Him & I | Elio + Oliver

TWO | Him. Always him.

Friday, June 29th 2018

6:37

The bright sun coming from Elio's bedroom window woke the adolescent a few hours earlier than he had intended to. Elio groaned and hid his face in his pillow. He rolled on his back, rubbing his still tired eyes, shielding them from the sunlight for a few seconds. He'll have to ask Mafalda to hang curtains or something because he won't wake up at six o'clock all summer. 

In his old bedroom, he had curtains but, Oliver is occupying it. 

The villa seemed quiet. He must be the only one awake. 

Not feeling like getting up yet, he put his headphones on and decided to work on his music. Although there is a tons of music sheets on the internet, Elio preferred to transcribe the music himself - and, sometimes, add his own twist. Most pieces Elio listen to are made for the piano, not the guitar. By transcribing the music, he can adapt it for the instrument of his choice.

Right now, Elio is working on a piece from Johann Sebastian Bach. He started this transcription mid flight to Italy but, he was so tired that he ended up falling asleep. The piano chords echoed in Elio's ears as the ray of the sun hit the adolescent's pale skin, warming it up between two yawns.

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15:21

On rare times, Elio went and proposed his help to Mafalda in the kitchen. And by help, he meant tasting help. Although he doesn't share this opinion, Elio wasn't the greatest in the cooking department. He misread the recipes and mix ingredients names constantly. This is why being the taster was perfect for Elio's competences. 

''What's on the menu today?'' Elio asked, entering the kitchen, seeing Mafalda hands deep into some dough. ''Will you grace us with one of your divine recipe tonight?''

Mafalda chuckled, her eyes never quitting her dough. ''Charming me to get an early bite of dessert won't work today, Elio.'' 

Out of all the good food Mafalda prepared, the desserts were Elio's favorites. Her raspberry gelato with scraped dark chocolate on top, the panna cottas...and don't get him started on the chocolate truffle tart. 

With Mafalda, his sweet tooth was always satisfied.

''Dammit.'' Elio paused, curious about what was on tonight's menu. ''What are you cooking?''

''A white peach tart,'' the woman replied. 

''Sounds delicious. Need a second hand?'' 

Most of the time, Mafalda would send him away and say he is disturbing her cooking but, for today, another set of hands wouldn't be refused. ''You can cut the peaches.'' She pointed to the peaches on the kitchen island. ''Use that knife over there. Careful, I wouldn't want you bleeding all over my peaches.''

The adolescent chuckled, grabbing the said knife and started cutting the peaches in moon shaped slices, following Mafalda's instructions. It wasn't too hard of a task. Every few seconds, Mafalda would check the boy over her shoulder, making sure he was doing the right thing. She wasn't doubting his abilities, she knew he could cut the peaches but, as an almost second mother to Elio, it was a reflex to check on him.