Bagatelle

14.

“Eddy”, Brett calls him.
He was sitting by the window, reading some manga Brett have borrow him. They just finished practicing and Eddy's violin is resting on the case in the floor. Brett was sitting on the piano bench, playing random notes on the piano.
“What, love?”, he answers softly. Still reading the panels on the paper.
“What if I don't get accepted?”, he asks turning to see Eddy in the eyes. Eddy's figure is lightened by the sunshine going through the white curtains.
He gets up and sits next to Brett.
“You can try again”, he answers softly, kissing Brett on the head. His hair has grown so much, is getting harder and harder to control. But Eddy adores playing with it.
“What if I never get accepted?”, he asks again. His eyes closed, enjoying the touch of Eddy's lips.
Eddy rolls his head from his chest to Brett's lap. He looks like a cat snuggling on his owner.
“Then you can try another school”, he answers again, his face stroking Brett's belly softly.
Brett giggles, and caresses Eddy's hair softly. Eddy tangles his arms around his waist.
“What if no school wants me?”, Brett whispers.
Eddy gets quiet for an instant. He takes a big breath on Brett's white cotton sweater.
“I want you”, Eddy answers softly, and Brett feels his cheeks getting warmer. He smiles.
“If no school wants you, I can take you home for ever”, he laughs softly. “Like a pet”, he adds with a grin. His nose sinking deeper on Brett's softness.
Brett laughs at the tickles Eddy is bringing to his belly. “Oh, really?”, he answers laughing out loud, as Eddy keeps brushing his head against him. “For some reason you look more like a pet than me right now...”, he whispers as he slides his fingers inside Eddy's shirt to caress the tanned skin on his waist lightly.
Eddy feels a shiver running his body, and he jumps from the bench to look at Brett, who has a smile Eddy recognises perfectly. His cheeks are burning red.
Eddy laughs nervously, trying to fix his hair.
“Wanna stay at my place?”, Brett asks as he gets up from the bench and takes his bag from the floor.
“Your...house? Yeah...why not?”, he mumbles placing his hands on his waist, pretending to be calm.
Brett steps in front of Eddy to kiss him on the lips quickly. “Let's go”, he adds softly.

***
On the bus, they sit together. Holding hands under the violin case. Brett always sits on the side of the window, so he can blank out from time to time. Daydreaming about music and Eddy.
Eddy, as usual, is talking all the way, while he observes carefully the people going in and out of the bus. He likes people, and most of all, he loves watching the small kids.
From time to time, they look at each other, and exchange a gentle squiz on the fingers, followed with a smile.
By the time they arrive, the sky is almost completely dark.

***
“I found...it”, Brett says as he show Eddy the music sheet on his hands.
Eddy gets insanely red.
“Where did you found it? Oh my god. I wanted to, , it’s for you, but in other way, you know? Like I was supposed to give you, like this or say. And I was scared, I mean, I don't want to force or anything...”, he is talking so fast, Brett just watches his mouth with out understanding anything but some words.
For you, and  give you.
He stops talking to take a breath. His face is still burning. Brett takes him from the shoulder, and caresses his arms. Eddy starts to breath normally, as he looks in to Brett's eyes.
“Is this for me?”, he says softly. “You write this for us?”, he ads with a smile.
Eddy nods.
“Oh”, Brett exclaims letting go Eddy's shoulders, too cover his mouth. “Thank you”, he whispers. So low, Eddy barely hears him.
Eddy nods again.
Brett takes him from the shoulder again, and brings him closer for a hug. His face resting on his chest.
“I would love playing with you”, he whispers again. Eddy stops shaking, and tangles his arms around Brett's waist. His head resting on his shoulder.
“I would love that too”, he answers

***
“I love that part, we should make it a big longer, so you can enjoy a bit more”, Eddy suggests.
Brett laughs. You know I can't say no. “As you wish”, he answers with a wide smile. “I do love playing this part way too much. Let's try it again”, he says as his hands take positions.
They exchanges look, and take a breath to begin playing again.