Coming to terms with his sexuality, Theodore Moore is a seventeen year old who is just about getting by. He makes minimum wage and has aspiring, out-of-reach dreams to become a lawyer.
Violent and aggressive, Antony Barbosa is everything wrong with...
I knock on the door to Fernanda's flat, hoping that it's her that opens it. It's been a few days since we've spoken, and I know she's harbouring something more than the thought that I don't trust her. There's something else on her mind, and I need to find it out before I lose her.
It's been a minute and no one has answered, so I knock a little louder, banging my whole fist on the door. Finally, the door swings open and Fernanda's father stares down at me, a scowl on his face. "The fuck you want?" He practically growls, and I gulp, taking a tiny step away from him.
"I'm looking for Fernanda. Is she home?" I asked quietly, and her dad rolled his eyes before leaving the door open and walking away. I watch as he collapses onto the couch and balances a bottle of booze on his stomach and watches the television. Quickly, I step into the house and close the door behind me, making my way to Fernanda's room, and walking in after knocking.
She was laid across her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't fazed when I walked in, and she barely looked at me when I perched on the edge of her bed. Rubbing the end of my nose. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly, turning to her side to face me.
"I'm worried about you." I smile down at her, moving a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I know it's more than us falling out that's bugging you." I shrugged my shoulders. "You've never held out on me before, Nanda. Don't start now." I state, and she huffs before sitting up, crossing her legs underneath her.
"It's..." She shakes her head, covering her face with her palms. "I've been hooking up with this guy for a few months." She says, and I raise my eyebrows. "The one I told you about." She gulps, and I'm silent beside her. "And, well, I might have fallen in love with him, but when I told him, he just..." She shrugs her shoulders. "He told me to leave. That he didn't like me like that." She frowns.
"Oh." I say, quietly, not quite sure how to comfort her. This isn't my strong point. "I... sorry." I say, and suddenly, Fernanda bursts into laughter, one small tear running down her cheek.
"You're so bad at this." She chuckles, and I press my lips together.
"I am sorry, though. You don't deserve that. He's a wanker for... using you and playing you." I say, my hand running up and down her back. "You know you deserve the whole world and more, right? And... one day, you'll find the right person for you. He's out there somewhere." I rest my chin on her shoulder, and she grins, wiping away her tears.
"Yeah." Her voice is soft and velvety. "Thanks, Theodore."
"You're welcome." I smile. There's a few moments of silence between us and I blink multiple times before speaking again. "And, for the record, I do trust you. I don't know what came over me the other day, but I trust you with my life. I wouldn't be friends with you if I didn't." I shrugged my shoulders, running my spare hand through my hair.
Fernanda looks over at me, pouting her lips. "You can be a right arsehole sometimes, Theodore Moore." She grins, and then her arms are around my neck and I'm falling back onto the bed, holding her close to me. I'm grinning and her head is on my chest.
I turn my head to the left for a split second, and I catch a glimpse of Antony standing outside of his door, his hand on the handle. He's looking at the both of us with furrowed eyebrows and dark eyes and the tip of his tongue is on the bottom of his teeth. The smile on my face instantly drops as I blink at him.
I watch as he scoffs and walks away, showing me his middle finger. My eyebrows raise in shock. "I've missed you." Fernanda mumbles against my chest, and I play with the end of her hair. "I had to deal with Antony's moody arse for a whole week." She groans, and I chuckle, keeping the fact that I may have accidentally kissed her older brother to myself. Even the thought of him, the sound of his name, sends tingles throughout my whole body.
"Why is he moody?" I asked, trying to sound casual and not at all interested. I cleared my throat. Fernanda groans, getting up and sitting opposite me.
"He's always in a mood. I don't think, in seventeen years, I have seen that man smile. He probably came out of the womb with a permanent frown on his face. And, he can be such a dick, sometimes." She rolled her eyes, and I gulped, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I mean, the other night, he was so pissed when he got home that he literally almost strangled our dad when they both got into it with each other. I swear, the two of them are always fighting about something or the other."
"Hmm." I mumbled.
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