I smiled awkwardly as I was invited into the house next door by the person I least wanted to see. I was confused, and, all in all, scared of my own emotion.
"Decans, sweetie, who is it?" I heard a female voice from the other room call, and I predicted it was the boys' mother.
"Um....one of the boys from next door.......he brought something for us....." he spoke softly and quietly, almost inaudible. For a split second, I thought I felt my heart leap. Probably nothing, I thought. 'Decans' beckoned me towards him and lead me to the other room, which was filled with cardboard boxes and loose books littering the small room where the beautiful woman I had seen out of the window was sat in a reclining baby blue chair in a white jumpsuit which was covered in paint. A wet paint roller sat beside her on the floor, covered in the same baby blue paint.
"Oh!" she said, standing up and brushing herself down, even though that wouldn't help to get the dried paint off as it stuck to her everywhere. I put my cheesy fake smile on again and said,
"Hi! I'm Fresh, from next door. To welcome you to our community, my ma made this cake for you!!" I exclaimed, in the happiest, fakest voice I could muster.
"Oh!!" She said again. I rolled my eyes behind my glasses, almost letting out a sigh. Obviously, she was the kind of woman who would overreact at everything. "You're so kind, dear. I will come over and tell your mother thank you. Oh! And this is my son, Decans. He's 15. Say hello, Decans."
"Hi...." the boy shyly looked away, a yellow blush dusting his cheeks. "Fresh is a cool name...."
"Thanks!!" I.....didn't fake.
"Hehe....." he giggled. "Want me to show you around?" he asked, getting more and more confident.
"Sure, broski!" He laughed at my 90's accent and took me by the hand, leading me upstairs. My heart skipped another beat as he smiled back at me, eyes closed, head tilted to the side.
"Woah....." my mouth gaped open as he opened the door to his bedroom. It was so.....dull. It was painted grey and was scarce of.....well, anything. Except a small bed that laid in the center of the room and a white chest of drawers on the left side of the room. 'Inky brah wouldn't like this at all.' I thought.
"Do you....like it? I know it's a little......dull."
"Nah, broski, the real question is, do you like it?" I asked, reading his facial expressions like a book.
"Well.....no, not really. But I don't want to cause my mother trouble. We're low on money right now, and coloured paint costs more than grey paint so......"
"That's ok, brah! You're a good kid!!" I laughed, and just mustered up the courage to pat him on the head. He blushed bright yellow and pulled away instantly, pulling his hood over his head.
"So...ya like colours?" He nodded. "What's your favourite?" "Purple." "Nice. Hey, I know! I have a purple cap, if you want it?" He pulled down his hood and came right up close to me. He was quite a bit shorter, so he looked up at me, stars in his eyes.
"You.....you would do that?" Decans asked, almost as if he couldn't believe me.
"A ' course, broski!"
His eyes sparkled yellow, and made my heart flutter. I might not have emotions, but I know when someone needs love. And even though I might not be the best person to give him it, well...
I want to.
The feeling of my heart somersaulting every time he smiles. I want that feeling to last forever.
"Hey, can I call you Deccy?"
"Oh, sure....."
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You're Looking Fresh!!
Fanfiction(Momma cq au) Fresh is confused and alone. His big brother Geno moved out with his boyfriend, Reaper, and Error spends all of his time with Ink. Fresh is all alone, left to suffer in silence with his newfound emotion. But when a new family move in...
