Life In Different Colors (A Lashton Fic)

Chapter Four

We end up sitting at the counter, eating cereal. He said he didn't want anything else because he didn't want to eat all my food.

"Do you live here? In one of the houses, I mean." I ask before putting a spoonful of lucky charms in my mouth.

He nods and swallows, "I live in the one closest to the office. I only have to pay half the amount I would normally have to." He smiles. I watch him eat his cereal, he appears young, he's happy and giddy and a little hyper.

"How old are you?"

He picks a marshmallow from his cereal and pops it in his mouth before saying "Sixteen."

For a moment my eyes widen, I expected him to be about eighteen. "Are you still in high school?"

He shakes his head vigorously, "I did homeschooling and finished early. I just finished recently, too."

He slurps up the milk left in his bowl before hopping down off the stool and heading toward my bed. "Wow, your place is a lot bigger than mine." He lifts his head and looks up at the ceiling, then he notices the desk up stairs.

I stand up and head towards him but he's already walking for the stairs "What's up here? Is there where you write?"

"Uh, yeah." I say as I try to keep up with him.

He picks up a piece of paper off my desk and starts reading it. I don't bother to stop him because he seems genuinely interested. "This is good." He says softly.

I smile, "Thanks."

And as if God were telling me to stop thinking about a sixteen year old boy the way I am, thunder strikes and the power goes out.

"Holy shit." He says. I can barely see him.

"That can't be good." I say, trying to think of something I could do that'll provide light.

"Hey! I have a flashlight on my phone." He pulls his iPhone out of his pocket and a bright beam shoots from it.

He holds it up in my direction and I squint at the light, "Come on, I think there's candles down stairs."

He leads the way to the kitchen, I follow close behind him with my hand on his back.

"Where are they?"

"This one." I say as I lead him to the last drawer on the right.

We light the candles with Luke's lighter, I don't ask why he has one, and set them out beside my bed and sit around them.

"So, were you homeschooled your entire life?" I ask, trying to learn more about him.

"Nope, just since I was fourteen. I started out high school in a real school but kids there didn't really like me so my dad got scared and pulled me out." He shrugs.

"Why didn't they like you?" I examine his face, he's not showing emotion of sadness or anger, he isn't really showing much at all.

He looks at me for a moment, probably deciding wether he should tell the truth or not. "Well," he starts "when you're gay and you try to play football no one actually thinks you wanna play. They think you just want to be in the locker room with a bunch of other boys."

I say a soft "I'm sorry."

He just nods and stares at the ground before breaking out into small laughter, "The Locker room was kind of nice though."

I laugh at him.

We spend the rest of the night talking about stupid things, I let Luke take the lead and he does most of the talking, I just listen to his stories and theories and ideas.

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(A/N) Oh my god, please don't hate me. I'm so so so sorry this took so long to update and I'm sorry it's short. Please don't be mad! I've been busy with school and boys and softball so I've not had time to write much, please forgive me!

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