Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 19--Just Tell Me Why

Laten and Tankie got back just before 2 a.m on Monday morning. Laten's hair was still a little bit damp from the pool. He climbed through the window into his room, with Tankie following. "Um...t-thanks. For everything." The walk back to the house was silent. Each one in thoughts. Laten's was on the one kiss that they shared. Those were the first words he had spoken since that kiss.

Tankie  didn't seem out of the ordinary to Laten. But on the inside, Tankie was different. Still he smiled. Anything for a friend right? Tankie smiled. "Anything for a friend right?" Tankie smacked himself. Friend? Friend? Even  after he kissed him, Laten was still his friend? "So, when you want to cut again you can use it on the water. It really helps."

Laten nodded, and got into his bed. "It also helps with the energy. I actually feel tired."

They both laughed. "Swimming with make you more tired. I also hope it helps with the insomnia that you have."

Laten smiled. Tankie was really trying to help. Not only that but his help actually worked! Laten was beyond happy. Maybe he wasn't so bad as he thought himself to be...or Tankie for the matter.

"Well, I'm going to go home. Maybe tomorrow night?"

Laten blushed, remembering that kiss. "N-never mind, I'll see you tomorrow." Tankie climbed out the window and shut it, and walked off.

Laten laid back on the bed, and sighed. Did that really just happen? Did Tankie, my best friend...just kiss me? This will be a very interesting conversation tomorrow. Laten rolled to his side. Hopefully he'll get to sleep. But as he was trying to get to sleep, he had a question that filled his mind to no end, to the point that sleep, like always...seemed impossible.

Why would Tankie just kiss him like that? After the way that he treated him. And since when the hell was Tankie  gay anyway. since when the hell did that happen?

Laten only got  4 hours of sleep, but it was a good sleep.

When he woke up around 6, he was determined to go back to sleep. Easter was a holiday. Laten wasn't a great big fan on holidays. It always reminded him of his mother. 

Then there was a knock on the door and the door opened. "Hey Laten. Good morning." Chuck greeted his son, 

Laten groaned. "Morning."

"Ready to get up?"

Laten shook his head,

"Too bad. Get up. Breakfast."

Since when the hell did hid father make breakfast?

Oh right. When he found out. Laten really didn't want to get up. Why can't everything just be normal? Why does things have to be different all of a sudden? Laten sighed,a s he dragged out of bed, and changed into his day clothes. He left his other clothes on top of his bed,

Laten went down to the kitchen. He took a breath, and he smelled pancakes. Instantly he was in the past.

His mother was fixing pancakes. She always did that every holiday. It was their tradition. Everything seemed to be an ordinary  day---

"Laten! You alright son?"

Laten snapped out of the past and back into real life. He sighed, and sat at the table. "Mom used to make pancakes...."

Chuck sighed. That she did. One of the things that died when she died. "I figured that I should at least keep her spirit alive and well. Try to get some happiness back into this house.

Laten looked at his plate that had a smile face on it. Laten felt tears come up in his eyes. "S-she's gone......she's not coming back.."

Chuck felt his heart break again. He sighed. turned the stove off and sat beside Laten. He grabbed his son's hand. "Look, the people who love us...they don't leave us."