This is SIMILAR to the story of PITBABE but with my own spiciness fueled in it. This story focuses on Alan and Jeff, while the rest are like passing lanes. Please DO NOT expect the characteristics and the story to be the same.
Genres to know before...
Alan made me feel sorry and I was left with no words. He was stopping me from talking or moving an instance.
He picked me up into his arms like I didn't weigh anything. I flinched as he took me up. He was being aggressive just 2 seconds before.
Me: Uncle? What are you d-doing?
Alan didn't reply back. He left me on heard. He simply carried me somewhere inside the garage I had never been to, before.
The way he carries me feels majestic like how they used to do in movies. I never thought I would experience such a situation. But it does feel the same as what the female leads in the dramas go through.
How can I stay calm when I am just this close to his face? We have no space in between his torso and mine. I swear my heart was racing when I flipped the tools stand but now it is slowly synchronising with Alan's. I can feel both of our heartbeats and wonder if he can feel it like I do too.
But, Alan's heart was also racing like mine. I cannot seem to understand his reason for doing so.
Me: Uncle? Leave me!
I said, trying to get down. It is not like I didn't like being in his arms, but because I could walk on my own and I didn't know where he was taking me.
He left me on heard again.
He entered into a room and I knew it was his room the moment I saw his photo frame on the shelf. The room was on top of the repair room, facing the racing field, yet you could view the whole garage from the room. How convenient for him. It was surrounded by glass and no walls. I could even see the sky in the ceiling as he was carrying me. The room had many tiny plants and one can say that the furniture he had chosen for his room was well planned to suit the aesthetics.
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Alan: Can't you be any more serious for once, Jeff?
I have always been used to him calling me kid and now that he called me by my name like I always insisted... I regret yelling at him for calling me kid.
I had never realised how my name sounded until it came out from Alan. I think I like and hate my name at the same time. 'Can we just go back to calling me 'kid'?' I thought.
Me: What's wrong?
Alan: What's wrong? Are you even asking me that question now?
Me: I said I am sorry. That wasn't intentional.
Alan: Stop talking. I don't want to shout at you, Jeff.
Before I could realise it, teardrops were rolling from my cheeks and down to my neck. It is a mixed emotion of fear and sadness.
Alan placed me down in the corner of his bed and he went to the other side to pick up a box from the cupboard.
I rolled my hands around my chest and looked away.
Alan came back with a first aid kit and sat down on the floor, near my leg. I moved my legs away from him out of curtesy but he pulled it back to him.
Alan: Did I tell you to move? uh?
I nodded as a no as I wiped my tears.
Alan: Does it hurt that much?
He asked as he removed my shoes.
I nodded as a no till he looked at me. His eyes were glued to my foot until then.
Alan: I will get you a better pair of shoes. Don't wear such shoes again.
Me: You... don't have to.
Alan looked at me with raised eyebrows, telling me to shut my mouth again.
Alan: Tell me if it hurts.
Me: Hmm...
As I agreed, he removed my socks and slowly stretched my foot.
Alan: It didn't hurt anywhere?
Me: No
Alan: It is just a bruise then.
Me: Hmm...
Alan opened the first aid kit and cleaned the bruise first applied an antiseptic liquid and then band-aided me.
Alan: Don't run around in the garage.
Me: Huh? I didn't run around! I am not a kid. It's just you were walking towards me and...
Alan: Adults won't be careless like you.
Me: What are you trying to say?
Alan: You are a kid to me. You don't have to disagree with it to prove that you are competent to the rest of the members here. Babe and Way came to me when they were around your age as well.
Me: You can think like that. But what will others think about me?
Alan: What others would think about you?
Me: Hmm
Alan: They will just think that you're Alan's boy.
What is he trying to say? Why is he so random? Or was his intention from the beginning? He also said to Sonic that he would make my ice walls melt for him.
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Are you guys liking this story so far? And... Do you ship Pete-Way or Pete-Kenta in this story and whom did you ship in the series? I am so eager to know your thoughts!...
