Your Song - Madderton

9. Candy Floss

Taron and Lucy were together in her bedroom, rehearsing her song. It was a Sunday morning, and it was a cold day out. They both had hot chocolates in their hands as they laughed at each others stupid jokes. Taron was sat at Lucy's desk, reading over the lyrics.

"So, you and Gwilym." Taron raised his eyebrows and smiled as Lucy blushed and looked away.

"Yeah, I dunno."

"What?"

"He really likes me, but I don't think I like him in the same way."

Taron put his mug on Lucy's desk and sat across from her on the bed. "What do you mean?"

Lucy took a deep breath and took Taron's hand before taking a sip from her hot chocolate. "I think I like girls."

Taron stared at her in shock for a minute, thinking things over in his head. "But, Richard saw you two kissing."

"Yeah, that was a mistake. I lead him on because I felt bad."

"Oh, Luce, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." She took another sip from her drink and pulled a face. "I tried to tell you at our sleepover, but stupid drunk Dickie showed up."

"How's he been? Has your mum said anything?"

"She hasn't said much, just that he's been on house arrest the whole week. His mums been keeping an eye on him." Lucy seemed relieved to change the subject, her shoulders relaxed and her eyes turned brighter.

"I'm glad he's alright." Taron blushed and looked down at the bedsheets, avoiding Lucy's gaze.

"Right. Sing, monkey, sing!" Lucy teased, poking Taron's arm. He stood up quickly and found his lyrics.

'You see I've forgotten, if they're green, or they're blue.'

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Taron was sprawled across the floor of his bedroom, listening to his music. Lucy had kicked him out to go out for lunch with some school friends, so he changed back into his sweats. He was planning on having a lazy afternoon, consisting of binge watching movies on his laptop and missing home.

Christine was watching TV in the living room and reading a magazine. She was in her pyjamas too, drinking her afternoon coffee. Her and Taron still weren't really on friendly terms. They'd been distant since she'd left him at the hospital with Richard.

Taron scrolled through his phone, cuddling a pillow. A shadow from the window caught his eye so he looked up and was met with a smiling Richard. He waved and pointed at the latch, watching as Taron slowly unlocked it, a small hint of amusent in his expression.

"You have to be super quiet, my mums in the living room." Taron stepped back to let Richard in, looking him up and down. He'd managed to get dressed, he was wearing some black jeans and a black hoodie, which looked relatively clean. Richard stepped in and tripped a little bit, bumping into Taron. Taron grabbed his waist and steadied him, causing Richard to laugh under his breath.

"How're you feeling?" Taron whispered, pulling Richard into a hug.

"I'm fine, I promise." Richard whispered back, then pulled out of the hug. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were shaking. Taron watched as Richard's face dropped, his smile drooping as his eyes watered slightly. Taron took his hands and kissed them, making Richard smile softly at him.

"Can I take you somewhere, Duckie?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I need to get dressed though." Taron blushed and Richard pushed him away, over to his cupboard.

"Go on then."