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“Should we help him?” A soft, uncertain voice, on the sidewalk, two young boys stand side by side, sharing an umbrella as the rain pours from the sky. They both are wearing the same dark uniform and so is the other teenager they’re looking at. Across the street, a young teenager sits in front of a large metal gate, beyond the gate is a short road leading to a beautiful house.
Shaking his head, the boy holding the umbrella breathes a quiet sigh. “It’s not the first time, it’s not the last, they’re always fighting, I don’t know why they’re together, or why they get back together after these fights. Leave him, there’s nothing we can do.”
“But he’ll catch his death!” a sharp retort and a whine from the barely smaller boy, pressing himself closer to his brother, his friend, perhaps lover, it’s difficult to tell though they do look nearly identical, it’s too dark at this point to see clearly. “We can’t just leave him out there, it’s pouring!” As if to prove his point, he shivers and huddles a little closer still.
Rolling his eyes, the perhaps older boy, he did seem to act more maturely, so to speak, when others were concerned, grabs the wrist of his companion to pull him away. “There’s nothing we can do for him, Yang. Nothing! if we stay out here, we’re the ones who’ll catch our deaths! It’s freezing cold, his lover’ll let him back inside eventually, then nurse him back to health and all of that lovey dovey crap. He’ll miss about a week of school, we’ll have to tutor him to get him back on crap and they’ll do it again in a month.”
Whining again, Yang, or so it seems his name was, tried to pull his wrist away, wanting to help their classmate though he knew his brother was right. “If we’ll catch our deaths with this umbrella, won’t he too since he doesn’t have one? We don’t know how long he’s been sitting there, Yin. He looks soaked to the bone.” pouting, Yang curls his fingers about the umbrella slightly to keep his sibling from going anywhere yet.
“Enough, Yang. Look, the lights just got turned on, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be inside soon.” Muttered dryly, Yin pulls his brother away, merely wanting to get back inside as soon as he could. It was cold out, and though yes, he was worried about their classmate getting sick again, he couldn’t allow his brother to grow ill, they had a big project to work on.
Back in front of that gate, the young boy hugs himself a little more a the rain continues pouring down. It was cold, he felt numb and he had lost count of how long he’d been out there. They had fought at lunch time, he couldn’t even remember what it had been about.
He lifted his eyes lightly when the lights from the house light up and a bit of hope blossomed in him but he knew that it was pointless to hope now. The fight had really been bad, or so he could somewhat, vaguely remember. Bad enough that he’d run off, angry at something that now seemed to be nothing at all. Still, the gates were locked, his lover wouldn’t answer him and the boy wondered as to his inability to get along with his lover.
Were their relationship based solely on the sex? Part of him really did love the slightly older man but he was just a school boy, the man was handsome, had money, he could have anyone he wanted. So why him? Though perhaps now it was all over, he didn’t know. The lights were on but the gates weren’t opening and the older man wasn’t coming out.
Had he screwed up so badly that the doors had been closed forever between them?
