Chapter 1

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It was a really sunny autumn day when Zavier Maro was walking home from work and heard a sobbing. He didn't know where it came from so he started looking around and soon he noticed a black haired man sitting on a chair in a park. There was a slide and few swings in the park too, and although it was pretty small the kids liked it. Zavier didn't see any other people around, so he decided to ask if the man was okay. He walked slowly towards the man asking:

"Are you okay?"

The man seemed to quail Zavier, but got over it fast and turned around . Anyone would have been able to tell that he had cried and Zavier was surprised when he heard the words

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I heard you crying so I don't-"

he went on, but was cut by the man snapping at him

"Listen, I said I am fine"

with a face expression Zavier couldn't read. He thought that there was no point in arguing that, the man had sounded quite scary to Zavier. And he didn't really even care, why would him? It wasn't like the man was his problem.

"I'm Fabian Aston, by the way"

The man said introducing himself to Zavier.

"Zavier Maro"

he answered. The weather had got freezing cold which caused Zavier shiver. Fabian probably saw that, because he asked Zavier if he would want to come at his place. Zavier said yes after a little silence of thinking. They walked to the Aston's house without speaking a word. Zavier was okay with that but not speaking did bother Fabian a bit. Fabian opened the door and mrs. Aston was already behind it waiting him.

"HOW MANY TIMES I'VE SAID TO YOU THAT YOU CAN'T LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT TELLING ME?"

She asked loudly, and angrily. Then she saw Zavier and apologised for a bad first impression. She seemed to be a little embarrased, but Zavier told her it was okay, that he understood she must have been worried. Mrs. Aston let Fabian and Zavier go upstairs after giving both of the boys a hug, it wasn't a warm motherly hug, but a hug.

"I'm sorry about my mom. She's a bit too overprotective"

Fabian started. He was undeniably the most beautiful man Zavier had ever seen. He's strong jawline and black hair made Zavier weak. Fabian's eyes were dark brown, almost black, but they weren't cold. His eyes were the opposite of cold, they were warm and welcoming. His nose was a bit too little and his lips were a bit thicker than Zavier's. Zavier thought he was almost perfect.

"Don't worry about it. She seems nice"

Zavier soothed.

"So, what were you doing out there?"

He asked earning Fabian to look at him for a little while, before telling he was just on a walk. He sounded like he didn't want to answer that, so Zavier didn't ask more. The latter founded himself wondering what was going on in that man's head.

Fabian was thinking about how hot Zavier looked with his blond hair blocking a bit of his vision, and how Fabian loved his style of dressing. Zavier wore almost all black, which made his skin look even paler than it was. Zavier had dark eyebrows, so Fabian knew he had dyed his hair. The two boys sat on Fabian's bed telling each other about themselves before mrs. Aston asked them downstairs to eat. She had made dinner for them and when Fabian led Zavier downstairs a really good and sweet smell filled their noses. They sat down around the table and mrs. Aston opened the conversation,

"We didn't have time to even get to know each other. I'm mrs. Aston, Fabian's mother" she smiled at Zavier. Fabian had got his sweet and warm smile form his mom for sure. "Hi mrs. Aston. Nice to meet you, I'm Zavier Maro" he said and smiled back at mrs. Aston. They sat there, eating and mrs. Aston asking Zavier the same questions Fabian had already asked before Zavier needed to go home. When Zavier was leaving Fabian asked his phone number and got it. They both started smiling after the door was closed.


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Soooo, this was the first chapter. I haven't read it trought just yet, so I wish there's not too much mistakes.

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