Color Blind

Chapter two page four

Timothy parked his car and walked down the road looking for Queen Street.  When he got there he was surprised at how quiet it was compared to the rest of the buzzing city. He saw a fountain and walked around it looking at the benches for Alexander. When he didn't see Alexander anywhere he turned around and saw him asleep on the ledge of the fountain.  He mumbled, "there better be a good reason behind this." He walked up to the sleeping boy and ran his hands through Alexander's hair. Alexander slowly opened his eyes and saw Timothy. He rose from where he was laying. "You shouldn't do that. I could've been anyone." Timothy scolded. Alexander stood up and half smiled, "But it wasn't. It was you." Timothy laughed then looked around. "Why are you two hours away from home?" Timothy asked. Alexander looked at his feet, "I couldn't stand staying at the house." Timothy just stared at Alexander. And that's how they stayed for a while. Just staring at each other. After a while Alexander pulled himself up to sit normally. Timothy laid his head on top of Alexander's and said, "I don't know what's going on with you. And I know you might not want to talk about it. But I'm here. You don't have to runaway to solve your problems." Alexander tightened his grip around Timothy. "Come on, it's cold and I remember seeing a coffee shop around here." Timothy offered. Alexander let go of Timothy and stepped back. He stared at Timothy.  Alexander stepped forward and kissed Timothy hard.

Timothy was caught by surprise. But he kissed back. When they pulled away, Timothy grabbed Alexander's hand and pulled his to the coffee shop. When they sat down at the coffee shop Timothy examined the boy in front of him. Alexander's lips were slightly blue and his cheeks were red from being in the cold too long .

When the boys got their coffee's Alexander said softly "I'm sorry." Timothy looked Alexander down then  set down his coffee, "For what?" Alexander looked out the window, "Causing you all this trouble of coming down here."  Timothy looked at Alexander with question before saying, "Trust me when I say I wouldn't do it for anyone else. But you worry me." Alexander didn't say anything. Timothy took a sip of his coffee and watched Alexander clench and unclench his jaw repeatedly.

Alexander stared out of the window.  He was thinking hard about, well, just about everything. He looked over at Timothy and felt the same feeling rush over him as he does every time. He knew what he needed. "Smile" Alexander said in a monotone voice. Timothy cocked his head, "Smile?" Timothy questioned back. Alexander nodded. Timothy tried to refrain, "what? Why?" He asked. "Because I need you to." Timothy tried not to laugh but failed, "I can't not do it!"

Soon enough both boys were laughing hard and tried to contain themselves.  Alexander looked at his phone, 3:22 am it read. "We should really get going." Alexander said wiping tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. Timothy nodded and stood up.

While in the car Alexander tried to find a way to ask Timothy something. Finally he gained the confidence and looked at the driving boy. "Hey Timothy?" Timothy briefly look his eyes off the road to take a glance at Alexander. "Yeah?" Alexander looked at his hands while speaking, "It's no secret to me that your miserable at your house. And, I had a idea." Timothy nodded, "yeah? What is it." Alexander took a deep breath, "Well I clearly have the room, and well, what if you moved into my house?"  Timothy practically slammed on the breaks at the red light. "Do not pity me Alexander." Timothy said as his voice rose.  Alexander looked up at Timothy with his eyes wide, "Timothy I-I'm not!" Timothy shook his head, "Sorry I just...sorry Alex." Alexander nodded, "Its fine. I'm offering for totally selfish reasons." Timothy let out a small laugh, "Oh yeah? And what are those reasons?"  "I'm Lonely.  When your not around I'm sad. And I need someone to tell me the colour of things." Alexander said. Timothy thought for a moment.

No more abuse.

No more hiding the injuries.

No more screaming and arguing.

Alexander will be around.  Not him.

Why not?

"Alright let's do it."

Alexander couldn't believe what he heard. "Really?" Alexander asked. "Yeah. I'll find a way to tell my dad tomorrow while my aunts over."  Alexander smiled "Great! But are you sure you dont want help with your dad?" Timothy thought for a moment, "Yeah. I'll do it myself."

The question is though, how will his dad react.