I sat at the dinner table, eyes downcast as I picked at my food. The sound of clanging silverware and the low hum of the TV filled the living room.
"How was school, darling?" My mother asked, her voice a little too warm, almost cautious. I shrugged nonchalantly, taking a small bite of my pasta.
"It was fine."
"I heard you guys had a math quiz. How'd you do?'
"Okay, I guess."
"Good, good..." she nodded awkwardly, eyes trailing down to my plate. "Not hungry?"
"I'm never hungry."
A particularly loud clang rung out across the room. "That's no way to speak to your mother." Dad said harshly, eyes narrowed at me as he gripped his fork with so much force his veins were popping. "For once in your life, talk like a normal goddamn human being!"
"Darling," my mother muttered, putting a hand on her husband's arm, sending him an imploring look. He relented with an exasperated sigh.
"Finish your food." He said sharply, going back to eating.
My lower lip quivered slightly, breath coming out ragged, not daring to look up at either of them. I eventually stood up, picking up my plate and heading to the kitchen.
"I'll eat later."
I put my half-eaten plate in the fridge like I did all too often, knowing I was never going to touch it again.
"Luhan, please-"
"I will, I promise," I cut mom off, backing away toward my room.
"Wait," dad called out before I could enter and I stopped in my tracks, breathing out slowly. "The car outside. Whose is it?"
"A friend's," I mumbled.
"A friend?" Although I couldn't see her, I heard how my mom's voice perked up at that.
"A classmate," I corrected. "He lent it to me."
"Oh," she said slowly, "Why?"
"He has epilepsy and can't drive. So he let me have his car and drive him to school instead."
"That's wonderful, Luhan!" She said excitedly. "I mean, it's great that you're helping your classmate out like that, isn't it, dear?"
"Well, yes," My father said almost begrudgingly, "How long are you keeping it?"
"I don't know. Not long, probably. Can I go study now?" I asked impatiently.
"Of course, darling. Let me know if you need anything."
"Sure, thanks," I said quickly, before hiding out in my room and not coming out for the rest of the evening.
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I pulled into the familiar neighborhood, stopping in front of a familiar building before shooting Yixing a text. I couldn't deny, it was kind of nice not having to wait for the bus. It was even nicer climbing into a car like it was my own and jamming to my trash music as I drove down the highway. I didn't realise the nicest thing about the day was going to be the way Yixing looked when he walked out of that grey building.
He donned a snug, full-sleeved shirt in a shade of blue that perfectly complimented his skin tone while showing off the toned grooves of his arms and chest. Underneath was a pair of baggy cargo pants, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other held on to the strap of his rather colourful backpack. His hair, shaggy and brown, naturally fell over his squinted eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight.
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