Little twinkle

Two weeks later, on Friday

Krisztofer did not want to talk with anybody. This breakup went hard on his emotions. Even Szymon couldn't make him happy. Although he was the only one who knew what happened.

- Hey, Chris...

- Shut up. I don't want to talk with you! - the other said with pain in his throat.

The polish boy couldn't do too much, he was very sorry about him. Soon he decided to take a little paper and write something on it. This was on the note "Hey, please meet me after the lessons at my house. - Szymon." He gave the note to Chris and left him alone. He knew it's better to give him time and space. From the corner of his eye, he could see him picking up the paper then putting it away in his hoodie's pocket. He always wondered that, why is he wearing that hoodie all the time. Of course, he will not ask it unexpectedly only at a perfect time.

Later, that evening.

It was 6 PM. Szymon was waiting for Krisztofer. He was 100 percent sure he'll come. As he thought this, someone poked his shoulder from behind.

- You thought I wouldn't come, eh? - the taller leaned at the wall, putting his hands into his pockets while keeping the eye contact with the other. His glaze was kind of peaceful but sad at the same time. Oh dear he won't be too happy for a while, that's possible. Szymon sighed softly.

- Are you feeling a bit alright? - he asked being worried a bit. He sat down in front of him, on the top of a bench back. As soon he softly patted the place next to him. - Come sit down.

The hungarian leaned towards and managed to sit down next to the pole.

- Eh could be any better, I wish. - he murmured looking at the darkening sky. Then looked at the other. - how about you?

- No don't really ask about me. I am just kind of worried about you.

- Why..? It was only a girl. I can't do anything anymore about her. She's gonna find a better guy than me, I am sure.

- Don't say that, you're also an amazing guy- - as soon he warned himself. - I mean from what I know about you.

Krisz only sighed and looked at the sky again. He had too much emotions that he couldn't express the most of them. He decided to put an arm around Simon's shoulders.

- Hey, um... Do you mind if I ask why do you wear the same black hoodie every day? You don't have to answer. - the blonde haired looked straight up into his eyes. He saw fear and pain in them. He knew he touched a uncomfortable point of his. - I'm sorry.

The other only let out a sigh and leaned his head on Szymon's shoulder.

- It's actually a long story... nobody really knows about it. Only a few of my old classmates and friends. - he slid his hands into his pocket, so they won't get cold. - Anyway what time is it?

- It's ten to seven. You want to go home?

- Yeah, sure. - he pulled away from him and got off from the bench. The shorter followed him doing the same movement.

- Want a spare fag? - Krisztofer lit one cigarette and put it between his lips. Simon shook his head saying 'Thank you'. We know that he didn't really like it but he had to deal with it. They begun to walk home.

- Ugh I don't really want to go home to my parents. I know they're a few houses apart. But I don't want to hear their evening argues. So um do you mind if I stay at you for this night..? - he looked down at him, rubbing his nape. It was visible he was in a little embarrassment. The other froze for a while but then he nodded.

- Yeah sure, it's fine! - he smiled and a red flustering ran up to his neck. At least it wasn't visible in the dark, so Chris wouldn't see it. As soon they both went back to the Pole's house. The fun part just barely comes! It was a nice flat if I can be very honest. Even Chris loved it. He noticed that the boy is a minimalist. Everything was tidied, while his room looks like a world war happened there. Not exactly but it looked one.

- Holy shit, your house looks amazing! - to this the blonde haired smiled.

- Thank you.. - there was a sudden change in his voice, something that was bothering him.

- Are you good, bud?

- Yeah, yeah it's nothing.

- Hm, alright then. - he finally took his hands out from his hoodie's pocket. Szymon just noticed that there are few bruises and wounds on his knuckles. He wanted to ask what are those but he thought it's better if he won't bother him about it. Soon he led him around the rooms and asked if the couch will be enough for him. Chris said that's fine, he won't mind. After a few minutes he turned to the pole.

- Szymon, you sometimes remind me of my brother, - he leaned back on the sofa, keeping the eye contact with him. - like personality and style. He was amazing...

- He was? What happened? Only if you want to answer.

- He lost the battle towards cancer. He was only 14 when he died. It happened 2 years ago... Eh that's why I always have his hoodie on.

- I.. I am so sorry, Christopher-

The other just sighed and smiled a little. He really loved his brother. He always thinks of him. Soon he felt a hug from the left side. It was Szymon hugging him. He put an arm around him and smiled even more.

- Thank you. - he softly whispered.

Oh my, I seriously haven't written a word since July why do I have to be the lazy bitch lmao. Also I wonder if there's any person that still reads this crap. Anyway imma go bye.

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