Troye sat longingly on the bed, his head resting on the edge where grey plaster met window. He had already undone the window, opening the blinds slowly, cool air ghosting over his nimble fingertips. His curls rested on the wall, adorning his thin legs were a pair of light-wash yellow socks, meeting the tops of his knees. (The thought of his knees always brought joy to the magical boy, Jacob always put a smooth layer of Johnson's baby lotion on his knees.)
He inhaled deeply, in taking the brisk air, settling for the way it passed his cheeks, nipping his cherry-red lips. The rain fell gently from the sky, turning the clouds into a pallid gunmetal. Troye smiled to himself, thinking back on the times he'd kissed Jacob in the rain. It was a cliche, for sure, but maybe that was just what they had to be. The love that held the two together was more than a few simple words or gentle touches here and there. Hard to explain, it truly is.
Little instances that make up for a million lost words. Looking back on the time Troye spent himself getting lost in a pair of hazel eyes almost too bright to be real. Waking up tangled underneath the sheets in a dingy Motel 6 offside the highway. Giving dollars to panhandlers on the nicer side of town when they hadn't many dollars themselves, (Troye more so.)
Troye often found himself thinking of people, the ones who had known him and the ones he wished hadn't. The blue eyed boy remembered the first boy he'd a crush on in the third grade, his dark brown hair, almost black contrasting with light brown eyes that shone like sea glass in the light. Observing him from afar the calm eight-year-old did, not wanting to lose those around him because he looked at boys, he especially didn't want to lose Jacob either. He remembered sitting around a table, smiling slightly at the dark haired boy only to be hit with a ' you're so skinny, do you even eat ? ' That was where Troye learned to hate his body.
Troye remembered the pretty girl named Alice, they held hands for a week before they both figured out that maybe they weren't for one another. She was his friend to this day, she'd grown into something beautiful. Her full lips complimenting the apples of her cheeks, freckles sprinkled across his nose. Her light yellow hair falling by her face lightly, bangs getting in the way of her blue, almost gray eyes. She was by far one of Troye's favorite people, he wanted her to have the world. And in all honesty, she deserved it.
To etch a frown upon Troye's delicate features was something that easily came when reminded of the petite girl named Elizabeth, he often regretted letting himself get to be too much. She was a prepossessing girl, bright blue eyes to match her small frame. She spent hours weekly training at her dance academy, often perfecting the small things. It's still vivid yet void of color in Troye's mind, the words repeating over and over in his head, 'too much, can't be friends with you anymore.' Looking back on it now, he'd befriended the girl at the wrong time in his life, while he should've tried to befriend his own self first.
Troye was pulled from his bottomless pensive thoughts when a creak on the red tiles resonated throughout the otherwise empty home. He wheeled his head around, a single chocolate-brown curl toppling over his forehead. A childlike gasp escaped his mouth when he was met with Jacob's strong frame standing in the doorway. The younger boy jumped up quickly running into the hazel-eyed boys arms, skidding slightly in his yellow socks on the red tile. He burrowed into Jacob's chest, burying his head into his defined collarbone. Jacob rested his chin on top of Troye's penny colored head, breathing out slightly as he smiled to himself.
"Hey angel," he said in a stage-whisper, running his fingers up and down the almost seemingly emaciated boy's back. He picked up Troye with ease, gracing across the red tile in his navy-blue socks made for elders. Troye giggled to himself, he'd always liked the way his inamorato was able to pick him up so easily. Looking back, Troye had always been small and soft, able to be picked up by anyone really. That of course didn't matter, because Jacob always protected him.
