CHERRY WINE (SLOW UPDATES?)

chaper ten

real bad chapter :(

FOLLOWING THE MEAL and quality time spent together that evening. as the night grew longer, the group decided to watch a movie. while everyone else relaxed in the living room, watching a movie that milo had chosen, mia and her newfound obsession were tidying up in the kitchen.

they never got around to the 'conversation', but we knew milo was going to ignore it. rge truth is, he wanted to have the 'chat', but when the time came, he just ignored the question.

vince, leon, and jesse sat on the couch and floor. vince couldn't help but look across to the kitchen, where mia and brian had spent the last hour. leon and jesse whispered loudly as they stuffed their faces with popcorn.

dominic and letty sat on the couch, cuddling up with milo stretched across their lap and a blanket wrapped around him. he fought to keep his eyes open, but the way letty dragged her fingers through his hair made it almost difficult.

"how are you gonna fall asleep on the movie you chose?" letty smiled as she whispered. milo shuddered at how her voice kissed his ear.

"too much food, now sleepy," he said, sinking down onto her lap. letty chuckled and patted the boy's head. eventually vince stood up to make more popcorn as he grew tired of jesse and leon bickering over who should make more.

vince hit the door before storming away, and Milo felt himself jump awake. "there's no popcorn," jesse said, glancing up at vince because that was the main reason he had gone to the kitchen in the first place.

"make your own goddam popcorn," he said, stepping over leon and over to milo. he pulled the cover back, causing milo's eyelids to flutter open.

"get up, we're going home," vincent replied, gesturing for the boy to get up. milo shook his head and sat up straight.

looking at his elder brother, milo huffed, "dad said i can stay the night." vince shook his head bending to throw milo's shoes and jacket toward him.

"he changed his mind, let's go," vince exclaimed, spinning around and storming out the home. milo puffed up his cheeks as he slipped his sneakers on. milo looked at dom, who appeared upset, and then letty, who patted his back soothingly.

"he's lying, what a pendejo," milo moaned as he got to his feet. he knelt down and planted a kiss on letty's cheek then on dom's head.

"what about what you wanted to talk about?" letty asked him a query. milo smiled shyly and shrugged.

"i'll see you guys tomorrow, it's okay," he spoke in a nearly hopeful tone. dom placed his arm around letty's shoulder and nodded, grinning a little.

"bright and early," letty smiled, blowing kisses as milo stumbled out of the house. as milo left the house, he wiped his face. as he descended the stairs, he exhaled deeply. he assured himself that he would not avoid the crucial conversation.

when milo arrived to his brother's car, he knew he was in for a long ride home. vince's jaw was clenched, and his grasp on the driving wheel was deadly.

"just because you got mad at Mia doesn't mean you can take it out on everyone else," milo muttered as he belted himself in.

"just drop it," vince hissed, driving away from the toretto house. milo didn't say anything as he slumped against his seat, eyes closed. by the time they got at their house, milo had already left before vince could park.

when milo got inside, he shrugged his coat off and discarded it, along with his boots, at the bottom of the steps. he took the remote from his father's chair and sank against the couch.

vibce arrived minutes later, slamming the door and making his way into the kitchen. milo mentally rolled his eyes when vince returned with a beer in his hands. "

"what are you doing?" vince wondered, drinking his beer. "waiting for dad," elliot muttered as he flipped through the television channels.

"right, i apologize for tonight, man," vince said in a serious tone. milo remained glued to the cartoon he was watching without even looking up.

he muttered a small, "it's whatever," and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch. vince sighed as he tussled milo's hair. he bid the other "goodnight" and started to climb the stairs.

by the time milo's father arrived, he had already fallen asleep. the man grinned slightly as he was met with mlo's sleeping body. the man set down his bags before moving up to his son and gently caressing his head.

milo gently blinked up at the man. his father asked him, "what are you doing down here?" milo sat up and yawned. "was waiting for you," milo said with a stretch.

"we brought food back from dom's," he informed the man. his father nodded his head. "thanks, go to bed, i'll warm it up," his father said, turning to walk into the kitchen.

"goodnight," milo replied to the man, forcing himself up the stairs.

MILO DID NOT return to his boyfriend's home the next morning; instead, he stayed in bed for the majority of the day before forcing himself out the door. he didn't want to see the others today for fear of having an unpleasant situation with letty and dom.

rather, he engaged in his two favorite activities: skateboarding and thrift shopping. his absolute favorite way to kill time was thrifting. he had the same passion for skateboarding. there were times when he could be alone, free, and himself at the skate park. even though he didn't spend much time alone, he on occasion loved it.

surprisingly, he paid for each item. he got a few things for his friends and dad, but the rest he kept for himself. he arrived home later that evening. vince wasn't home, but his father was, reclining in his favorite chair and watching football.

"hey, dad," the young boy said to his father. he smiled as his father twisted his whole chair to wave at the youngster.

"hey cherry," his father said. he watched milo stumble into the living room, throwing all of his bags on the floor. "i have something for you," the boy said, searching through the bags.

milo rummaged through each bag, and the man looked on with interest. the man threw out a loud laugh as milo produced a big mouth billy bass display.

"where did you find this?" the man laughed while holding the souvenir. milo stood straight and shrugged. "the thirft," he added.

"well, i like it, i'll hang it above the mantle," his father told him. milo nodded, grabbing his things. "oh, and letty is waiting for you in your room," his father said. milo hesitated before nodding. "thanks,"