The Angel Trumpet

9.

Since it's the first night in Conor's home he gets takeout for us leaving us four alone really snooping around looking in every drawer. I came across a photo of him with a girl sitting on a park bench smiling, in love. On the back of the picture it had something written in the corner saying,

Julia and the summer of goodbyes.

Why did that spark interest? Why am I wanting to ask him who she is and why are they looking at each other the way they are. I place it back where it originally was hearing the front door opening knowing he's back. I walk into the hallway as he goes into the dining room gathering plates and placing it on the table so we could eat. Tobias rubs his hands together smelling the food from the plastic bags smiling hungrily. Leo sits grabbing a plate but Pito is nowhere to be seen.

"I didn't know what you guys would like so I kind of ordered everything?"

He takes out the containers opening each lid letting the aromas hit our noses. I wanted to thank him but stopped myself from not wanting to give him some type of satisfaction that I'm more indebted to him. The guys start to eat and I let them not as hungry. Towards the end of it Pito walks in dripping wet from being in the pool this whole time.

"We should get ready to sleep in a bit we have some things to do tomorrow." I announce loudly enough so Pito can hear as he walks out ignoring our existence.

That pissed me off.

If someone should be acting like a bratty teenager it should be me.

Before I can go after him and tell him about his attitude I feel Conor's eyes laced into mine.

He shouldn't be doing that...but why do I want him to keep doing it..?

I shake my head having enough on my mind leaving the table.

The backyard seemed fitting for these waves of emotions as I chuck off my shoes and dive right into the pool.

As soon as my body hits the water all my cares and worries leave.

I resurfaced taking in a big gulp of air hearing my heart slow inside my chest. I push back my hair clearing my face to look up seeing the blue sky start fading to black as it gets nighttime. My arms lay on the edge of the pool as I lay me head down wanting to forget everything. My tear faucet was about to spring loose but because I haven't released any in nine years, afraid the armor I built would crack I held it in not wanting what came with it. Footsteps are heard on the concrete having me look up to see Conor.

"Let me guess, the guys destroyed the kitchen already leaving you food less?"

He laughs shaking his head slipping his shoes off getting into the water. He goes under and rejoins me at the surface inches away keeping his eyes on me.

"I could tell you needed someone to talk to even if it meant you throwing my head into a glass object again."

I smile knowing that was one of my finest moments just wishing I didn't make him bleed.

"I don't do well with normalcy."

He tilts his head trying ti understand what I mean by that but I just shrug.

"We come from two different lives Conor. You come from this I come from a way crazier lifestyle."

He shrugs, "And that's bad how?"

I smile knowing he wouldn't last a day in my shoes. Not even for a second.

"Just is."

I get ready to get out but he stops me holding my wrist.

"Whatever you're afraid of telling me, I can handle it."

Afraid? More like petrified. Once I let you in on what really goes on you'll be first on Fernando's hit list like he did to grandpa Louie's house.

"They say curiosity kills the cat. Don't want you getting killed."

Literally.

"Angel."

The way he commands the name he gave me, making it soft, does something to my heart that I can't control. I can't lose control. I turn more to face him searching his face wanting to know if the look he had for Julia he had for me.

Why are you thinking this way?

"This won't ever go anywhere. I'm saving you from a lifetime of heartache."

He doesn't care lifting his hand cupping my face planting his lips on mine. We get closer intertwining together closing the space between us. The moon finally shines down casting our silhouettes onto the water as we keep molding our bodies into one. He pulls back catching his breath having me do the same saying, "It's worth it," then continues to kiss me but I pull back looking into those ocean-like eyes.

There it is...that look the same look that was in the picture. He's falling for me...I can't fall for him but what if I do?