We S. H. A. L. L. Reign

Just the Two of Us Alone

Sammy's POV:

I laid on the couch just staring at the ceiling while Lucien sat on the floor looking out the window sneezing every once and a while. It was quiet without anyone else.

Grandmother took Lenny, Huey, and Aaron took shop for their school supplies. I already had mine and Lucien got a cold so he decided to stay home while the boys picked up his stuff. So here we are... bored... alone... in the quiet.

I got up and sat next to Lucien on the floor. There was nothing outside the window but grass and sky. Oh, look a bird. Nope just a leaf falling.

"What are we doing?" I whispered in his direction still looking out the window.

He looked over at me, "I was looking peacefully out the window until this girl came over and started talking."

"Who?" I smiled teasingly.

He watched me skeptically, "What do want?"

"Can't I sit here with you just looking out a window?"

"No, you're too fidgety to sit here and do nothing."

"Fine!" I sighed and finally looked over at him. "You caught me! I realized that you guys live here."

"Wow, it took you a week and a half to figure that out?"

I playfully slapped his shoulder, "No! I noticed that immediately but why I was just wondering why?"

"Oh," he looked surprised. "Well, I'm from Italy, Huey is from Ireland, and Aaron is from France. We come here for summer breaks but go home for Christmas and other holidays. Vivian met our parents so we could stay here and our parents agreed as long as we write letters weekly. She's been supplying our school supplies for the past two years but our parents still pay tuition. She really is a blessing." He smiled while talking.

He had a very nice smile. "Do you get homesick?" I asked, hoping I wasn't overstepping.

He thought about it for minute, "No. This is more my home now. My family isn't terrible or anything!" He said quickly. "I'm just over looked with them. I have three brothers Timothy, Albert, and Fin. They're all older than me and still live at home. I'm the youngest, 17, and Timothy is the oldest, 27, yet I'm the disappointment." He sighed heavily. I wanted to hold him. "The  only reason my parents haven't kicked them out or asked them to move out is because they are working the family business. My family fixes cars but I wanted to be artist aka not a manly man. They didn't fight to hard to keep a home when I asked to come here for the art programs. Then they learned I don't have to come home for the summer? They thought that was amazing." He looked down then at me. "Do you get homesick?"

I didn't have to think before answering, "No. My parents were yelling all the time. It was like living in a war zone. Something shifted with my parents before Lenny left. After he was gone they just fell apart. They always shouted how they had nothing, no one to stay together for. They only ever yelled at me." I looked over and smiled at him. "I remember how loud they would yell at night. I was 14 when it started. I would stay up all night and just play my vinyls on replay, hating the pauses in between songs. Eventually I would fall asleep only to wake up once it stopped to flip it. I still play them every night even though I know my parents are half way across the world. Doing it to sleep for the past two years has an affect on you." I chuckled and looked down.

I felt Lucien stare at my face. I looked at him and he stood up. He reached out a hand towards me so I took it confused. He lead me up the stairs to his room.

His room was all different shades of green. Near his window was an easel with paints scattered all over the floor. His bed was big and it had a guitar laying on it. He had a shelf full of books, most of them I recognized.

He sat me on the bed and picked up the guitar. He played my favorite song from one of my vinyls as I sat there and hummed along.

When he finished I sat there and smiled at him. "How did you know that's my favorite song?"

He shrugged, "Sometimes I leave my bathroom door open and I hear  your music playing." He paused for a second and grinned. "And your singing, which I really enjoy."

I flipped my hair, "Thank you! I know just how angelic my sing is you don't have to tell me!"

He smiled and played other songs for me that I have on vinyl.