Ripe Apples

Mo once again pulled the sheets up expecting to get the message across. Stollas sat next to him in a chair facing him, not making a noise even to breathe. Mo peeked to see if he had left but he was there, watching. Not a thought behind his eyes and a posture that seemed to get comfortable.

"Are you going to stay?" Mo said with a faked drowsy voice.

"You are lucky Daenneri is your mother." Stollas said without focusing his eyes on anything. He stood up from the chair and walked a couple of steps towards the entrance door. 

"You sound like Cirrus, or maybe you do it on purpose. A wannabe?"

"Stollas turned slowly not understanding what he meant but noticing a passive aggressive tone."

"Cirrus is not someone I aspire to be, I'm just glad he considers me a friend." It's impossible to not pick on things about him and wear them around others, he is the only person I can pick on mannerisms from. He is the only genuine person I have in my life. He allows me to pretend my life has as much worth as his, you don't. I think you are wonderful, but you are not nice to me. I guess you have no reason to bother with my feelings. But if you wondered, I do have feelings, and you have hurt them before." He stepped out the room.

Mo watched him leave the room not being able to call his name. He was ashamed, he regretted having said that. He was aware he disliked him but was not sure of the reason. He seemed to act more like a dog than a person, it was unsettling watching him laugh at things he didn't understand. It was annoying to watch the others explain a joke to him. He knew all the things he didn't like about him but also knew none of those things were a good reason to hate him. To avoid having to spend time on him.

 The boy that had recently started to live in the room next to him stood by the door without looking inside.

"Do you need anything?" Mo asked annoyed.

The boy turned to him. "Is he your friend?"

"Why do you care?"

"You do know he is not real right?"

Mo had the urge to say something but was self-conscious to say something he had just been lectured about. "Shut the door." He said looking at the sheet of paper he was drawing on before.

"If you are careless, he will swallow you whole." He said was he pulled the door shut.

"Actually, come in for a second". The redhead entered the room with firm steps.

Mo looked into his eyes gathering his thoughts, thinking of the words that would end completely the conversation without opening a door he didn't want to address yet.

"I think I haven't spoken to you about the important things. Once you start to attend the school I go to, you'll become the only person other than me that has the Willerich last name. That means that whatever you do affects me and whatever happens to you is my problem. I will be approachable as much as I can but you either make your name worth calling for or you die alone. That guy could kill you if he wanted to, so you either behave or become stronger than him. But I will not stand for the slander. So, learn your place, mind your mouth."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so proud of hanging around scum like him."

"You don't get it and It's frustrating me, you are not going to earn a prize for being afraid of his race, if you want to fight him, go ahead. But you are not entitled to talk shit about my friend if you can't take him in a fight." Mo said with a straight face leaning into his.

Daelan broke eye contact for a second and then returned his eyes where they were. "How can you trust him with your life when his whole existence flows around leeching off of yours."

"What do you think you know that I don't." He said not shaking his face once.

"I suppose it's not my place to say" He turned away and stared at the blankets. "It was not my intention to question your strength."

Mo sighed and once again covered his head with the blankets. "You may go"

The hours passed and he noticed the night sky. The window curtains fluttered, and Cirrus entered the room among Damien, Harriet, Faolan and Morgan. Stolas had not come; it was strange how much he expected him to be there.

Cirrus smiled naughtily shrinking his nose. "You smell like sweat."

Faolan's hair was covered in fireflies that were released once he sat on the floor. "If you want, I will help you shower.

"Oh, maybe later, I don't want to get naked in front of all of you." responded Mo.

"Why not, I have seen all of this guy's dick, I'm only missing yours." Damien said with a chuckle.

"Because of the school showers, don't think of anything weird." Said Harriet, clearing his throat.

"Stolas licked my ankle earlier, so I had my fair share of weirdness for today"

"He did that?" Cirrus said with a surprised expression. "Don't take it the wrong way he only meant to help.

"I know, he told me." Mo said embarrassed. "Why didn't he come?"

Cirrus seemed confused by the question. Mo was worried Stolas had told him anything.

"Did you want him to come?" Cirrus asked with a serious face.

"Oh well, I don't know, I thought it was nice he brought the flower for me."

Damien laughed. "See, he's nor mad at you, come in"

"I swear you look like a dog when you yell at it." Harriet said peeking out the window to the balcony. He was there, sitting on the floor with a firefly roaming around him.

He entered the room avoiding eye contact. 

"I'm sorry, for being like that to you." Said Mo looking for his eyes.

The guys stayed silent. Stollas did not look up but nodded. The hours passed and they all left eventually. Mo was glad he had so many friends and hoped Stolas knew that he was genuinely apologizing. 

When the sun arrived, his ankle had healed completely. he walked down to the kitchen to find a humming Daenneri. She seemed in a good mood.