Do I Wanna Know? (Troyler) [ON HOLD]

Amalfi

Carter's arms wrapped themselves around my slender frame. I smiled as I continued making us pancakes. "Can you grab the Nutella babe?" His soft lips kissed my cheek, and he slowly released my waist. I could hear his footsteps as he walked around our small kitchen searching for the small jar. I giggled quietly to myself as Carter searched. He would always let out the cutest little grunts of exasperation when he couldn't find something in 5 minutes.

Mornings like these remind of the good times. The memories flickered through my brain like a movie. We were just two boys thinking that if I left, I would change. My parents even supported the move. They too believed change could make me better. New friends. New therapist. New job. They named all the reasons why they thought America was going to help me recover. So me and Carter packed our measly bags of luggage and set off.

But then something not so good happened. We had been in America for
a spell, and I was improving. Then they started talking to me again. And in turn, I panicked. I knew they couldn't get me, couldn't harm me. But I still freaked out. Then I started getting bad. Worse than ever. The doctors kept me with them for a little while, and Carter came to visit everyday. He made me better again, at least to the point where they let me out. But things got bad again and Carter started drinking more and I had to go back. I remember-

I felt someone shaking me. I hadn't even realized I had frozen. I looked down at my hand, not realizing that I had been holding the spatula so tight my knuckles were white. I stared into a pair of hazel eyes, searching for a familiar detail.

I shut my own, for I didn't want to get accustomed to looking into those poisonous spheres. I have learned not to look for comfort in something or someone that isn't permanent. And those hazel eyes are the ones that taught me.

Carter shook my once again. I opened my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. His hands clasped around my face as a look of worry was etched into his beautiful features. He gave me a soft, tender kiss on the lips. It was short and sweet. I savored that feeling, that kiss, since moments like that rarely ever come around.

Carter gently pried my fingers off the handle of the spatula I once again forgot I was holding. He pulled me in for one last kiss. "Um, I think the pancakes are burning."