Call Me (KidLaw)

Chapter 8

Call Me

Chapter 8

Law woke up as he snuggled his face into his pillow. He sighed, and stretched, thankful to be in his own bed. Then he shot up, looking around, and remembering how he had gotten home the day before.

Eustass was gone, but his eyes caught a note on the table beside his bed.

Law, it read, If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

P.s. I made you some omelets after you finally feel asleep. They are wrapped up in the fridge.

Law groaned, and feel back against his mattress. He probably had seemed like a pathetic 12 year old again. God damn it! He knew he was a wreck, but he didn't need other people-especially Eustass-ya- to know it as well!

He rubbed his bleary eyes, an looked at the clock on his wall. It read 10: 34, a time that Law calucated that gave him about 8 hours of sleep. He hung his head in shame as he recalled that Kidd had stayed late into the eveing, just sitting next to Trafalgar. They didn't speak, they didn't do anything but sit there in awkward silence.

Law was waiting for Kidd to say something like "I can't believe how pathetic you are" or "How can you do anything when you act like a such child?" After all, those were words that he had often heard all his life, so he had learned to expect them, but no such words were ever spoken.

Trafalgar couldn't help but smirk at the memory of Kidd's breathing hitch as his lips touched the older man's pale neck. The man had clutched the front of his shirt, so Law had taken it as encouragement, but then the man had shoved him away, quite aggressivly actually, but not before he shivered as Traf had licked him. In fact, the might even have a hicky.

The thought made him laugh out loud. Ohh, how was he going to explain that to his fiance? Haha to that prick. He deserved it, whatever shit he got from Bonney.

Trafalgar got out of his bed and went over to the fridge and pulled out the ingrediants to make his favorite breakfast smoothie. He added almond peanut butter, banana, and the rest of the things he needed into the blender, and soon his cold, thick smoothie was ready to be consumed. He then opened the fridge and took out Kidd's omelets. He put them in the microwave, and they were soon ready to be eaten as well.

As soon as Law was done with his breakfast, or rather brunch at that point, he pulled on some loose shorts, his favorite zip up sweat shirt, and his most comfortable sneakers. He feed Bepo, then clipped the dog onto his leash, grabbed his phone with his earbuds, and soon they were out the door. The early afternoon was beautiful, but it was cold. Well, cold to the normal person Law supossed, but for him -who had grown up in some of the coldest winters in Alaska- it was realitivly warm. So, because of this, the teen soon was jogging through the park in just gym shorts, sweat shirt tied around his waist, and Bepo panting happily by his side.

He felt the appreciative eyes of women and men alike on his caramel skin etched with swirly ink that glistened attractivly with sweat, and his perky ass as he jogged passed them. He had music blaring his ears as he ran along the bike path that twined through the park, perfect for excerise like this, and only stoppped when he noticed that his phone, tucked convieniently in the waist band of his short gym shorts, was vibrating.

He stopped, and paused his music as he swiped his phone to recieve the call.

"Yes, Nami-ya?" he asked with slight irritation.

"You sound a little breathy, Law," the ginger remarked testily, "As your manager, should I be concerned?"

Law rolled his eyes, even though he knew that he knew she couldn't see. He knew also that Nami was a kick ass manager. The woman was coniving as she was beatiful, and money hungery. Ace had introduced the two to each other one night when the two boys had went out for drinks.