Mimic Me

Kiss Me More, My Sweet Angle

Minghao's POV

I've been awake for a while now. The sun brightening by the hour and soon the birds start singing audibly from the window.

I lay on my bed with Jun beside me staring at the ceiling. My intentions were to let him sleep. Jun is pretty when he sleeps, he looks younger, softer... When Jun is asleep he cannot tell me to keep my hands off him in public, he cannot remind me that he needs time. But laying with his ghost feels worse. I gentle nudge him awake, pulling him from his slumber.

"Good morning, Jun," I whsiper when he had shakily awakened.

"Morning, Hao," he sat up, rubbing his squinty eyes. "What time is it?" He asked, yawning.

"Only seven. I couldn't sleep," I replied. He groaned in annoyance.

"You couldn't have let me sleep at least?" I shook my head with his response and laughed.

"I figured we could spend the day together, we could skip school. It's Friday anyways, what are we going to miss?"

"Don't you have a test due for Mr. Scoals class today?"

"I think I'm going to fail that class whether I turn in the paper or not," I mumbled sheepishly.

"Okay we can stay home but won't your parents know we're here?" He asked, looking more alert than just before.

"We don't have to stay here, silly. We could go wherever you'd like. Now go change, I'll make coffee and breakfast," I ran my fingers through his silky hair, pressing a chast kiss to his cheek before retreating back toward the kitchen.

Unlike Jun, I am very much awake, I tend to only be tired near the end of the day. Jun, however, is the complete opposite. I sing quietly to myself as I quickly make cereal for the two of us, pouring milk and humming tunes.

Jun hates when strangers make his food. He eats things in a very specific way. The cereal had to have the perfect amount of milk, bread had to be cut in triangles, and he wouldn't drink hot coffee. Luckily, after time, I've memorized his odd delights and can make meals for us both without either complaining.

I set the food and drinks down on the counter just in time for Jun to pace down the stairs.

"Eat quickly, my parents are earlier risers too," I cautioned as we sat down.

We ate together in a quick manner and clamoured our dishes together in the sink, hidden underneath the bubbly water from last nights dinner dishes.

"Why don't we go to the beach? We haven't been there in a while," Jun suggested as we walked from my porch to the car in the driveway.

"Sure, It's not so cold today, afterall. But it's my turn to pick the music," I held the car door open for him and closed it gently, joining him shortly in the driver's seat.

"Does that mean we're listening to the Smiths again?" Jun asks, looking over at me from the passengers seat with a tired gaze. I return his annoyance with a guilty smile, and let my playlist do the talking for me.

The beach we usually visited iss just thirty minutes away, hidden by trees and overgrown grasses that cut your skin if you walk too close.

The roads are nearly empty, save for the flowers that grow between the cracks in the cement, trying to bud into something beautiful before being run over.

The music is whimsical, hard to inore. To Jun, it's ancient, something he never tries to understand.

Jun doesn't bothering trying to understand a lot of things.