The Droopy Brow Guy

The man wearing a black slate tuxedo hugged Dylan.

He's in his 30's but still, his face is young at his age. His brows are quite bushy and perplexed, but then, the creases on his forehead draws as his sight turns to Yohan, who's standing beside his son, stunned.

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'What? Is that you Yohan?' he averted his gaze from the man

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'why didn't you tell me he's your roommate?' the man was clenching it's teeth, whispering to his boy.

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The other just nailed his eyes to the floor though he hears them talking clearly.

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They're arguing. Arguing why that boy is his roommate. He even suggested to call the dorm coordinator for a complain but Dylan just talk him through.

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In the end, the man just brought dinner and left the room.

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'That's Mr.Andres wasn't it?' he carefully asked

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'yes'

He first hesitated, but the look on his face says it all

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'he adopted me after I transferred'

with the look on Dylans' face, Yohan didn't asked anymore.

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Mr.Andres was their homeroom teacher back in Junior highschool. His students remember him as a strict but passionate adviser. The kids, especially the boys usually behaves well only in his class.

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He was fond of Dylan, eversince that incident came, he carefully looked at him like a guardian. But Yohan didn't expect that point to even adopt him as family.

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'I-I'm sorry' said the nervous boy, but Dylan hesitated to accept his intentions and misread it.

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He got irritated.

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'oh. I see! Are you here to give compensation on what you did back then?' his words a complete sarcasm,

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He laughed afterwards.

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It was ironic for him to see the same guy to look pitiful while having the same contemptuous face. Karma sure's doing it's duty, finally.

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It was 10 years ago. When he met the once 'hero' he looked up to. The kids at school always follows him around, the cream of the crop, he gets his popularity since he's smart, friendly, and cheerful. While on the other side, the target that every society has, being left alone and bullied, the clown of the class.

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-10 years ago-

Montessori Elementary School

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Two kids are left waiting at school grounds, the one with curly chestnut hair was sitting at the sandbox, his porcelain skin glistening from the slight drops of rain.

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'don't talk to that kid again, understand?!!' my mom tugged the seams of my shirt walking past the school gate.

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It was odd when my mom scolded me for being friendly, as she likes it when I gain more friends, but that kid was treated by her like he has some viral disease. I just haven't had thoughts about it at that time.

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'neighbors might tell we're related to that dirty woman' she was scowling like an old maid.

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And that 10-year-old kid just followed his mom's instructions.

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Everyday, that particular kid was evaded like a ghost. The children usually played at the schoolyard while waiting for them to be fetched. You can see that kid, spending most of the time, alone at the sandbox, he was isolated for the same reason.

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It was afternoon. The clouds are heavy and the airs been soggy like it's about to rain.

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Yohan have to wait until most of his classmates have gone home. He's bushy brows are meeting from being impatient. His mom was late. He sat at the empty flower boxes, chafting sand below his shoes when someone approached him.

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He has sunny brown hair and plump cheeks, almost like a tomato, but not that flabby.

A sudden breeze slightly blew his bangs away, exposing his droopy brows. It started to drizzle. Having a gray setting, his porcelain skin seems to highlight from the dismal colors.

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'are you waiting for your mom?' in contrast, his voice's well profound.

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Yohan cleared his throat, thinking he should sound more vast.

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'no! My mom doesn't really fetch me from school!' then his mom called.

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He looked at the boy with confusion and quickly grabbed his wrist which gave off an appalling expression.

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'c-can we be friends??!!'

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'shut up!' the kid pushed Dylan and ran.

And as his presence got further, the sound of thunder resonated.

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The sound of thunder wakes Dylan up. He touches his neck as cold sweat runs through. He had a bad dream.

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He slips through his slippers to get a glass from the water dispenser at the lounge. He went outside the room, tracing the railings as he walk downstairs.

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A sudden flash of light enters the windows. It's full length glass are way up to the second floor, and a small flower garden can be seen outside.

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He looked at the window.

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It's raining heavily.

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But something stopped him as he noticed someone sitting at the edge of the fountain.

Without him knowing, he started to run outside to bring an umbrella.

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'you stupid! Do you think you're a freaking taro?' he pulled his hand but the guy didn't nudge.

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Their eyes met.

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Yohan's cheeks are bright red as raindrops silently runs from his bangs into his face. He looked at the boy initimately. It's as if he's seeing something on his eyes.

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The transient lonliness and his lips opened.

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'Don't! I'll do anything, just--- just don't leave me'

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And it struck.

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The empathic cloud burst like a bubble. He feels like he's looking at his old self. The kid who's thristy for warmth, for familial ties, for attention.

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He felt a sting on his chest.

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It's sad and lonely. Living like everyone hates you, no one wants to listen to your pathetic worries.

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It must be killing him, he thought to himself.

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He lift up his chin with his other hand while the other's holding the umbrella, the small space makes it easier to reach him. Dylan slightly bend his knees to eye level. He deeply looked at him. His tears flowing like an endless dam.

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Bit by bit, and he closes their gap. Softly landing his lips to his. It has a brackish taste as he traces his tears, giving it gentle kisses, sucking the soft skin.

He felt him flinch as he gasped from the touch of his tounge. He began nibbling his earlobes, thinking how he reacts on his teasing.

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'stop! No! This isn't what I mean--' Yohan press his hands on His chest, but he can't look on his eyes. The other was utterly surprised by how red the boy is looking.

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'but this thing here says otherwise'

Yohan looked in between his legs, embarrassed...