The Blind Boy | on hold

02 | the parents

kane | atalanta

"So um, which song will we be singing for the talent show?" I ask quite shyly, trying my best not to even glance his direction. If I did I'd probably start blushing up a storm. Which wouldn't be nice, since I have bronze skin, and my blush makes it look like I've been standing out in the sun too long.

I love myself. Even if I look like a burnt chicken nugget, I still love myself. I chant this repeatedly in my head.

I feel shy. I mean, all we did was sing a song together! Why do I feel so...ughh. Why do I feel as if we just- connected? This is stupid.

To be fair though, Kane doesn't look any better. He keeps on running his hands through his hair, fiddling around with the beautiful piano. His cheeks are lightly, very lightly flushed and it's so cute I could die.

Why is he so adorable?! Couldn't he be some annoying, whiny girl? That would make this entire thing much more bearable and certainly better for my heart.

"I'm not sure. We could meet tomorrow here again. Search for songs at your house." Kane says quietly, so quietly that if there was not pin drop silence in the room then I would not have heard him.

Before I can even nod in agreement, he's out in a flurry.

I frown at where he had just been.

Does he not like me?

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Getting home is always a hustle for me. Especially today, since I had missed my bus due to Kane's meeting timings.

I'm not sure if it's a blessing or a curse, missing my bus could either be the worst or best thing to me. The best thing because then I wouldn't have to interact with anyone on the bus but the worst thing becauss I have to walk all the way home.

I sigh deeply. I guess it's leg day today.

I readjust my backpack over my shoulder and start walking in the direction of my house, plugging in my headphones and humming along to my gavourite song.

When I finally reach home, I'm very exhausted. I'm not an active person at all, infact I'm confident that I should be recieving an award for laziness anytime soon.

I prefer eating cake and drinking smoothies.

I collapse onto my bed and mutter curses as I try relaxing my aching muscles.

I suddenly think of Kane and our interactions today, and I feel a giddy feeling wash over me. Why do my cheeks feel hot?! Oh my. I just feel like giggling and smiling like a weirdo so I do, after pressing my face into a pillow.

When that little...phase...is over, I curse myself for acting like a teenager with a crush - which is exactly what I am - and head into the shower.

I hang my towel and clothes on the hanger and step into the warm water after setting it to the precise temperature.

For the first few minutes I just stand there thinking about life. Possible song lyrics run through my head and I attempt to make a tune out of them. I haven't written a complete song yet, just small fragments of what could be a good song.

I finish my shower after about 15 minutes, smiling as I feel slightly energised and not at all sluggish like I was a few minutes ago.

I faintly hear a horn blowing and comb through my wet hair before rushing downstairs.

I find my mum and my dad sitting at the table with plates of pasta in front of them, and an empty seat left for me. The horn is placed beside Mum's plate.

"Thank the gods, you're here Atalanta! Me and your father were just discussing some events we could attend. Apparently there's some greek theatre down the road where they have sword fights..." Mum trails off, looking at me.

I let out a small sigh. "I'm pretty sure those are illegal, Mama. Hi, by the way."

"Hi." Dad says, smiling at me.

My dad and mum are very attractive. My mum has dark brown hair and bronze skin with green eyes, while my dad has blonde hair and fair skin with brown eyes. I get my blonde hair from my dad, and my bronze skin and green eyes from my mum.

In fact, that's why I was named Atalanta, after the greek hero. She was described with the exact same features as me.

Mum and Dad are obsessed with greek mythology. It's...queer, to be honest. Even the whole horn thingy is some old greek custom. My mum's name is Hera (yes, like the goddess), and my dad's name is Zach.

"How was school today?" Dad asks, chewing a huge mouthful of pasta.

Mum slaps the back of his head. "Close your mouth when you're eating! We don't need to see that chewed up mush." She pouts as she says it.

Dad mumbles a small sorry and pecks her cheek while I make vomiting faces.

I didn't need to see that either.

"'Kay I'm going." I say, after finishing my food, taking my plate and placing it in the dishwasher along with my glass.

I hurry upstairs and grab my backpack, bomber jacket, sunglasses and put on my shoes. "But where are you going?" I hear mum call.

"Oh, just out and about." I say vaguely, shouting a quick bye before leaving.

Then I grab my bike and cycle all the way to the small park two streets away.

Ugh more excersise.

a / n_ guys my tests are starting soon so my updates will be at least once a week. ♡ love you allll.