Left Unexplained

Chapter 38~

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A man with an impressive height stood outside, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

"Lauckner?" he asked, glancing between us.

I swallowed a stutter when his heavy gaze set on me. Xavier pinched my back to make me answer him.

"That'd be this guy," I calmly answered while pulling the frightened puppy dog from behind me.

"Xavier! I need a late night snack!" Kyle's demand from the living room fixed Xavier up immediately and he scowled.

"You need a place to stay too?" he snapped at the man. "Because why not? We've already got a refugee inside." His tone was coated with sarcasm.

Kyle shifted from the living room to the hallway. "Alex?"

The man *Alex smiled.

'Woah, for such a large guy with a fierce stare, he sure can smile broadly.'

Xavier groaned. "Why do people keep showing up here? Did someone put up an advertisement for a homeless shelter along with my address?"

"Excuse me," with his long legs, he walked around Xavier and headed straight for Kyle.

Alex stopped before the platinum blonde haired man. I thought Kyle was tall, but the height of the man before him could almost rival that of Michael Jordan's.

Kyle tilted his head to look up at Alex. The taller man brought a hand to to his cheek.

"A-Alexander," Kyle stuttered.

Alex wrapped an arm around his shoulders to bring his face closer. The action caused Kyle to have to stand on his tip toes.

Alex pressed his lips against the paralysed, older Lauckner brother's.

Although the kiss was no more than a quick peck, it felt like the red hand on the clock never ticked again.

Once Alex broke away, he chuckled at the flustered Kyle and ruffled his hair.

"I love you." Although he only murmured, it sounded louder than any idol with a microphone at a pop concert.

"Yes Alexander, you've made that quite clear many times. But maybe now wasn't the best time?" Kyle nervously spoke though his teeth.

When Alex glanced around this time, his eyes were void of the intensity and were filled with affection in its place. He took in the sight of a paling Xavier and an immobile me.

He got a hold of Kyle's shoulders and bent to press his cheek against his, smiling eyes and a grin spread on his face. "Nah, I think it was the perfect time."

The second hand on the clock finally ticked, and Xavier blew up.

"What the fuck?!" Xavier's bellow boomed, completely turning the slow paced, soft mood into a pre-war zone.

"Shit, Xavier," Kyle whipped Alex's hand off of him and took a step to his ghostly pale brother.

"What the hell was that?" Xavier screeched at Alex.

He then turned to Kyle. "Wh-What are you?"

"Xavier, calm down. I-I can explain."

Xavier frantically shook his head. "No! No thanks! Just...just get out."

No one moved.

"Aghh!" he pulled on his own hair. "Fine, do whatever the hell you want! I don't give a flying fuck about any of this crap!"