The Housekeeper (boyxboy)

▪ Chapter 2 ▪

A streak of lightning flashed in the afternoon sky and a peal of thunder swiftly followed, booming deafeningly. Heavy droplets started trickling down from the clouds as they finally pierced through the tufts of white.

"Dad?"

Luka and his father didn't exactly have a typical father-son lovey dovey relationship. They were more like a cat and mouse, mortal enemies from birth, always trying to rip each others' throats out with their bare teeth. Luka's wild ways and complete lack of interest in sports had branded him a complete disappointment and when he voiced his intentions to move to New York to be a writer instead of going to college, his father had flipped out completely, morphing from a cat into a very pissed off lion and Luka was reduced to a whimpering ant. And accidentally coming out as gay during one of their ferocious arguments didn't help matters in the slightest. And so, the first chance he got, he packed up his things, stepped on a plane to New York and never looked back.

So it was an understatement to say that Luka was surprised at the unexpected call.

"Hello? Luka are you there? And did you say Calix? That faggot friend of yours who turned you gay? I thought I told you to keep away from him?"

Luka's winced, as he felt the familiar feeling of irritation creeping up his spine, the same feeling he would get everytime that ignorant man opened his mouth.

"What do you want, Dad?" he growled, spitting the last word out like it was poisen, a scowl embedding itself onto his face.

"What, no greeting? We haven't talked in 6 years."

"I'm hanging up," Luka stated impatiently, unconsciously tapping his right foot on the ground in erratic jerks.

Hovering his hand over 'end', Luka was more than ready to end the call when his father spoke again, his words making his hand drop back limply to his side as he turned pale, a numb feeling taking over his body.

"It's Brooke. She's in the hospital."

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"What do you want now, Luka?" Calix asked through the phone, doing nothing to hide the displeasure laced in his tone.

When there was no reply, he frowned, his mild irritation growing.

"Heeeeellllloooooo??? Luuuuukkkkaaaaa????"

The other end was still completely silent, except for soft breathing.

Calix scowled.

"I'm hanging up," he muttered, irked at having been disturbed for no reason.

He was just about to do exactly that when a small voice cracked through the phone.

'Can...can I come over?" Luka asked thickly, the urge to cry blocking up his throat, making it hard to even utter those few words.

Calix sighed, feeling very crossed with his blonde friend.

"Elijah is still here," Calix reminded, sourly, "I told you to come at 3!"

"T-then...then can you meet me? Please?" Luka continued on in a small voice.

Calix didn't seem to notice the distress in his voice. He wasn't very good at picking up on emotions. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed.

"I'm not so free as to meet with you just for you to manipulate me into joining in one of your new selfish escapades," he said scathingly.

Calix couldn't be blamed for being harsh. He was all too familiar with Luka's wild ways and many a times had been unwillingly caught up with one of his numerous adventures that was nothing but trouble for Calix.