A Boy And A Wolf [BoyXBoy]

Prolouge

   "Meooow~"

   I groaned and turned in bed when something poked my face. Groggily, I opened my eyes to see a ball of tan fluff on the sheet beside me.

   "Félix..."

   The cat was about to wander away but only for me to sit him in my lap. I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and looked to my right. On the nightstand, the alarm clock read 5:35 am. I smirked and scratched behind Félix's ears, making him purr.

   "You know I'm not supposed to get up for another hour..." I yawned. "I guess I might as well get ready..."

   I slid out of bed and sat Félix on the floor before going downstairs, humming a tune to myself as I got ready for my day.

   Oh, where are my manners? My name is Noah Aquarelle. I'm 19 years old, and I live in San Diego, California.

   I lived in Paris, France up until I was about 5 years old along with my parents and my big sister, Adelaide. But a lot of bad things happened between my Maman and Papa, and the next thing I knew, Adelaide and I were moving to Italy with Papa. It was there where I got my love for art. I would beg Papa to take me to the art galleries after school almost everyday. If I was lucky, he took me and we would go to a fancy restaurant to have cake right after. He even let me sit in his classroom while he taught art to high school students. But that ended when I started watching the students while they painted and asking if I could paint too...

   It was all fine up until around Adelaide's 19th birthday...

   Papa had gotten really sick. Doctors said he had a cancer that was causing his heart to fail. Long story short, Adelaide dragged me to the airport away from Papa's hospital bed, and I never saw him again.

   Then we were on our way to a golden land of opportunity, but we ended up in America instead.

   I was nervous when we first came here. I was 14 and had to go to an American public high school. I didn't know much English; my first language was French, and I knew a fair amount of Italian. But I never really got a chance to learn English. A lot of kids made fun of the way I spoke, because I had the bad habit of mixing up certain words and accidentally speaking French instead of English. I'd ask Adelaide to teach me English; she could fluently speak, not only French and Italian, but also English, Chinese, German, and Russian. But every time she brushed me off, saying she was too busy to teach me. So I tried to teach myself. It proved to be rather difficult...