Abe or The Goldfinch

Chapter 3

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Abe had been much calmer lately, his family had finally calmed down, apparently the shock of that day of giving thanks had calmed them down, it had been days since they had argued so violently.

That day he was helping at Chico's stand, cleaning up leftovers and separating reusable materials from disposable trash. Almost his entire family had already left the park, only his parents were left sitting on a bench waiting for him.

He noticed that lately things between them had improved a lot, before they would be rushing him or asking if they could help him with something, but now they were talking calmly among themselves, laughing about something that Abe couldn't hear from so far away.

That curiously made him feel alone, although he didn't want to be selfish and get in the way just now that his father had returned home.

Suddenly he noticed something strange, in some bushes a few meters away he saw a cloud of smoke and when he adjusted his gaze he noticed some familiar black curls.

So, gaining confidence, Abe asks -Chico... can I take this?... I'll... I'll pay you the week that...- but interrupting him, the owner of the stall laughs and says -Abe... .they are leftovers... take what you want, go ahead- with an ironic tone and a smile.

Abe reciprocates his boss's smile and grabs a tray with some food with a drink and walks to the park bench.

As he approached, he realized that it was him and, swallowing his nerves, he went to the bench and said nervously -ho... hello, Boris- the black-haired boy turned to look at him, and after a second of confusion he said -ho, "only Abe"... long time no see-

Abe was secretly happy that he hadn't forgotten, like he had said that other night, and smiling he walks over and sits on the bench.

Then she says –I just wanted to, well... thanks for listening to me the other night- and offers him the tray of food, Boris looks at her for a moment and then says –hemm... thanks, but...- visibly uncomfortable.

Abe, hoping he hasn't offended him or something, responds with crimson cheeks - hemm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... - but Boris stops him by answering - no, no, it's just that... I already brought something -

The brown boy then sees what he takes out of his backpack and asks horrified - is that...? ...bread and sugar?-

And indeed... the tallest boy took out a kilo of sugar and a loaf of white bread from his backpack, he nods and gladly eats a sprinkled loaf.

Well, enough was enough, Abe used to be a reasonable and understanding person about the plight of others, BUT NO ONE "ABSOLUTELY NO ONE" WAS GOING TO EAT SUGAR BREAD, WITH HIS "SHWACOS" IN FRONT.

He took a piece in his hands and said – here, it should go well with the bread – that wasn't entirely true, but it must taste good enough for him to want to try more.

To his surprise, Boris looked at him with obvious annoyance and said -no thanks...- in a much higher tone than Abe had ever heard him speak.

In a normal situation Abe would be embarrassed and apologize for offending him in any way, but this was not a normal situation for him.

Boris had a strange way of making Abe angry that he couldn't explain, so invading the tall boy's personal space he put his hand over his mouth and said forcefully -open up-

The black-haired boy refuses and turns his face away, as if he were 6 years old, but Abe adamantly continues – open... open... open... open – almost as if he were saying it automatically.

After a few minutes of struggling, without either of them being quite sure how, Boris ended up lying on the bench and Abe positioned himself on top of him to continue their fight for the food.

Finally, Boris's head collided slightly with the bench, causing his mouth to open. The brown-haired boy without thinking put his fingers into the other's mouth to force him to eat his food.

At that precise moment something strange happened, both boys stared into each other's eyes while Abe's fingers continued inside Boris's mouth.

Suddenly Abe became aware of the situation again, that Boris was lying on the bench with him on top of him, Boris's hands on his hips and Abe's fingers in the tall boy's mouth.

Quick as lightning Abe got off of him and hurriedly apologized – I... I... I'm very, very, very sorry... sorry, sorry, really... I'd better... I'd better go... - and tried to get up from the bench, but he was stopped by the hand of Boris.

Abe was afraid that the black-haired boy was going to hit him or something, but Boris swallowed what was in his mouth and said in his Slavic accent -this... delicious...-

The chocolate-haired boy asked timidly -really?- as he took his seat on the bench again, Boris sitting down too and accepting the tray responded -yes...- while taking another bite, and then continuing -almost as much as the bread with sugar-

Which amused and angered Abe in equal measure.

The truth is I wanted to make this chapter longer, but in the end I decided to divide it as much as possible to bring you updates as soon as possible, let me know if you like this format,

The truth is I'm a little depressed, because the last chapter of my main fic was on my old laptop that broke down, and they still haven't told me if it can be rescued or if I'll have to write it all over again, AND IT WAS 14 WHOLE PAGES... so a little love would help inspire me, thank you

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