Short Stories

Too Young

Lucca tiptoed down the dark hallway, careful not to bump into anything or wake anyone up, as he did every night. Especially Julian's stupid roommate, the Russian ass, Watson.

The house was silent, except for the cars that zoomed by outside and the animals that made their sounds in the night. A cold rush of wind blew past him, making him stop and curl up into a ball on the floor. A door opened and footsteps were heard, but Lucca wasn't seen. Thank Dio.

After the door closed for the second time, Lucca stood back up and began his journey again, his face highlighted by the moonlight and his bare footprints softly hitting the wooden floor.

Finally he reached the door, Julian's door. The door he was so familiar to by now. Lucca pushed open the door quietly, capturing his breaths and making them come out in tiny, soundless puffs. It was painful, yes, but he didn't want to risk being caught and sent back to his room.

He quietly shut the door once again, and turned, making his way over to Julian's bed. There he was, Lucca's sweet prince charming, curling with the blanket and pillow, mouth open a tiny bit and snoring softly, his chest rising and falling softly. Lucca stared at him, studying every familiar detail of Julian, letting a small smile take over his face.

Julian was American, unlike himself, with messy auburn hair, lightly tanned skin, some serious dimples, soft light brown eyes and a smile that made even the most serious of people giddy with happiness. To bed, he wore just boxers and sometimes a tee shirt. Tonight, he wore none. Meanwhile, Lucca only wore pj pants, revealing his caramel coloured chest, arms, and neck, more than he usually showed.

After carefully thinking about how he would enter the bed tonight, he quietly lifted the quilt up a half a foot and slipped in, being sure not to touch Julian at all. As far as he knew, Julian had no idea that Lucca was coming and sleeping with him every night.

At first it started out as nightmares. Nightmares about being separated from Trina (Katerina), his older sister, and his mother when they went back to Italy and he had decided to stay here, a choice he regretted for three weeks until Julian had made everything better again. Nightmares about losing Julian or Watson kidnapping him and such. Those were the worst of the nightmares.

Lucca finally got in safely, pulling the covers over his body gently and curling into a hall circle. He listened to the peaceful sighs and snores that came from Julian, going with them and getting really sleepy.

He checked the time. 12:25. Perfect amount of time to sleep and get out before Julian woke up and even realized that Lucca was ever-

"Lucca?" His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, blinking over towards Julian, who had his eyes halfway open and staring at him.

"Ahhhhh!" He cried, falling out of the bed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Uh, I'll just, uh, er eh ahh." Lucca freaked out, unable to stand.

Julian just laughed, sitting up and letting the quilt pool in his lap. He reached over and gingerly pulled Lucca onto the bed, smiling widely at him. "Are you going to explain why I finally caught you sneaking into my bed?"

"..How long have you known..?" Lucca spoke in a low, embarrassed whisper.

"Two or three nights. How long has this been going on? What caused this?" Now Lucca didn't want to tell him that, it was far too embarrassing.

See, at first it started out as nightmares, but when the general attraction and romantic feelings began to set in, he couldn't find himself stopping.

Lucca just shook his head.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." He nodded. Julian just laughed slightly, hugging the younger boy. "Can't you tell me?"

"You'll laugh." He mumbled, resisting the urge to fall into the embrace.