I smiled at my friend, Purion. Purion nodded. I lifted my spray can, Purion was on watch. I let it spray mindlessly. I knew I could trust Purion, we'd pulled heists like this before.
"I hear sirens," reported Purion.
"Are they close?" I asked. I sprayed a circle and the words 'we don't listen'. I smiled at it.
"No, not really." I shrugged at his words and continued drawing the hand in an offensive gesture. I stepped back, it was almost done. The Purion appeared around the corner.
"Run, Isan!" He exclaimed. I threw my can to the ground as a police officer appeared behind me. I scrambled to Purion; he grabbed my arm to help me escape.
Purion and I panted, we were on my back porch. I offered a hand to him, he smacked it.
"Nice!" I complimented him, Purion smiled.
"Yeah. Let's get inside." He pulled the door open; I walked in casually with him by my side. Purion flicked a light on, and someone jumped at us from the couch.
"Brother!" they called.
"Heya, Gumdrop!" I said, ruffling her dirty-blonde hair. Usawa glared at me with puffed lips,
"That's not my name—Hey! Don't mess with my hair!" Usawa complained. I chuckled,
"Why not?" Usawa glared at me, those pleading green-blue eyes digging into my soul.
"Apologize." Usawa demanded. Purion smiled at the events, and sat by us,
"Your hairs just so pretty! Can you blame him?" he asked, Usawa smiled,
"Really? I did it my self!" I glared at Purion, I hated when he did this.
"Stop that," I whispered to him. Purion only rolled his beautiful green eyes in response. "It's bedtime." I said, picking my sister up. She was heavier; and much taller now. I found the action simple still, for I did it so often. I walked into the room we shared, plopping her into bed. Purion followed us. I stared at her as I tucked her in. I began walking away but Usawa called me back,
"Wait, don't leave me all day then not tell me the story!" She complained.
"A big eleven-year-old like you? Needs a story?" I teased, Purion stepped up to begin doing it himself. I quickly stepped in front of him,
"Fine, I will."
"Yay!" I began to describe the heist to her, describing the cops like dragons. Describing the vandalism like heroism. Sure, it was fun to rough house, play in the city, but she didn't need to learn that. She was too precious. Usawa's eyes gleamed every time I told her a tale, and each time I prayed she didn't see mine dim. I knew I'd have to tell her one day none of this was true. That's something I never wanted to do. Usawa eventually drifted off to sleep. Purion grabbed my shoulder aggressively which made me jump.
"The heck?" I whispered, turning to him. Purion smiled,
"You know I love her, what's your problem?" Purion loved bringing this up, I hated it.
"You know my problem," I whispered, walking out of the room. If we were going to fight it wouldn't be around her.
"I don't get it. I promised I'd wait until she was fourteen. Then she'll be able to know. I promised I'd respect her decision," Purion defended himself. I rolled my eyes,
"No way. Look man, you're great but..." I hesitated; suddenly glad the hallway light wasn't on. For tear stung my eyes. I wanted to ask right then and there, but no. I couldn't get in the way, is Usawa loved him, I'd back off. I'd have to. If she saw how much I wanted him she'd steer clear, I know she would. Why? I need to teach her to be more selfish.
"But...?" Purion pressed. I clenched my fists, then met his gaze.
"You're almost sixteen." I pressed, he glared at me,
"You think I'm some creep? I said I'd wait, it's not more than five years. So, chill out."
"Alright... Whatever drop it." I said waving a dismissive hand. Purion shook his head.
"No. We both know you won't. What's your problem dude? You're like a brother to me. Why don't you trust me to respect Usawa?"
"I just don't like when you flirt with her. And..." I hesitated, mind racing. I couldn't finish that sentence.
"And?" Purion pressed, arms crossed as he stared impatiently.
"I'm jealous." I said simply. Purion had to cover his mouth for he burst out laughing.
"You're jealous? Of what? That I love someone?" Purion breathed still laughing.
"Yeah." I said with a shrug. I had to be subtle.
"Sorry to hear that. But you're going to find someone someday."
"What if I don't want to?" Purion glared at me, perplexed.
"Then why are you jealous?" I turned my gaze to the ground.
"I'm not sure I can... tell you." I said awkwardly. Purion rolled his eyes.
"You make no sense." I shook my head eyes raising to his. I opened my mouth, a stutter. "You okay?" Purion asked in that sweet voice... How could he... Not see?
"I can't love anyone because... I already do."
"Who's the lucky girl?" Purion asked in a sing-song voice not turning down the opportunity to tease me. I averted his gaze again.
"She's got a 'P' in her name... She's got a comforting almost manly voice. She... She likes helping me with missions, she likes to hang out at school..."
"She sounds... Fake." Purion said with a frown. I kept my gaze down.
"I guess she's smart, too." I said with a smile. Purion blinked in realization.
"Isan. I'm not gay. For the love of whatever god, you believe in... Tell me you're not in love... with me."
YOU ARE READING
Oil Spill
Mystery / ThrillerAceite is a young boy who has moved away from his parents as they didn't get along. Aceite applies for a job, and gets it. But when he shows up, it's empty. He's left to pick up the slack. An angry customer results in an unfortunate event. Aceite a...
