He Was... •cecilos•

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first cecilos fan fic!!
wtnv has been my main fandom for the past few months and has helped me find light in some dark places and remind me that out there, I belong somewhere, since, right now, I don't belong anywhere at all
anyways
.. not very many fanfics for it, surprisingly. so here's my contribution
hope y'all enjoy :)
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The moving vans came very late into the night.
Their headlights were shining brightly on the road ahead of them, illuminating their path while, consequently, casting darker shadows where the light could not reach. It was too dark to read the inscription on the white vehicle, but it probably wasn't very interesting, anyway.
Cecil watched as the two cars pulled into his col-de-sac and came to a halt in front of a house nearby. He opened his blinds enough to fit his head in and peeked out, trying to make sure the light from his room didn't reach the outside.
Strange. He didn't remember the neighbors moving out.
Then again, he didn't remember having neighbors.
He didn't even remember that house being there at all.
Hmm.
He perked up when the doors to the van in front opened up. A woman probably in her mid-thirties came out, looking at her reflection in the window and fixing her hair. Cecil tilted his head.
The woman seemed to remember something and called out, but the glass of the window muffled out whatever she was saying.
Nothing happened.
The woman looked frustrated, shoulders tensed and hands clenching into fists, and shouted again. Still not loud enough to hear.
And that was when he saw him.
He was a silhouette, of course. It was probably around eleven at night, so there was no way his face would be even the slightest bit visible. But his stature.
Oh, his stature.
His back perfectly straight, head held high. As if he was meant to be there. As if he were born to be in that exact spot at that exact moment in time. As if the universe had lined up the stars perfectly just for that boy.
Cecil swallowed.
He wished it were light out. At least then, he could see the kid. It would also have made it socially acceptable to run outside and greet the new people living on the block.
But he wanted to see him. His face, the back of his head, anything.
It was innocent curiosity, but it consumed him.
Who was he? Who was he? Who was he?
The kid- not really a kid, though, since he seemed about Cecil's age- followed the woman to the back of the van. They opened the door and started carrying boxes to the front of the house. Cecil followed them with his eyes the whole time. He was thankful his room was in the attic and not on the second or first floors, or it would've been extremely weird for the new people when they noticed him. Then again, it was weird to have someone look at you from any elevation. But for some reason, having a face pop up in the tip-top window of a house seemed less surprising. You could pass it off as something in the corner of the eye. A ghost, even. A semi-sentient being.
But what did Cecil know about the nature of the supernatural?
Not much, since the History and Economics of the Paranormal and Supernatural course at his school was discontinued. Darn those budget cuts!
Cecil snapped back to attention when the boy and the woman closed the door on the back of the truck and headed to the house. Did they really unpack that quickly? Maybe Cecil had totally zoned out for twenty minutes on accident and hadn't even notice.
Hey, anything is possible.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Perhaps he should've gone out and helped them instead of just watch like a creepy stalker?
Cecil didn't have enough time to regret his lack of decision making skills, because at that moment, the boy turned his head and noticed the light at the highest window in his neighbor's house. He froze in surprise.
Cecil stood completely still as their gazes locked, fearful that he'd scare the boy off before they even had a chance to meet in person.
And boy, would that be a shame.
Because the boy's face was illuminated in the soft light of a sconce hanging near his garage door, every feature on his face contoured by the shadows his nose and jawline cast.
He was beautiful.
Not a girly beautiful!
But..
Handsome sounded too flirtatious, yet cute wasn't enough. He wasn't handsome. He wasn't cute or pretty or nice looking.
He had flaws. Everyone did.
But he was..
Perfect.
Perfectly imperfect.
He seemed to notice that Cecil was equally as surprised as him and relaxed, smiling up at him. Wavy locks of brown hair fell in the boy's face, and as he pushed them behind his ear, he waved at Cecil.
Cecil felt his face grow warm and feebly lifted a hand in the air to greet him back.
Love at first sight was for children. It wasn't real. You couldn't love someone just by catching a glimpse of their face. There was always the question of personality, ambitions, etcetera.
But at that instant, he felt his chest tighten, and knew that he was in love.
If love at first sight was a fairy tale, then Cecil wanted to be the protagonist.
And this boy..