Call Me By Your Name *Sequel*

Chapter Two

Elio gazed out of his window, frustrated. They had to leave for the funeral in a couple of hours and they were expecting Oliver. He was so angry - how dare Oliver return and inflict himself on everyone, especially at his father's funeral. He could not believe that he had the audacity to return after all that happened between the two of them. Although two years ago, the memories were fresh in his mind.
He tugged at the collar of his shirt, it was itchy and annoying but his mother had insisted on him wearing it.
He analysed the view, trying to spot the first sign of a car making its way up the path. His mother had insisted that Oliver come to their house first and they could arrive at the funeral together.
Elio and Oliver had made no contact since that dreaded phone call years ago, where Oliver informed Elio that he was engaged. Ever since then, a small part of Elio's heart felt missing. He had remained single, he could not find the courage to come out to his friends, plus, he was not very interested in love. Not after he witnessed how easy it was for his own heart to be broken.
The dreaded noise of a motor became clearer, he stared out of the window, seeing a taxi emerge through the trees. His heart dropped, it was Oliver.
He hid slightly behind the curtain, he stared at Oliver as he removed the suitcases from the boot of the car and paid the taxi driver. His mother and Mafalda went out to greet him, taking it in turns to embrace him. He could vaguely hear Oliver's apologies about his father, he sighed, trying to block his voice out.
His mother began to turn to the house,
"Elio!" She called, "Elio!" Elio quickly dropped to the ground, suddenly scared that they would see him through the window. He glared at the bathroom door, soon he would be sharing that room with Oliver, he was dreading it. Although, this time he had insisted that he kept his own room, he did not feel comfortable with Oliver sleeping in his bed.
Trying to distract himself from everything, he snatched a book from his desk and began to read, trying to get lost in the fictional world. A few minutes later, he heard Oliver's voice coming up the stairs.
"I'll just have a shower and get changed and I'll be down in a second." His voice was just as Elio remembered it, deep and husky. Shaking his head, he ignored him and continued to read. It was extremely hard for him to ignore Oliver when he was just in the next room.
"Elio." He heard the smile in Oliver's voice although he couldn't be bothered to look up, "Elio?" Oliver repeated.
"Hi." Elio grunted, not looking up from the book. He heard Oliver enter the room,
"How have you been?" Oliver asked, clapping Elio on the back. Sighing, Elio slams his book shut, he glared up at Oliver.
"Great." He replied sarcastically. Oliver smile awkwardly,
"I suppose that was a bit of a stupid question depending on the circumstances." Oliver agreed, his smile disappeared, "Elio, we need to speak."
"What's there to speak about?" Elio asked bluntly.
"You know what." Oliver replied, placing his hand on Elio's, Elio quickly pulled away.
"I don't want to speak to you." Elio told him.
"Please." Oliver begged, staring intently into Elio's eyes.
"Not now." Elio replied adamantly, "I need to get ready." He mumbled, getting up from his bed and shoving past Oliver.
Making his way to the bathroom, Oliver turned around,
"We broke up," he said, "my girlfriend and I broke up. I meant to tell you, to call you, but I couldn't. I didn't think you'd want to." Elio just shrugged, not sure how to reply, "I just thought you should know." He shut the door behind him.
Confused and shocked, Elio slumped onto his bed, not caring if his suit became creased. Oliver was back. Oliver was back and he was single. This didn't change the way Elio thought, Oliver still broke his heart - it could not be repaired this quickly.