It was a normal school day. Alric was walking home. He noticed an odd shape rock on the ground. I'm stumbling over to it, and it moved. Lightning fast, it was gone. He froze and noticed it in the air and then dropping at a pair of feet. Ahmet.
He stood there firmly. Yet he had a slight smile. His tanned skin and pale silver eyes bolted out very noticeable. He narrowed them. His muscular yet slim body bulged over. He stood up tall.
"What does your family not feed you? god damn!" He chuckled as he said this.
Alric rolled his eyes. "And who are you to talk to? You look like a grown ass man, dude." He murmured.
Ahmet sighed. "Because I am one." He paused and bent down to pick up the rock. "You go to Italy national high huh." He tossed the rock in the air, and it started to fall, but midair stopped.
Alric sighed, "So what if I do. I'm more better than those basic bitches in there!" He smirked proudly.
"Ah funny funny. Eh? Your ego is bigger than your weiner. Give me a break." Ahmet murmured. He started to walk away.
Alric froze, "Who tells a damn kid that!" He murmured harshly.
Ahmet smirked, "What it's true, isn't it?" He paused, narrowing his eyes. "And besides, haven't you heard the new guidelines. Watch out for the Mryton family, eh?" He fiddled with his arm cuffs.
Alric had a puzzled expression. "The Mrytons are a family friend of ours." He said softly. He looked at Ahmet.
Ahmet froze, "You know my family?" He said the words in a whsiper. He stepped closer.
"Your in the Mrytons family?" He blinked freezing in place.
Ahmet nodded and replied, "my name is Ahmet, have I met you before?"
Alric eyes glistened, "A-ahmet?" He had a weak smile.
"Why do you look like you've seen a dead person..." He looked confused.
Alric smiled more. "It's me, Alric.. you know.. your childhood best friend! Oh my god, you look so different!"
He froze, unable to speak he took a step back immediately, and his eyes had a slight threat in them. His face looked worried. "No, no, no.. what are you doing out here!" He sighed heavily, rubbing his head and ruffling his hair.
"What?" Alric looked at him with a confused expression. He took a step forward, narrowing his eyes.
"You don't understand, kid.. there's people out here. Their dangerous. The rumors are true. You need to get home NOW!" He grabbed his shoulders. "Now!"
Alric frowned, "it's been ages. I haven't been home in a while. I got in trouble, so I've been staying with my friend, but he's gone to America for this interview. So I was going to stay at a hotel tonight and—" his eyes widened as he felt a large delicate hand touch his lips, cutting him off.
Ahmet shook his head. He pulled him close. His eyes narrowed as he got head level to him. "Look. Alric. Things have changed around here. These parts. Their not safe. Just... stay with me for tonight. I won't tell my parents who you are. It's safer that way." He grabbed his wrist tightly and very firm.
Alric frowned, "I don't understand. Why are you being so differ—" He groaned in frustration when he felt Ahmets hand in him again. And I gave up trying to protest. "Fine, God dammit I'll listen. You're not even that much older than me, though! So stop babying me!" He sighed and murmured in a loud whisper.
Ahmet sighed a relief, and his grip on Alric tightened, almost protective. He hurries him to a taxi. "Westwood 9892 eight North Street Dr. Please." The driver froze when he heard that address, but quickly nodded and drove there.
Traffic was shitty. After about 30 minutes, they got there.
The house was huge. Air smelled fresh, yet the neighborhood other than the house was trashy. This house was more of a mansion. Huge gold panels. Pretty windows laced with silver. The house was either 3 or 4 stories. It's absolutely stunning. Statues of galore. Green grasses and a walkway leading to the garden. What looked like to be a huge building to the side with a young man over there. Ahmet still ahold of Alric's hand tightly raced inside, ignoring the maidens and butlers and maids. They went up the stairs, Alric breathing heavily due to Ahmet holding him so tightly. They got to the 3rd floor, and he pushed him into the room and locked it.
"Finally." Ahmet murmured, breathing heavily arched down, holding his legs. He looked up at Alric, who had flopped onto the ground. "Are you okay?"
Alric barely lifted his head off the ground to murmur, "No..." He winced and flopped back onto the ground. He was breathing heavily, almost like he was about to choke.
Ahmet looked at him and gently walked over to him sitting beside him. "Look, it's been a long time.." He paused. He noticed that Alric looked overwhelmed and pushed his thumb under Alrics chin, gently lifting it up. "Alric.. I've changed, I'm not some goody good shoes like you are. Better yet, we shouldn't have even noticed each other. And I'm sorry for dragging you into my house without warning but—" He felt a hand grip around his mouth weakly.
"Shut up, will ya." He sat up, looking at him. In his eyes, he looked exhausted, yet he sat up firm. He didn't smile nor frown. He was just simply there. He kept his hand there. Staring at him. His breathing level is normal.
Ahmet froze, his breathing intensed. He stared back at Alric and sighed in his hand. He sighed again and groaned and murmured something in Alrics' hand.
Alric looked at him, loosening his grip slightly. "Mmh?"
Ahmet murmured harshly this time, "What are you doing. This is serious, and you're looking at me like I'm a damn puppy."
Alric let go of his mouth and rolled over on the floor "Faggot." He murmured roughly beneath his breathe. He curled up in a ball and stared at the wall.
It was silent for a good 2 minutes.
Ahmet sighed heavily and crawled over to him, "it's going to be a long night if you keep acting like this." He rolled him over, looking down at him and froze. Staring into his eyes, he was almost mesmerized. He continued to look. Alric stared back. They looked at each other for a good while. Ahmets eyes soften and have a glisten in them. Then he couldn't help but want to kiss him. After so many years of never seeing him, he always saw him as a little sibling, but yet now he was older. Way different. He scooted closer. Alric broke eye contact. Ahmet froze. Alric sighed. "Alric.. i.." He was almost studying him. Wanting something from him.
Alric gently looked at him again. "Mmh?" He murmured.
Ahmet grabbed his wrist softly. "How old are you now. What 15, 16?" He asked softly beneath his breath, barely above a whisper.
Alric chuckled softly, "Try 17. I'm almost 18." He murmured loudly.
Ahmet smiled, "17, god. You're getting old!" He paused, cupping his cheek. His thumb tracing Alrics jawline. The other hand grabbed his lower back. Slowly pushing him closer. "I'm almost 19." He murmured softly.
Alric allowed it this time. He loosened and had more tenderness. He looked at him and gently formed a couragable smile, "damn you're getting old."
Ahmet chuckled, "Sure, am kid." His finger drew down to his neck slowly putting pressure on it.
Alric eyes slowly look down at Ahmets hands. They stayed there for a second.
Ahmet chuckled. "What?" He paused and pulled him even closer with the other hand. His hand tracing circles on his back.
All of a sudden, a loud knock and Ahmet snap back into motion. "Fuck." He stood up and walked to the door. "Yes?"
He talked to the person at the door a while. He mentioned how he had a "friend" over tonight and how if the person heard anything, that's why. He also mentioned a couple of chores for the person to do, like cleaning and doing dishes. The person was probably a maid or butler. It had been around, per say, a couple of minutes now. And he smiled and had a couple of laughs. After a little while, he nodded, said his farewells, and shut the door. He turned towards Alric and smiled warmly. His soft smile brings joy to Alrics small and irrating heart. Alric formed a smile, a smile back, trying to be friendly. It looked weak, though, like he was forcing it. He looked at Ahnet and saw his eyes glistening as Ahnet looked at him.
Ahnet smiled at him more. "What ya wanna do?" He murmured softly, his voice comforting.
Alric sighed and looked around Ahnets' room. "Whatever, I guess.." He looked back at Ahnet and smiled gently.
Ahnet looked at him, "mmh anything. Why don't you look around while I go get some drinks and snacks then, eh?"
Alric nodded softly and looked around while he watched Ahent leave the room. He gently stood up and walked around. He noticed a book shelf and decided to look at it. He looked at some normal books at first but then noticed a unique looking book. He went to grab it, but it seemed to be jammed into the shelf. He sighed heavily. "Dumbass book." He banged his hand on the shelf, and it fell on his head. But a paper and some other things fell out as well. Journals, and some map. He opened the book then froze. A jewel fell out he picked up the jewel and it started to glow. He froze and dropped it immediately. He flew towards the wall and then he heard a bang and looked over to broken glasses and Ahmet. The door wide open.
Ahmet was frozen. The shattering glasses almost caused a scene. A couple of maids saw his face and got worried but decided not to get involved.
"What the fuck Alric..." He murmured barely above a whisper, his mouth forming a slight smile. A wicked ugly deadly smile. His veins bulging out almost like he was a volcano about erupt. "What are you doing." His hands twitching. He started to fidget with his arm cuffs to calm down.
Alric froze. "What?..." He looked at the wall and froze. Markings.. magic markings.
Alric realized what he did and froze, his thoughts erupting him in an unhealthy motion. He started to sweat. What did he reveal. He looked at them and noticed. Names, and faces. He went numb. His body limped into his bones almost like jelliton. "Oh my god.." He murmured, then felt a rough hand bulge into his shoulder.
Ahmet slowly murmured, "Alric. Dimentichiamoci di questo, eh?" His voice rough and dripped with anger.
Alric looked at him with soft eyes. "Mmh... I will, I promise!" He nodded his head fast.
Ahmet sighed and smiled calmly, pulling alric into a tight hug. "Everything will be okay.. it'll all be okay." He rubbed Alrics back.
Alric looked confused. He looked up at Ahmet and murmured, "Wha—?" His eyes widened when he felt Ahmets lips against his. He murmured nothingness and closed his eyes, tugging onto Ahmets button-up shirt.
Ahmet smiled into the kiss. Caressing Alrics face. His thumb tracing circles around Alrics jaw. He yanked him closer roughly and pulled away for a little. "Ignore that.. it's. An. Project okay.. Just look at me and focus on me okay Al?.." His voice is quiet and hoarse.
Alric nodded softly, but he looked at it. "Those people are dead. They were all murdered. But. They did bad things." He murmured softly.
Ahmet nodded, agreeing, "Yeah. How do you know that?"
Alric looked down. "I'm trying to catch the murderer." He smiled gently.
Ahmet froze but forced a smile. "Is that so, eh?" He sighed, "why, though. The murderer is doing shit no one would do." He pauses, and let's go of Alric and steps back. "Plus. He's helping out my family, dude. Every single one of those people tried to rat out my family, and now their all dying!"
Alric sighed and went along with it clearly clueless.
Later that night, alric took a shower. He yawned, rubbing his eyes. A towel wrapped around his waist, nice and tug. "Where's your closet, Ahmie?" He asked, smiling.
Ahmet smiled at his nickname and pointed to a door while flopping onto the bed.
Alric went inside and froze. His thoughts interrupted him; oh my God, it's huge. He has to have every fucking designer in here.
He looked around and saw some sweatpants and a white tank top putting them on. They were snug against his bulky body as he walked out he smiled at Ahmet, who was shirtless and in some plaid black and gray pajama pants. He sat beside Ahmet. "Where am I sleeping tonight?" He murmured softly.
Ahmet smiled, "My bed. I'll take the couch, eh?" He pointed softly at his couch by the TV.
Alric nodded in agreement and poked his head by Ahmets phone. "Watcha doing?" He murmured harshly.
Ahmet sighed and set his phone down. "Nothing much nosy posy." He groaned and laid back on the bed. "When ya going to bed so I can move to the couch?" He asked firmly yet calmly.
Alric looked at him. A small sparkle in his eyes. "Mmh, whenever. I don't sleep much anyway, remember?" He chuckled and paused, "when we were little. I used to stay up all night. And scare you. Because you always said in the dark, I looked like a demon!" He chuckled and patted Ahmets head.
Ahmet nodded. "Well, you did. Your black hair and pale skin didn't make it better, dude." He smiled, changing the subject, "remember you used to cuddle up to me til I spooned you so you wouldn't be lonely?" He chuckles.
Alric looked at him with a slight smile and nodded. He felt happy and safe. "Yeah, I remember. You used to hug me tightly because I'd always cry. And you'd call me a big crybaby at the time." He chuckled and scooted closer to him.
Ahmet formed a weak yet reassuring smile on his lips. His face looked at Alric sweetly. "Ah yeah.. you always did cry a lot. I didn't mind, though. I actually liked taking care of you. You were so tiny back then. I remember in America you used to get bullied because of it. I always did stick up for you, though, of course." He paused, "hey.. have you been to America lately?" He asked softly. He slowly clutched his hand with Alrics. His fingers tickled across Alrics as they collided.
Alric shook his head. "I haven't.." He murmured weakly.
