The Handsome Helper

Chapter 27 part 2

"Someone make me toast" Caesar shouted at 3am. Of course no one moved, Ana, Sarah and I didn't even look at him. Instead we sat shoulder to shoulder looking at the clock.

Sarah had just come down from waking Donny's dad up. He'd told her to give him exactly ten minutes. He spent two of those minutes pacing the floor directly above us and another 5 minutes arguing with someone on a phone. What he was doing right then is something I couldn't work out. It was quiet up there almost like he'd just had enough and gone back to sleep.

"Toaaaast" caesar said while he smoothed down his hair and got up. I decided to help Donny's younger sibling since the boy looked like he'd never spread butter on bread before.

The lights in the kitchen flicked on as we entered, I gawked at the thrill and then remembered what was happening.

Caesar had made himself comfortable atop of the counter he was leaning on earlier while I washed up. I spun around looking for a bread bin or just a loaf, I spotted the toaster but no bread

"Bread?" I finally asked after giving up my bread hunt

"Oh, check the toaster, Maa pre-toasts slices for me" how convenient for little Caesar. Did his mum do most things for him? I walked to the toast and found the toast already popped up. I turned to get a plate and bumped into caesar who placed a tray onto the unit for me to load "breakfast in bed" he asked

"No" I said as I spread a nub of butter into the golden slices "you're acting like everything's normal, it's freaking me out"

"Aw it's not that bad kitten, relax" caesar began to massage my shoulders and for a second I did let myself relax but then I shrugged him off and pushed his plate down the counter so he could eat away from me

"There, I'm going to the living room"

"er, eat with me?" He asked coyly, I was in shock, caesar could be shy? Caesar could be something other than cocky? He sat at the head of the table and bit into a piece of toast as he kicked out the chair to his right. I took the black SnapBack off his head and fell into the chair on his left
"Of course" he grinned.

"Soooo.. What's with the get-up?" Caesar smiled when i gestured to his clothes

"My clothes?" He grinned. It was like my question was a joke, but I was being serious

"Yeah. Why so much black?"

"I'm in mourning" caesar said with a short laugh. The amusement that danced in his eyes died quickly and he took another bite of toast "dry this yanno" Caesar go up and slide his toast off his plate and into the bin. He then put his plate in the steal sink and returned to his seat. I sat and watched as he sat and watched me, I could see his jaw moving slightly as he bit down on his bottom teeth. It was a very attractive habit, one I knew too well: he was waiting.

"Who are you mourning?" I asked, finally. To my dismay the exact second Caesar was about to answer was the second Sarah entered the kitchen

"You're wanted in the study, Eliza" Sarah said, her hand squeezed my shoulder but even at this cue to get up I couldn't stop looking at caesar.

Caesar, the boy who was one half of a set of twins but looked nothing like his identical counterpart, in my opinion he looked more like his big brother every second I stared. Caesar looked sad and tired as I left the table, maybe it was because I was leaving with his hat or maybe it was because I just got his brother killed.

Sitting in Donny's dad's study waiting for Donny's dad really didn't seem very nerve wrecking at all. His study was homey; the dark wood walls matched the furniture and the windows were long and half-hidden by plum drapes. His study lived up to every movie-library expectation; there was even a newton's cradle sat next to a feather in an ink pot. My eyes wandered to the wall that was home to volumes upon volumes of books, I even found a bible or five in the mass of literature.

I had taken Caesar's cap off and left it outside. I wanted to look proper (as proper as I could look) for Donny's international-business-man of a father.

It was just me sat in this great room. I should've felt scared or nervous or something. I didn't, I couldn't feel anything, not since I left the dinner table.

I was deep in thought when the door to the study opened, I barely heard it. Thoughts filled my head, thoughts like: Do I stand up and shake his hand? Do I sit and cry? Do I stand and cry? How do I do this? A figure appeared on the other side of the big wooden desk and I knew it was too late for apologies or crying.

Donny leaned across the desk and whispered to me "we need to go"

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