Angelo's POV
The paparazzi was the worst part about my brothers case.
They were everywhere. When we first arrived it wasn't terrible but now that we've been here three weeks its gradually gotten worse. They followed us to the store and waited for us to leave so they could bombard us with questions.
I was currently taking refuge in Marcello's bedroom.
"You're going to have to leave the house sometime." He said from across the room.
"I know that. Especially with Vincent's trial coming up, I need to but I don't have the energy." I admitted and sat up.
The past few weeks have been eventful. Vincent got arrested but then got out on bail. Then he was put on house arrest so he wouldn't flee. My fathers patience with Mr. Shepard was beginning to decrease since he went back to Chicago a couple days ago.
I did have fun here. Me and Marcello would go out and party every other night. I even sat out on the street with a canvas and started painting, the crowd was really huge by the time I was done. I also missed my aunts Italian pizza and my uncles juggling shows.
I missed all those things, but now I miss Jeremy. I even miss Chicago. I miss the crowd and the streets, I even miss the gallery. I miss Ava and Madeline. I haven't gotten a call from Jeremy for about four days and its beginning to bother me.
I tried calling him but he doesn't answer. I keep leaving messages hoping that he is getting them. I talked to Ava and Madeline and they said they haven't seen him or heard from him. I was really starting to worry.
My phone started ringing and I noticed it was Jeremy. I jumped up and dashed into the bathroom to answer it.
"Hey," I said frantically.
"Hey, Angelo," he said.
He sounded like he was crying. His voice cracked and I heard him sniff on the other end. He was either crying or has a very bad cold.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"My mom just told me that my parents are getting a divorce. My dad left yesterday and I haven't heard from him. My mom left and said she would be back soon. Adam is in the hospital, he broke his skull and he's in a coma. It feels like the worlds falling apart." He mumbled and then let out a sob.
My heart broke at the sound of his voice. He sounded broken.
"I'll be there, tomorrow." I said.
"What? No you can't come. Your family needs you." He said with a hiccup.
"They really don't. My parents have this under control and there is nothing I can do but smile for the cameras." I said in all honesty.
I left the bathroom and went to my laptop. I looked for a ticket that left tonight.
"I'll leave in an hour. It takes about nine hours to get there, so I will land at about 2:00pm. Okay?" I said and I heard him take a shaky breath.
He was definitely crying.
"Okay, I can meet you at the airport?" He said it more as a question then a statement.
"Only if you want to. I can just come to your apartment if you'd rather stay home." I offered.
"The last place I want to be is home." He said.
"Okay. I--" I caught myself.
"You what?" He asked.
"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow."
I hung up and bought the plane ticket. Marcello was looking at me in surprise. Then he got a sly smirk on his face.
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Just Another Brushstroke
Romance"It's not that I didn't want to be loved. It's just that I thought I never would be" Jeremy is new to Chicago and is an eighteen year old who was adopted at fifteen. He deferred college for a year just to get his head straight. That's until he ru...
