My Mistakes Started With You

Mistake Number 2

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"Where in tarnations have you been?!"

The back door of the kitchen closed with a click, as the boy entered. Though despite his cool outer features, he felt a cold shiver down his spine as he was greeted by his grandfathers angry void.

Maybe he should've thought twice before leaving then coming back later than planned. 'This was all because Eraqus didn't wake me up!' He mentally scowled. Now wasn't the time to be blaming who. There was a very pissed old man in front of him, who happen to be his crippled grandfather and a retired businessman. Oh boy, he was getting an earful in early in the morning.

"I, uh, I was... I went jogging. You know... never skip legs day." Xeha tried to leech onto the walls in hope of reaching the stairs. Just hoping he'd avoid a long ass lecture from the old man. "That's no excuse to run into the streets like that! It's cold, what if you get sick? Ditzy dally and a car might make road kill out of you! Do you even know how many drunktards there are? What if-" and there he goes, well, couldn't say he didn't try.

His grandfather had a habit of many a big deal out of the smallest things. Heck! He'd accuse powder for crack any day if it were to make an example how horrible the world is out there and that misfortune is like a curse to this family.

Even throughout his paranoia of building a successful business, he'd still manage to emphasise his 'PTSD'. It's as if the man had gone to war at some point.

"Give the kid a break, dad"

By the kitchen counter, he'd hadn't noticed the tall, lang silver haired down to the waist and pull back to expose his forehead , noted wearing an ugly sweater that he got for Christmas, leaning forward while sipping a cup of coffee.

That's right, it was still the holidays, of course he'd be home. His uncle, Ansem, though seldom at home but still manages to keep grandpa from having the family antagonise the whole world, made this house more of a home since his mother left and grandma died. "Remember when I skipped leg days? I looked like a popsicle with two sticks" he chuckled to himself and nudge his head to the side. Directly towards the flight of stairs that grandfather always complains about. Won't the crook just admit that he already has osteoporosis?

Either way it was signal for Xeha to escape while grandfather was distracted. "You do realise that you still do, right?" Good! The old man had forgotten all about him now. Slowly, he slipped away and ran up the stairs. Back into the caves he calls his room.

As always, the door slammed shut behind him. Leaning against the wooden plain, he slid down until he was sitting on the carpet covered floor. Hadn't taken his coat off, he dug into the pockets in search of that rejection letter.

Holding up that letter, he let out a sigh of defeat. Not one for counting, he now didn't know how many times he'd tried. 'Probably a billionth!' Sighing again, he reluctantly got up and went to his desk.

He felt a migraine coming as he hung his head down with both arms. Every single time he submitted his idea, they return it in denial. No editor want his works apparently. Maybe he should give up.

[ There's still some fixing you need to do. Nah, don't worry. You'll get there soon]

Mr. Eden

His english teacher. The man who's been encouraging him to engage in writing, and submitting his stories. On second thought, he wasn't just any teacher. He was closer than that. They had more in common than anyone who'd ever get in between them. This, this made Xeha feel nothing like he'd ever felt with anyone else. Special. And it all started at a party. It was a bit surprising that a teacher was invited. Though, Xeha was pretty sure he was the only one who recognised him. Darn was it cute when he tried to blend in.