Hugo

I came home that night, a bunch of thoughts running through my head. But when I walked in, the lights were on and my mother was washing dishes. My dad had his arms crossed looking pissed at me. "Where… the hell… have you been," he angrily said. "At.. at sign up," I said shakily, I was shaking like I was having a seizure. "Sign up!" He shouted, his eyes turning blue. "Yeah! And if we win! We get to go to Mob Con! Meet the Mob Squad, and The Original 5! Well there four of them but you get wha-" I got cut off by my dad yelling at me. "I don't care about those warriors!" He shouted, slapping me across my face. But then something clicked, I felt a rage of energy come over me. "THEY SAVED MINECRAFT FROM THE ENDER DRAGON AND THE WITHER!" I screamed. "I don't care about the mobs. I care about your safety! You don't need to be all out in the woods at night! Mobs come out and they kill when they can!" My father responded in an aggressive way. I placed my hands on my sides, gripping them in a fist. "YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOUR MONEY! YOUR PAST ARMY LIFE! NOT ME! NOT MOM!" I screamed, tears running down my face. "YOU NEVER LIKED THE REASON OF ME BEING BI!" I screamed, a rage of energy being shot from my body. But my father shot one right back, floating in the air. "MAYBE THAT DUMB BOY CRISTAN DOESN'T LOVE YOU! KNOW ONE IN THE WORLD LOVES YOU!" He shot back, even more rage and hatred filled my body. I was floating in the air, a waterish energy ball floating around me. Stronger than my fathers. I could see fear in his eyes. "I HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME! AND DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY FRIENDS LIKE THAT!" I screamed back, my mother floating up in between me and my dad. "That's enough!" My mother yelled, but me and my father shot her down. "STAY OUT OF THIS!" We said in unison. "IF YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH-" I got cut off. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU FRIENDS. KNOW WHAT LEAVE! NEVER COME BACK!" My father screamed at me, before realizing what he said. He was about to say something before I ran out. Tears running down my face, my blonde gray hair messy and all frizzy.

I ran to Critan's house, because I knew he wouldn't ask any question. He had a wooden house, with orange wool, two stories and had an attic. I knocked on the door, hoping he was awake. I heard walk down the stairs slowly and open the door. Cristan, who was in some gray shorts and a white long sleeve shirt. He was surprised to see me arrive at his door, "Hugo?" He queried. "My dad kicked me out." I spoke quietly, he made a sad calm face before letting me in.

I walked in, the lights were off and I could barely see a thing. Cris closed the door and went into his chicken. "So.." Cris started. "So.. yeah.. Got kicked out. Got nowhere to stay." I said, my arms crossed the counter. "You could stay with me." Cristan suggested. "You.. you don't mind." I said, my face glowing. "Not at all.. It gets pretty lonely around here. And I have a couch in my room if you prefer the living room." Cristan pointed out. "No. Your room's fine." I blushed. "Okay, follow me." Cristan said, leading me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I saw pictures of the gang on the wall. Me, Ava, Cristan, Ellie, and Petra. I guess it wasn't surprising.

I walked in his room to see a pride flag on his wall, gay colors next to his, and rainbow mask. "I know, you weren't expecting your friend to be gay," Cristan began. "But..that's me.. And no one can change that." He smiled, looking at me. "Just how your dad can't control your bi." I smiled, he was charming and nice. He pulled out some sheets for me, he placed them on the gray comfy, and fluffy couch.

He walked over to his bed, pulled the covers up and went to bed. I took my hoodie off and pants only my tiger shirt and boxers and pulled the three sheets he gave me up. I gazed at his room ceiling, wanting to tell him everything.

But what would he say?

Will he think I just wanted to stay with him?

Will he not believe me?

Will he kick me out?

Another part of me blurted my problems out. "Something weird happened while me and my dad fought!" I blurted out, Crist jolting out of bed. "What? Does it have to do with your red hand mark across your cheek?" He spoke quickly, eager to know. "I felt… I felt as if the liquid in the air helped me. Like when the rage that filled my body was filled with water." I said, looking at my hands. "And I couldn't explain why I was madder than usual. I was just.." I closed my eyes and bared my hands in my face. Tears drops running through the gaps through my fingers, Cristan climbed out of bed and got underneath the blankets and cuddled next to me. "Shh '' He shushed me, but the sobs wouldn't stop. My dad hates me, he hates all of my friends. Why couldn't he just love them, why couldn't he just love me?

My tears stopped as I began to drift to sleep, but the most weirdest dream. I was surrounded by water, I could breathe just fine. But the water began to make a tornado around me, forcing me to the bottom. But I was moving my arms around, trying to swim up. But the waterspout was swirling me around and around, and I hit my head on a rock which jolted me up.

I felt someone's arms around me and remembered that Cristan comforted me last night. He shifted a little, making a groan. "No…sleep…" he whined. I chuckled at how childish he was when tired.

I got away from his drip and headed downstairs to fix some boba. Luckily he had some boba tea packets, two strawberries, two green tea, and one regular. I picked strawberries and grabbed some pot. Filled it with some water and set it on the stove, setting the eye to five.

I heard Cristan walking downstairs, he walked into the kitchen with me holding a cup of boba. "I hope you don't mind me using one of your boba packs," I smile looking down. He smiled before shaking his head no, "No. I don't mind." Brushing his black hair with his hand.

He got dressed and landed me some clothes, which were a bit big sense he was taller and bigger than me. He gave a pull over with the front half being black and the bottom half being light blue. He washed my ripped gray jeans, and I wore my white adidas. We walked by my house, my father and mother gone to work and Poppy shivering, socked to the bone. "Poppy!" I exclaimed, running to my wolf. She looked up, whining and wagging her tail at the same time. "Let's get dried up," Cristian said, leaning down on one knee beside me and petting Poppy.

We quickly walked to the tree house, holding Poppy in my hands. It was tiring since she was so big, I climbed the tree house ladder with one hand. Managing my balance as possibly as I could, we walked over to the new bathroom we built three days ago and washed Poppy.

Cristan and I got a little wet due to Poppy shaking, making her ears flop. Poppy shaked and some of the soap got in Cristan's eye. I laughed as he laughed along with me. Poppy shook again only this time a lot of the soap got in both my eyes which worried Cristan.

"Are you okay?" He said, alarmed.

I nodded. We finished drying Poppy with a blow dryer and laid on the couch after. Cristan sat on the armchair. On his phone scrolling through Minetok, he looked up as I began to shiver. Cristan walked over and laid his stomach against my back, his warmth was wonderful. He wrapped one of the big blankets and snuggled closer to me, resting his face in my hair.

After a while he wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me closer to him. He laid his cheek against my neck, I could feel him smiling.

"Must be having a good dream," I whispered to myself. Then I heard him say something in his sleep, "No Chloe. I don't like you," he whined. "I'm in love with Hugo Garcia." He complained, but in a whinny way.

My heart stopped, everything around me stopped. Cristan's soft breathing, and Poppy's calm tail adjusting its place once in a while. Cristan pulled me over one his stomach, my cheek against his chest. His heart beat beeping, for some reason I liked it. And his heart beat made me slowly drift to sleep. As my mind was clear and calm.

What was this?

Why did my body feel so liquidy?

But all went away when I found myself in the same dream. But someone else was there, a light blue figure. "Who are you?" I asked, the figure lifted up his hand and I did, and said….