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( Chocolate P.O.V.)

"I'm gay." My mouth took a mind of it's own. I don't know why I told him, he just seemed so calm around me. I looked at him, his mouth shaped into a small "O". It then turned into a soft smile, and him nodding his head.

"Won't tell a soul." He put a finger over his lips. I smiled and relaxed my body. I sighed in relief, he didn't discriminate me. He didn't dislike me. Everything is fine. That's what I kept repeating to myself, just for reassurance. Coffee started to make his way over to me, but before he could Red Wine walked though the tent doors. He got down on his knees, and fell onto the bed. Something was obviously up, he didn't say anything. No sarcastic comment, no jokes. Then we heard a faint snoring, Coffee and I looked at each other. Coffee was already snickering, which then turned into laugh. I joined in, slumping onto my back.

Coffee made his way over to me, sitting beside me. He looked down at me, smiling still. I tensed for a second, his smile pierced my heart. It was so warm and kind, and I made me feel happy. I smiled back, putting my hands underneath my head. I felt comfortable around him. After a while of sitting there we decided to start getting ready for bed. As I started to take my shirt off, I heard some sort of shriek from where the girls were. Out of curiosity, I took my shirt off and walked over there. I tapped on their tent, only to have hear rustling inside.

Out of better judgement, I started to open the fabric door. I heard the girl shriek again, which made me stumble backwards. "Master Attendant! Are you okay?" I asked, obviously I was worried about them. I saw her peak through the small slit in the doorway, giving off a loud sigh. She opened the door fully, her face flushed and the girl behind her looking worried. "What happened?" I got no response, then saw a book on the ground. Without a doubt, they were story's about fallen angels. I chuckled, grabbing the side of Arexa's face. "There is nothing to worry about, Master Attendant. You have two wonderful food souls with you, as well I am in the tent nearby." I reassured her, she smiled at me. I heard she'd been very scared about exploring even since she was been attacked by a fallen angel. Coffee finally convinced her to come on this exploration, which they then brought stories on fallen angels.

"Get some rest now, Okay?" I said, letting her face go. She closed the tent door and I heard them say goodnight to one another. I sighed and got off my knees and started to make my way back. I saw a figure leaning against tree outside the tent, it was obvious it was Coffee. "What're you doing out here?" I asked, he looked over at me, obviously tired. He only nodded in response, putting his head back against the tree. I heard the snoring get louder from the tent, then I understood why he was outside. I walked back inside the tent, grabbing my shall I was wearing earlier that day. I put it over my shoulder as well as grabbing a pillow we had layer out.

When I walked back outside, I saw Coffee sitting down at bottom of the tree. His head tipped slightly to the side, his knee scrunched into his chest. His eyes only opened enough to look at me. I

smiled at him and sat down next to him, pulling the shall around his shoulders. I slipped the pillow behind his back and pulling him into me. He put his head onto my shoulder and I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His shivering eventually stopped, his body warming mine now. I could see how his name was related to him. I could hear his soft breathing, signalling he was sleeping. I relaxed, leaning my head up to look at the stars. My mind started to wander. 'What am I doing?' 'No could never love you..' 'Not him, not now..' I couldn't stop them from popping in my head. Until I felt his hand on my chest, his voice mumbling something inaudible. My entire body just froze, and stayed still, mind and all. I would just go with the flow, is what I thought. And if I fall in love now, I'll go with it. I put my hand over his and closed my eyes peacefully. He felt safe, I felt safe and I felt something that would never go away.

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