Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3

11. Emotions

***William***

"What is this sight that beholds me?" I ask, looking at Dylan as him and Raphael walk to the door thirty minutes late. Seeing a annoying smirk on Raphael's face and Dylan practically limping.

I know that limp. I should know, when I first had sex with Arthur I needed a wheelchair. But when I walked I somewhat limped. This is limping in a whole other level though.

Considering I'm used to Arthur, I don't limp anymore. But clearly Dylan had sex, they fought, or...he fell... I highly doubt it's the second or third.

"What's this wretched sight that beholds me as well? Sure as hell isn't an angel." Raphael hissed, Dylan glancing up at him and I watched as he just looked away from me. Shocking me that Raphael Martin didn't have any other shit to spout.

"Aren't you going to degrade me some more?" I ask, having him continue to look away from me." Can I have my turn now? I think I deserve it, for sure-."

"Can we just go inside?" Dylan interrupted, stretching as he looked around me." My legs are killing me and I want to eat something too. Why'd you call us here anyway?"

I chuckle, turning away as he literally gave me the clues I needed.

"Why are your legs hurting?" I question mockingly as we walked inside. Dylan beginning to rub the back of neck and narrowing his eyes at me." It's just a question! You don't have to necessarily answer it, but it'd be nice to know."

"Working out." He muttered, ruffling his hair in discomfort.

"Must've been some workout. What about you Raphael?" I ask, and he frowns.

"You care to know what I was doing? I'm touched." He mocked, glaring at me." Besides, what I do and or what I did do is none of your business. We aren't friends."

I roll my eyes, irritated with his response. I wasn't even a bitch in my question, so there was no need for him to be a bitch to me.

"Thank goodness. Who'd be your friend-?"

"William."

I look, seeing Arthur sitting on the arm of the chair. His eyebrow raised as he stared at me in disappointment. But I didn't care, Raphael deserved that one.

"Arthur?"

"Don't be rude. He just got here." He stated, standing as he looked at his father oddly. Not entirely too awkward but you could tell there was an air around him.

Raphael ended smiling kindly at him, Arthur grinning but it wasn't the same.

"Hello."

"Hey stranger. Should it always be so awkward around your fathers?" He teased, seeing Arthur flinch. The both of us knowing that wasn't the best thing he could've said right now.

"I would not know. This is the first time I'm meeting my father. So I can't say yes or no."

"The answer's no. No need to mock me."

"I'm not. The question you asked was insensitive."

"I'm sorry, when I'm nervous I say jokes to calm down my nerves." Raphael confesses, glancing off to nothing and finding myself intrigued by what he said.

He just told us a little secret, it almost felt like.

"Anyway...why were we called here?" He finally asked, looking uncomfortable and Dylan looked constipated.

"I wanted to inform you that we are going to leave California and go to a different state. A state that I like to call...what was it again?" Arthur looked to me, making me smile.