Angels

Chapter 2: Kibou

*14 years later*

I ran down the stairs, hearing the doorbell ring for the 5th time. "Wait a dang second! I'm coming!"
I reached the 3rd to last step.
My foot got caught on the tan carpet, lining the staircase, and I let out a shriek as the ground came looming up around me.
"uhhhh." I let out a groan as I rubbed the pain clear from my head.
"Umm, Am I interrupting your floor session?" I heard a laugh and looked up to see a dark brown haired guy with light green eyes. "L... Luke !?"
I stumbled to my feet, dusting myself off. "No! I wasn't having a 'Floor session'! Whatever that's supposed to mean." I tucked my blonde hair behind my ear, leaving the other side flowing beside my left grey eye.
"Anyways, what do you want? I'm busy." I grumbled.
"You seemed pretty eager to answer the door to me." he laughed at his own joke. If it can even be called a joke.
"Shut up. I was only running so my time wouldn't be wasted."
"Okay, whatever you say. I was called over by your parents. David and Kate told me they needed me to babysit.
My mouth dropped open. "What!? You're my age though! Why the hell do I need a babysitter the same age as me!?" I squeezed my fists tightly.
Blake stepped inside, smirking. "Probably because I'm more responsible?"
I shook my head and crossed my arms. "Uh uh. I don't believe that at all." I let out an unbelieving sigh.
"Okay, sure." he walked into the kitchen.
"Help yourself, I guess." I grumbled and sat on the living room couch.
He came and sat on the couch. "Watcha watchin'?" he ate some salt and vinegar chips and nodded to the T.v.
I reached over and grabbed some from the bag and shrugged.
"Something." I set my feet on the table, Luke putting the chips between us on the white couch. "You do realize we're not supposed to eat in the living room, right?" I point out to him.
He just shrugged. "They aren't here are they?" he laughed and I joined in a little.
"I'm gonna go get some more chips. I'll be back in a sec." He stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Don't take to long with chips, or I will Murder your soul!!!" I laughed and sat back into the couch, changing the channel on the T.V.
About 20 minutes later I got off the couch and made my way to the kitchen. "Luke? Why are you taking so long!?" I shouted. I stopped as I turned the corner and saw him holding a photo.
"Lowell, you never told me you had a boyfriend." He spoke a little quiet. I grabbed the photo from him gently and felt a stab in my chest as I saw the photo. "That wasn't my boyfriend stupid. That was... My brother. My twin brother, Kibou." I clenched my teeth to not cry.
Blake saw my face and looked at his feet. "Oh... I'm sorry. W...what exactly happened to him?" He laid a hand on the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.
I looked at the photo of him with a calm expression. "He died when we were five. He had a breathing problem and one day, he decided he didn't want to go back to the hospital. He wanted to stay home. He said he knew he was going to die. That the Angels told him. Of course, my parents were upset. They only paid attention to him. They never even noticed I was here. Until he passed and I was forced to stay in my room until his funeral." I sat the picture down on the dark wooden cabinet.

I turned to walk back to the living room but I felt Luke grab my hand. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize your parents ignored you for so long."
I look back at him and smile. I step in front of him and poked his nose. "It's okay! Because, now I have you."
He smiled at me and I, without knowing it, was pulled closer by him. He leaned forward and I felt our lips touch.

'Luke... How long have I loved you? Since we were seven, on the day we met. I knew something would happen between us. But nothing like this. Nothing about our future was expected.'