Laced By Love

Chapter 7

The following day, Boston felt the day go a lot slower. At the bus stop, he saw Amber, and he felt himself smile. He approached her out of habit.
"Hey Amber!" He said cheerfully. Amber turned to face him. Seeing it was him, she huffed and crossed her arms.
"Why would you want anything to do with me after you wanted to, you know, break up?" She asked bitterly.
"Hey woah- I think you took that really wrong... I told you I still wanna be friends!" Boston defended, trying his best to keep a smile on. He couldn't let her see his weakness.
"Why would you want that, may I ask? I mean, if I'm not someone you'd wanna spend your life with-" She started, before Boston interrupted.
"No no no! Not like that! I mean- I uh... I had my reasons, dear. I swear." He said sweetly, reaching for one of her hands. Amber looked at him with a disgusted look on her face.
"Why are you like this?" She pulled her hand away.
"I'm just like how I used to be! What are you talking about?"
"Just... stop. Stop, Boston. Stop trying. If I wanted to be around you, I would be. But I think now I understand why my friends dropped me." She said coldly. Boston wore a confused look.
"Why's that?" He asked innocently.
"Tch... isn't it obvious? I was hanging out with a gay freak like you." Amber walked away. Boston felt himself freeze as all he could do was watch. Watch his one true love; the one person he cared about. The one person who cared about him; drift away. Forever.

The words echoed in his head. A gay freak like you. He wasn't gay! He wasn't a freak!
Why would Amber call him those things? Why would Amber, such a sweet, kind, and understanding girl say something like that to someone she knew for so long. Someone that she knew was sensitive to that sort of thing. Someone she knew that was afraid.

He stood, still frozen in complete shock of what happened. He would've never thought that Amber would say such a thing to him. He never thought Amber would take that so harshly for her to hate him.
He felt like how he felt the day he and Amber met. The first day of second grade where he sat desolately, the same feeling of missing Silas who had died that summer prior.

Boston was holding back tears, thinking about his one and only friend. The friend who showed him the ropes. Who taught him English. Who taught him that humans were nicer than he thought. And now he was gone. Gone deep in the ground. Desolately, he sat on the bench. Worried about what in the world he would do without his best friend.
Deep into thought, he initially didn't notice the little girl who sat next to him until she lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Uhm... excuse me?" She asked politely, trying to get his attention. Boston jumped and turned to face her.
"Uh- yes?" Boston wasn't very fluent in English at that point. Yes he had been learning for about 2 years, but there were some words he just struggled to pronounce and understand. So his accent was still a little prominent. His accent, since he was a native Latin speaker, sounded similar to that of a Spanish accent in a sense. It was sort of like a mix of German and Spanish. It wasn't as prominent as it was when he first entered the human realm of course, but it was still there.
"Hi.. uh... I'm new.. Could you show me around the school and help me with my classes?" The girl pushed some of her hair behind her ear. This girl had the prettiest hair Boston had ever seen. It was the perfect shade of blonde, and her eyes were so blue and full of innocence. Foolishly, Boston nodded.
"Yes. I can help." He said confidently. Although still saddened by Silas' death, this girl for some reason made him feel... happy. A strange feeling of comfort and security that only Silas seemed to offer, but there she was. Warding that same feeling Silas gave.
"Ok! Thank you!" The girl replied happily, before she fell silent. Seemingly questioning if she should bring up a question that was on her mind. Well, she had multiple questions. But she feared they would be rude to ask.
"What is wrong?" Boston asked curiously, seeing the look on the girl's face. The girl looked up at him, wearing a worried frown.
"I have a lot of questions about you... But I'm scared it'd be rude to ask them!" She replied.
"Oh. No, it is not rude to ask questions. People ask a lot of questions. I do not get mad." He said with a smile, all while his English sounded a bit robotic.
"Well... uhm... why do you sound like that? And why do you speak funny?" She asked now with the permission of Boston. Boston giggled.
"I do not speak your words. I speak Latin. Your words are hard to know." He shrugged. "I think I am okay at speaking your words though."
"Yeah, but you talk funny! Can you say something in Latin for me?" She looked curious.
"Uhm... Aliquid latine?" He replied hesitantly.
"What does that mean??"
"It means something in Latin." Boston smiled. "You said say something in Latin!"
The girl laughed. "You're funny! What's your name? I'm Amber." She continued to giggle.
"Boston. It is nice to meet you." He felt happy. He hadn't felt happy since Silas died, so it felt nice to feel happy. It felt nice to smile. It felt nice to be loved.