The door of an aircraft opened and a young teenager stepped out.
He sighed and stretched his arms out. "S'good to be back home."
"Hm," said a voice next to him, "nice to be back in Italy; I haven't been here for a while, have I, Enrique?"
"Well, you'll be staying here with me for a while." Enrique replied with a soft smile that would have caused any girl to faint at the sight. His blue eyes twinkled in the Italian sunshine, smiling along with his lips. "Come on, Oli."
Oliver smiled back and followed the teen down the steps and onto the grass lawn of the Giancarlo estate. As they walked along the freshly cut grass, Enrique slipped his hand into Oliver's, lacing their fingers together, but his kept his gaze up ahead. Oliver smiled faintly and gave the Italian's hand a squeeze.
"Go up to my room, Oli," Enrique said, as they entered the large terracotta villa, "I need to speak with my dad." Oliver gave him a quizzical look. "To explain what's happening. Don't worry; he's a cool guy. He'll help us."
Oliver gave a small nod and turned, walking out of the archway and up the outside stairs that were situated in the Romanesque courtyard. Enrique sighed and made his way to his father's study…
Oliver sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.
Thoughts and memories swirled through his troubled mind like rubble caught in a tornado…
Flashback"Same, except I didn't break up with anyone." Oliver joked; Enrique rolled his eyes. "But father gave me another talk on the restaurant."
"Oh. You know, you're welcome to run away and come stay with me if you want."
End FlashbackIndeed, Oliver had runaway with Enrique in the end. It seemed like one of those teenager romance flicks where there were two lovers and the chick's father didn't want them to see each other… Romeo and Juliet, if you want a simple example…
Except, no one had died in the process…
Yes, many had been hurt… but wounds heal; even emotional ones…
FlashbackThen, without the two fully realising it, their lips were touching in a sweet and tender kiss. Nothing fancy, nor 'frenchy', just quick and chaste. Pulling back, Enrique's heart was hammering against his chest, him (and Oliver) having just realised what they had done.
"I… uh… see you in a minute, Oliver. I gotta… nature calls…" Enrique stuttered, running out the door.
End FlashbackBut, he and Enrique had had some fun times; that couldn't be denied.
FlashbackOliver retaliated by hitting the Italian squarely on the face with a pillow. Enrique fell back, but quickly grabbed a pillow himself and hitting the French boy back. The pillow fight carried on, with them running round the room, climbing on the bed, both not sure who was winning or losing… just having fun. White feathers soon fell, coating the bed and floor thinly in a white, fluffy layer. They collapsed on the bed after about 10 minutes fighting, lying next to each other. Oliver stared at the canopy of his bed, while Enrique lay on his side, hand holding his head up, looking at the petite teen.
End FlashbackAnd their second kiss…
Flashback"Well… let me prove it to you then…"
He fully pressed his lips on the French boy's own, not giving him a way out. Oliver began to kiss back, both forgetting who they were kissing… (Or had they?)
Enrique pulled away slowly and looked at Oliver.
"Friends?" He whispered gently.
Oliver smiled back. "Friends."
End FlashbackOliver laughed softly. Yes, they had agreed to stay friends, even after they had shared two kisses that day…
But his sweetest memory was their third kiss… more importantly, their first official kiss…
FlashbackRaising a hand, he pulled Oliver's head to the side and pressed his lips against the French boy's. His grip around Oliver's waist tightened as he felt him shift, but instead of pulling away, Oliver turned his body around so he was facing Enrique. In a matter of seconds, he found himself straddling the Italian and Enrique's hands cupping his behind, pulling him closer. The green-haired teen wound his arms round the blonde's neck for stability as the kiss intensified.
End FlashbackA blush spread across his cheeks at the thought of his position during that period of time. If anyone had caught them, they might've mistaken them for actually making out.
But it slowly went away as he began to wonder what Enrique was telling the elder Giancarlo. And how would he react? Would Enrique tell him he was gay?
Oliver frowned.
Or bisexual, really.
Anyway…
But what would happen?
All these thoughts hurt the young boy's head, making him feel queasy and light-headed…
"Oli? You okay?" Asked Enrique's voice.
Oliver nodded softly, his eyes still shut. He felt the mattress go down as Enrique crawled onto it and up to him. He felt arms wrap around his waist and he was pulled into the curve of the Italian's body, his back against Enrique's chest.
"You look a lil pale, that's all…" Enrique whispered. "You sure?"
Oliver turned around and smiled. "Just… I'm thinking too much… about all that's happened…"
"And this was supposed to be a simple reunion." Enrique added with a chuckle. He brushed green strands of hair out of the younger's face.
"What… what did your father say?"
Enrique smiled. "He agreed."
"To what?"
"To help us… he said he had an inkling about our friendship; he said he thought it was deeper than one should be…" He chuckled. "I guess he's right, though, eh? But he said that if your father comes here, he'll cover out tracks, okay? And you can stay here for as long as you like."
"Thank you… I wish I had a father like yours."
Enrique smiled sympathetically; he sighed. "You don't have to answer this, but… what's got your father so set on getting the restaurant… you know, perfect?"
"My mother."
"Your mother?"
Oliver nodded. "She died because of post-natal depression… he wants to prove to everyone that the Polanskis can survive anything; even dead loved ones." He sighed. "That's one of the reasons why I hate the restaurant. I just feel that if my father hadn't spent so much time at that restaurant while she was alive, she wouldn't have died… he always uses her as an excuse to get me to do stuff… 'your mother would want it' he'd say…"
"What'd she look like?" Enrique asked, brushing his fingers through green locks, trying to lighten the mood.
Oliver smiled, eyes unfocused due to memories. "Like me… I never knew her personally; I probably did, but I can't remember; I was around five when she died. But in photographs… that's how I know her…" He looked at Enrique. "Do you know how I got Unicolyon?" Enrique shook his head. "It was shortly after she died. Just one day… this unicorn appeared out of one of the paintings she had drawn… it followed me around everywhere, but no one else could see it; they thought that I had an imaginary friend…
"But then, I learnt how to beyblade; I think I was ten at the time… yeah, it was around the time that beyblading was at a height. And the unicorn vanished, only to appear in my blade… but it changed its appearance."
"So that transformation back in London… that's what it truly looks like?"
Oliver nodded. "S'what my mother's spirit looks like."
"Your mother-! You mean… Unicolyon… is your mother?"
Oliver looked away, ashamed to tell Enrique such a foolish, yet true, thing.
Enrique smiled and brought his gaze back to the Italian by lifting the younger's face to his. "I think she's proud of you, Oli. She wouldn't have stuck around if she didn't think good things of you. And it's even better that she's your bit beast! You must have a great connection… maybe I should kill my mother to get a good connection with Amphilyon…"
Oliver laughed and hit him with a fluffy, white pillow. A pillow fight broke out with the two, but suddenly they abandoned the pillows, kissing each other furiously.
After a long while, Enrique pulled out slowly, letting the kiss linger with smaller kisses after. He looked down at the flushed French boy below him and smiled.
"Friends?" He asked in a hushed whisper.
Oliver smiled and leant up, laying a soft kiss on the Italian's lips. "No… lovers…"
THE ENDWell, there you go… the first yaoi fic that I've done without a lemon. Sorry if there were people out there who wanted one, but I didn't want to spoil this…
I hope you enjoyed Friends? as much as I did writing it; twas a lot of fun.
Please review this for the last time and tell spread the word about this fic; both would be greatly appreciated!
Goodbye!
Until the next Enrique/Oliver fic-
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