Young Love

A family reunion

When I entered Simon's house I felt ashamed. I was wondering how the hell Linda could've borne with me this whole time. I hurt her son. I lied, I...

-Hey, you okay? Simon asked me.

-Yeah. Sure. I told him.

His mum came from the kitchen.

-Simon? 

Then she saw me.

-Wille? It's so nice to see you come on! The woman smiled gently and invited me to hug her.

-Hi. I spoke quietly.

-Hi.

-Simon, told me that you know, well everything.  How are you holding up? She asked me after we pulled apart.

-I'm all right, I guess. What truly matters is that Simon and I... I stroked his finger. We're gonna be fine.

-We thought we could study here tonight, with Sara as well. Where is she? Simon looked around.

-I'm here! We heard.

We came into the kitchen. Sara was doing dishes with some boy that I couldn't recognize.

-Marcus? Simon raised his eyebrow in surprise.

-Hi, Simme.

Simme, huh?

-This is Wille. The small boy introduced us.

-Hi, happy to meet you, man. 

The chubby, green-eyed boy smiled politely.

-You, too, eh...?

-Marcus. He repeated.

-Marcus, right. I blinked awkwardly.

-He's a family friend. Simon whispered to me.

-You work at the stables? I asked. 

I bet I can remember him from this place.

-Yeah, yeah that's right. My dad is a landowner of Hillerska.

I liked to help him out.

-That's nice of you. I commented gently.

-Thanks. The boy smiled at me.

-I've never seen you in class, though. I highlighted.

-I'm too old for that. I'm 19. He laughed.

-No way! I looked wide.

-Hmm.

-I mean you look mature.

 I like that. I added.

Marcus smiled at me, again. There was something rendering in this.

-So Wille, how are you doing? Simon's sister brought me back.

-I'm great, Sara. Thanks for asking. We would love to study with you actually.

-I can help if you want. Marcus proposed.

-Sure. I agreed and waited for Simon's response. 

-Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure.

-OK, so here you've got some more sandwiches to take with you. Linda passed a plate filled with some homemade, colorful sandwiches to the oldest boy.

-Gracias. Sara said loudly, and happily.

-Thanks. I muttered.

...

We were lying on the floor in Simon's room, doing some homework, maths mostly.

-Dude, no! You're doing it wrong. Marcus reprimanded me.