The Blue Rose |BoyxBoy|

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Noah's POV

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"Night, Tim." My mom and I said after locking the doors of the shop. We then made our separate ways before heading back home.

I was kinda bummed to go back home. In that place, there's only a 14 year old demon awaiting to ruin the night for me and an empty fridge. And to be honest I rather come home to a brat than an empty fridge. It looks like God is on my side because I got both.

After 10 minutes of walking, we finally arrived home. When the door opened, I was immediately greeted with the warmth of the house and the smell of vanilla which tickled the tip of my nose. I smiled and let out a deep breath as mom and I walked in.

"Summer, we're home!" Mom yelled out to my little sister. You know, the demon I mentioned earlier.

"Noah!" Summer squealed as she ran down the stairs towards me. I pursed my lips and got ready to walk out the door but mom pulled me back.

What a lovely mother.

Before I could say anything, two arms wrapped around me, engulfing me in a super tight bear hug. I groaned and tried to shake her off of me but she wouldn't budge. After a few seconds of struggling, I finally gave in and hugged her back.

"Hey, summer. Missed me?" I asked and smiled. She looked up at me and shook her head.

"No, I just wanted to see if you have any food on you." She replied and gave me a goofy smile before pulling away. I narrowed my eyes and shut the door before heading inside, ignore the laughter of my little sister.

"Baby, can you give me a hand?" My mom asked as she came upstairs from the basement with three boxes piled one on top the other. I raised an eyebrow, not questioning what she was doing, then took two boxes away from her before resting it on the counter.

"What are in these?" I asked as I examined the boxes.

"Old stuff. You know, pictures, songs, letters-"

"Letters?" I asked confused. I looked at her and then the box before turning to her again.

"Why do we have old letters stacked up in a box?" I questioned and attempt to rip open the box but before I could grasp it, it was removed from my vision.

"Hey, I wanted to see that!" I argued and reached for the box but she shook her head.

"I'm not allowing you to read these letters until I'm certain you can handle them." She stated and placed it down. I frowned and sat down on the floor. She did the same and just shrugged at me.

"Why can't I read them now?" I asked and stared at the box in front of me.

"Because you're not ready to read them." She replied and opened one of the boxes which was filled with pictures.

"When will I be ready?" I asked her and rest against the counter, my right cheek pressing against the cold glass.

"When I say you are." She responded. I groaned loudly and slammed my fists against the floor like a five year old.

"Let me read 'em!" I demanded and reach for the box but got a slap against it.

"Ouch! That's child abuse!" I yelled and smirked at her a little. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the pictures.

"What are you gonna do? Go to the police and tell them that I hit you because you were acting like a five year old? Does that sound right to you, Noah?" She asked causing me to gulp and get up.

"Fine, but I'll read them one day." I said and stomped away.

"Keep dreaming, sweetie." Mom replied as she kept looking over some pictures.