Super Rich Kids (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12: Magic Man

"I met with the magic man." I grabbed the stress ball off of Dr. Murphy's desk dropping onto the chaise adjacent to his cluttered desk. He raised his eyebrows at me in question, clicking his pen. "Metaphorically of course..." I tossed the stress ball towards the ceiling catching it as gravity brought it back towards my hands. "He handed me a card and said that he could make it all happen..."

"Care to explain?" Dr. Murphy swiveled in his chair, eyeing the ball as I repeated my throws to the ceiling.

"It was one of those lost Hollywood dream moments... He is offering to make my dreams come true and I don't know what to say." I shrugged, the moment replaying over and over in my head. He handed me a different business card. This one was the key to my future. All I had to do was call the number in gold print.

"Have you talked to Devin about it... or even Abel?"

"Devin knows..." I mumbled. "I tell him everything."

"And Abel?"

I let the ball fall into my hands one final time before I gave it a tight squeeze. "Abel can't know."

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It was the best and worst moment of my life. Hearing Mr. McGegan praise me and tell me what an asset I could be to Juilliard. It was the best compliment of my life and he said it so easily as if it was the most obvious thing. But to me it wasn't.

Everything he said had my heart swelling with pride and happiness. My talents had never been praised or appreciated to such a degree. It made my cheeks feel hot and my chest tight, but then there was the sinking feeling deep in my stomach. This man offered me a chance to go to the most prestigious art school in the world. He offered me a chance to visit, to make my decision, and a one-way plane ticket to New York City.

He was giving me my dream on a silver platter. Everything I have ever wanted was burning a hole in my pocket, a small business card with gold writing, one name and one phone number. That was all it would take to change my whole world. To prove to my parents that I wasn't a failure, to prove to my siblings that I could make a life out of performing and doing what I loved.

They would respect me for once in my goddamn life.

But then I thought of him, the sick boy sleeping in my bed, the one who I promised to help and never leave until he could stand on his own. The one that was crucial to my healing process. It shattered everything. Like a fist to a mirror, I felt all my dreams crash around me in one painful and excruciating moment.

The worst part was that I couldn't blame anyone but myself. I let my excitement blind me from real life. I'm not even sure what I was expecting. But now this opportunity was here, tempting me like a deadly sin and forcing me to pick a side to the chasm I had created.

Devin didn't get it. He wanted me to go. If he could have it his way I would have been on a plane to New York yesterday. But this was a big choice and Mr. McGegan was kind enough to give me time to make my decision. I couldn't tell Abel yet. For a simple reason: I know he would tell me to go.

Of all people, Abel would be the last person to hold me back from an opportunity. He had his moment with the magic man a few years back. He knows how many doors this could open for me and he knows it could better my future, all from personal experience. He would put me first and I didn't want him to. Because no matter how much he urged me to get on that plane, no matter what he said to me, I know it would be half-assed. There was a mutual connection between us that I wasn't sure I could sever. I wanted Abel just as much as I wanted New York and that was raw greed.

I couldn't let go of everything that I was still desperately building up. Was I even mentally stable enough to be alone in a foreign place? Could I separate myself from Devin? Could I betray Abel? Could I say goodbye to Foster again?