Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 9: "You're so beautiful and fragile"

"Mmmmmm! Oh my god Brad your mum's chicken tikka masala tastes so good! I could eat this all day!!" Tristan exclaims as he digs into Ms. Simpson's dish. Brad's mum left the house after she cooked lunch, she'll be buying Brad's medicines and do some errands. The two boys were left alone in the house. Tristan noticed that the curly is barely touching his food. "Hey... Why are you not touching your food? It's bad to let your stomach empty Brad..." Tristan said to the curly as he continue to chew the roasted chunks of chicken. Tristan's a clumsy eater, he eats like a baby. "You have sauce in your jaw Tris" the small boy said, laughing at Tristan. "Oh! Sorry" the tall boy said as he reaches for the napkin. "Hey, let me do it" Brad said and smiled. He wiped off the sauce out of Tris' jaw. Brad swears that Tristan's jawline was made by God himself. Its so sharp and attractive "You're like a baby when you eat!" Brad let out a laugh again. "So cute" the small boy whispered to himself. "What's that Brad? You think I'm cute?" Tristan asked. Brad couldn't say anything, he didn't know where that came from. The curly's cheeks blushed into a light shade of pink. "Uhhh, I'll just go to the living room Tris. Enjoy your food" He stood up and went straight to the living room. "Brad!! Come back hey I was just joking!! Eat your food!" Tristan softy shouted at the curly. The tall boy washed his plate after he finished eating. He grabbed Brad's plate of untouched chicken tikka masala, utensils and went to the living room to be with Brad. He saw the curly boy sitting in an indian style in the couch. "Here comes the chicken tikka masala express! Open your mouth Brad!" Tristan said to the little one. He put the plate down the coffee table and took a piece of the chicken meat on the spoon "Here comes the train Brad! Open up! Choo chooo!" Tristan playfully tells Brad as he holds the spoon towards the boy's mouth. "Tris what are you doing?" Brad said, his smile widened as he gently slaps Tristan's shoulder. "Well I thought that the train would help you eat this amazing dish cooked by your mother Brad!" Tristan replied. "Alright I'll eat okay? but I'll eat it myself!" Brad said as he takes a spoonful of chicken tikka masala.

After Brad ate, the lights and the heater was cut. "Shit, our electricity went out!" Brad said. Basically with all of the curly's medical appointments, medicines and soon to be operation, their financial capacity is getting drained. "Mum must have forgot to pay the bills" Brad added even though he knows the truth that his mother didn't forget to pay the electrical bill, they just don't have enough money to pay it. Since there's no electricity, Brad said he wants to take a nap upstairs to his room. Its a miracle Brad's energy isn't too drained today, despite the slight dizziness he feels. Brad's health condition today is okay, he managed to walk upstairs. But Tristan being a gentleman, he assisted Brad up to his room. The curly boy laid on his bed. Tristan tugged his fragile body into the blanket. Tristan flopped besides Brad "Hey, are you sure you're okay?" Tristan asked to the curly boy who's already half asleep. As much as Brad wants to tell the taller boy his cancer, curly thinks that's its not yet the right time. He wants his current health condition to be just between his Doctor, Celia and his mum. "Yes Tristan, Im okay. No need to worry." The curly said while facing Tristan to the side. Brad closed his eyes and let sleep dominate his system. When Tristan noticed that Brad fell asleep already he stood up and watched the little boy sleeping peacefully.

"You're so beautiful and fragile Brad, yet you're so unaware of it" the tall blonde whispers to himself. He scanned Brad's room. Blue with a shade of white are the colors of the wall, peaceful and heavenly. A nighstand besides Brad's bed and a wooden bookshelf containing a few books is placed near the window. Brad sleeps peacefully as the sunlight bleeds through the window, touching his angelic face. Tristan continues to scan his surroundings then he noticed a guitar leaning to a wall. The tall blonde thought to himself,not only Brad is attractive, he's also talented. He carefully grabs the guitar and puts it on his lap. He flops down again besides curly, who's still fast asleep. "McVey, 5" A hand writting Tristan noticed on the guitar's upper left body. Another hand writting "Andersons 2" located on the upper right and "Taylor 1.5" written on the lower left. The tall blond's brows wrinkled caused by curiousity but he's sure that the hand writtings written on the guitar's body was written by Brad. To diminish his curiosity, he decided to play the guitar.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind, it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me...

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It's you
Oh it's you
They add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things..."

"Tris?" Brad turned his head facing Tristan. "Hey, sorry I woke you up... I'll go downstairs now sorry Brad" the tall blonde quickly said as he stood up

The curly boy reached for Tristan's hand "Hey wait! look, our hands fit perfectly" Brad said as he intertwines his tiny hands to Tris'. Brad smile widens again, coincide with his aesthetic eyes. "'My hand is made for you Brad" Tristan said, tightening his hold into Brad's hand.

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