damn…,” Joseph said and sighed, just before his attention was caught by something else.
I didn’t know what it was that seemed to catch his attention until I turned my head, and saw Fredrick standing just behind me.
“Hey, Fredrick!” Joseph shouted, excitedly. “Sit! Sit! Help us eat all of this!”
And with a bright smile, he obliged.
“Dad,” Derek said. “I think we’re going to walk the courtyard for a moment.”
Joseph nodded, but I wanted nothing more than to protest.
I was hungry!
And he should have been eating too!
But I knew he wouldn’t let me starve. I knew that I would have opportunity to eat later. Besides, the grounds were so beautiful and the evening air so lovely that I really didn’t want such an experience to go to waste.
So, of course, I said nothing.
There was a light breeze that seemed to drift through the perfectly aligned trees surveying the well-maintained, brilliantly green lawn. I could hear the leaves rustle, and a small chill rose the flesh of my arms. It tickled and almost felt a bit welcoming.
The small brush of wind seemed to flip my hair, and I looked up into the sky, relishing in the evening.
The moon was beginning to shine out although the sun hadn’t completely gone down.
“So your dad was excited to see Fredrick,” I said, breaking the silence. I didn’t really want to talk about whatever it was that happened between his parents just a moment before. And I certainly didn’t want to bring up his illness once again. The fact that he felt like shit each and every day was enough reminder.
He could tell his family in his own time.
“Oh, yeah. Everyone loves Fredrick.” He smiled, grabbing my hand firmly.
“I really love Fredrick,” I said, grinning ear to ear. “He seems so in tune to your family dynamics.”
“Well, he is,” he said, grabbing my hand gently, as we strolled through the courtyard. “He’s been in my family for a really long time. He is my family.”
“So, he was your grandfather’s best friend?” I asked, wondering what that meant exactly.
“He was,” he said, almost seriously before halting his movements. “He took over the role of my grandfather when he passed; I was only a boy.”
“And the two of you have been thick as thieves ever since?” I laughed, giving him the opportunity to drop the subject of his grandfather’s death.
“He’s my Alfred,” he said plainly, shoveling the fruit into his mouth. It was the first time that I had seen him eat in days.
“Your Alfred?” I asked, confused.
“The Alfred to my Batman.” He smiled up at me, popping another grape into his mouth.
I scoffed. “Batman is a little overkill, don't ya think?”
“What do you mean?!” he shouted, feigning offense.
“I mean, you’re definitely no Bruce Wayne,” I laughed.
“I’m totally Bruce Wayne!” he defended. “I’m attractive, young, mysterious, rich, brilliant….” He was counting on his fingers, as he continued listing qualities.
I rolled my eyes. “Not to toot your own horn or anything, right?”
“Definitely not.” He smirked. “So you met mine; when do I get to meet yours?” he asked, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
“Oh, so this is a 'I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ type of deal?” I asked, amused, my eyebrow raising in a questioning fashion.
“Definitely! I’ll always play that game with you if you’re willing,” he said with a smirk, just before wiggling his brows suggestively. “See, you're not the only one who can do things with their eyebrows.”
I laughed.
“Okay, well, can we go back and eat now?” I said, wiggling my brows suggestively, mocking him.
Chapter 11
It seemed like Derek was healthy more than he was sick, which was really strange from everything that I read in regards to cancer patients.
There were times that I really couldn’t believe he was sick, actually.
He ran, jumped, worked consistently, had sex, and basically acted completely normal.
But
I didn’t know what it was that seemed to catch his attention until I turned my head, and saw Fredrick standing just behind me.
“Hey, Fredrick!” Joseph shouted, excitedly. “Sit! Sit! Help us eat all of this!”
And with a bright smile, he obliged.
“Dad,” Derek said. “I think we’re going to walk the courtyard for a moment.”
Joseph nodded, but I wanted nothing more than to protest.
I was hungry!
And he should have been eating too!
But I knew he wouldn’t let me starve. I knew that I would have opportunity to eat later. Besides, the grounds were so beautiful and the evening air so lovely that I really didn’t want such an experience to go to waste.
So, of course, I said nothing.
There was a light breeze that seemed to drift through the perfectly aligned trees surveying the well-maintained, brilliantly green lawn. I could hear the leaves rustle, and a small chill rose the flesh of my arms. It tickled and almost felt a bit welcoming.
The small brush of wind seemed to flip my hair, and I looked up into the sky, relishing in the evening.
The moon was beginning to shine out although the sun hadn’t completely gone down.
“So your dad was excited to see Fredrick,” I said, breaking the silence. I didn’t really want to talk about whatever it was that happened between his parents just a moment before. And I certainly didn’t want to bring up his illness once again. The fact that he felt like shit each and every day was enough reminder.
He could tell his family in his own time.
“Oh, yeah. Everyone loves Fredrick.” He smiled, grabbing my hand firmly.
“I really love Fredrick,” I said, grinning ear to ear. “He seems so in tune to your family dynamics.”
“Well, he is,” he said, grabbing my hand gently, as we strolled through the courtyard. “He’s been in my family for a really long time. He is my family.”
“So, he was your grandfather’s best friend?” I asked, wondering what that meant exactly.
“He was,” he said, almost seriously before halting his movements. “He took over the role of my grandfather when he passed; I was only a boy.”
“And the two of you have been thick as thieves ever since?” I laughed, giving him the opportunity to drop the subject of his grandfather’s death.
“He’s my Alfred,” he said plainly, shoveling the fruit into his mouth. It was the first time that I had seen him eat in days.
“Your Alfred?” I asked, confused.
“The Alfred to my Batman.” He smiled up at me, popping another grape into his mouth.
I scoffed. “Batman is a little overkill, don't ya think?”
“What do you mean?!” he shouted, feigning offense.
“I mean, you’re definitely no Bruce Wayne,” I laughed.
“I’m totally Bruce Wayne!” he defended. “I’m attractive, young, mysterious, rich, brilliant….” He was counting on his fingers, as he continued listing qualities.
I rolled my eyes. “Not to toot your own horn or anything, right?”
“Definitely not.” He smirked. “So you met mine; when do I get to meet yours?” he asked, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
“Oh, so this is a 'I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ type of deal?” I asked, amused, my eyebrow raising in a questioning fashion.
“Definitely! I’ll always play that game with you if you’re willing,” he said with a smirk, just before wiggling his brows suggestively. “See, you're not the only one who can do things with their eyebrows.”
I laughed.
“Okay, well, can we go back and eat now?” I said, wiggling my brows suggestively, mocking him.
Chapter 11
It seemed like Derek was healthy more than he was sick, which was really strange from everything that I read in regards to cancer patients.
There were times that I really couldn’t believe he was sick, actually.
He ran, jumped, worked consistently, had sex, and basically acted completely normal.
But
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