Up on that rooftop

Place

"It's bigger." I mumbled as I looked around. For an apartment it didn't look bad. The walls were a dark grey, and the floor was a birch looking wood.
"I don't think I hate it." I went on, but didn't walk further as my dad patiently waited behind me. "Guess it'll do." I shrugged before finally stepping inside.

My dad told me how he thought the rooms should be.
"Here's your room, I think, you can choose but I thought I'd give you the big one."

I smiled, "Why do I get the big one?"

"You're an artist." My dad shrugged, "I thought maybe you can bring your boyfriend off the rooftop as well."

My eyes widening, I chocked on air before I cleared my throat, "Did not expect that comment." I said before I stepped inside the room.
"Can I have a second art closet?" I asked, "One with enough drawers?"

"Yeah, I mean, I gotta apologise for the divorce somehow." My dad said.
I looked at him to find guilt written all over his face.

"Hey dad," I said softly. He looked up and I went on, "It's not your fault, ok?"

"Ok..." my dad nodded, "Still, I'll get you a big closet, maybe I can even shove a bigger desk in here?" His eyes sparkled to life as he talked. I realised it had been a long while since he last looked like that. Maybe the divorce was a good thing?

Anyway, I told Blue about the apartment.

"Sounds amazing." Blue said happily as we both stood in the park with ice-cream in our hands.
He was wearing a hoodie like always, but the temperature was absolutely awful.

"My dad said I might as well hang out with you inside, instead of on the rooftop." I told him as we went to sit on a bench.

"Oh..." Blue was taken off guard. "Won't he be bothered...?" He mumbled, his hand slowly reached up to his face.

Giving him a stern glare I shook my head, "Didn't I tell you that it's fine?" I said harshly. I knew he was talking about his scar.

"Well—"

I cut Blue off, "No, I know you doubt it, but your scar does not look horrible." I told him before I smiled, "Scott."

He gave me an even more shocked look, "How—" he realised.
"Huh."

Laughing at his reaction, I almost dropped my ice cream, "Can I use your name now?" I asked after I calmed down.

"I mean..." Blue sighed, "I suppose you can, I just... I dunno."

"What?" I asked curiously, "If you don't want it, it's fine."

Blue smiled and nudged my shoulder, "It's fine, it just needs some getting used to."

"Awesome." I ate my ice cream as I looked at the lake, "Hey, Scott?"

"Yeah?" Blue— Scott said, "It's weird to hear that."

I giggled before I said, "What if you showed me your apartment?"

"No." He said immediately.

"Why not?" I whined like a little kid, "I mean, it can't be that bad."
Blue gave me a pained look.
"It is?" I asked quietly. A silence followed as I got concerned.

"It's nothing that bad." Blue sighed, "It's just... annoying?" He didn't know how to word it.

"How about you show me?" I put my ice cream down, "I'm seriously concerned, you can move in with me if it's necessary, I mean, if it's that bad?"

"No." Blue sighed, "I'll be fine."

"If so," I crossed my arms as well as I could with the ice cream still I my hand, "How about you show me—"

"Ok, fine!" Blue called out frustrated, "I'll tell you; I don't have a home."

Another silence followed. "Huh." Now I was the one suprised.

"I've been living on the streets for a few years..." Blue glared at the ground, "There's a reason I know all the good spots." He sighed before a small smile covered his face, "I'm just happy I got to meet you—"

"Scott." I used his real name, "You are moving in with me, wether you like it or not."

"But—"

"No but." I said before I ate my ice cream, looking at the lake ahead of us.

Blue sat next to me and sighed, "You're the best person..." he mumbled, "I hate that..."

Letting out a laugh I nodded, "Hate you too." I leaned against him and we ate our ice cream in peace.