(Long chapter ahead! Also sorry about the grammatical errors!)
[Two days before]
"I still don't understand why you are doing this. All these efforts. You wanted me to look that person up and now you want me to hire a detective?" The man sitting on the chair behind the huge table chuckled cocking a brow.
I don't smile and remain silent making his smile widen, "Alex... Are you gay?"
Great! That was the only thing left!
I roll my eyes not too surprised by his choice of words. "Seriously? Did you really assume I'd disappoint the ladies?"
Adrian laughed out loud. It was irritating and annoying making me roll my eyes again.
"I mean, you stalked him, he even beat you up! And now you want to find him? I don't think so you don't like him. Okay, are you bi?"
I glare at him, "I am not bi and I am not doing this for him. Now, will you help me or I will just leave. I'd so disappointed. I didn't simply sacrifice my sleep, practice and travelled six hours to New York just to return empty handed."
Adrian smiled cockily, "Yeah, yeah you don't even miss your only brother and you approach me whenever you need my help." He began dramatically,
"But unlike you, I am a good brother. I will talk to Martin and let you know."
I finally cracked a smile and nodded, "Thanks, I will be waiting for the news and yes I need results." I stood up putting on my jacket.
"God, you just sound like your father." He smirked making me clench my jaw.
"I will be leaving then." I announced.
He stood up, all the playfulness from before gone. Walking closer to me he patted my shoulder.
"Well, take care and don't miss your classes."
I roll my eyes at the "dad talk" but suppress my smile.
"Sure, sure. Take care brother." Saying that I left his office.
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There were only a few times in my seventeen years of life during which I was upset or in pain.
I have this fear about losing people in my life. Everybody does. The first time I experienced that was when, I overheard Mom and dad talking about my grandpa's condition.
At first I thought he was just a little sick because that's what he told me everytime I visited. But nevertheless we played a lot.
He'd take me fishing, camping and we would frequently visit the animal shelter. He would let me have ice cream and that was our little secret. Those days were the best days of my life. I always thought grandpa would be there for me.
