For One Week Only - Part 1

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"We're moving to Europe".

Milk and cereal spilled from my open mouth, back into the bowl and I turned my head to find my mom in the kitchen.

"Excuse me?" I half scoffed. Surely I had misheard.

"Your father's been promoted, isn't that great?" She smiled, her attention more on the earring that she was trying to put on, than me, her only son.

"Yeah, brilliant" I replied sarcastically "but what else did you say?"

"We're moving to Europe" she repeated, and my ears had not deceived me.

"You've got to be kidding me, mom?" I gasped, dropping my spoon as she finally got the earring in and stared at herself in the long mirror.

"You're eighteen, Elias" she sighed impatiently "we can't force you to come with us".

"Mom, I'm still in high school!" I barked "what about my friends?!"

She laughed shrilly as she doused herself in perfume.

"Friends?" She scoffed "what friends? that Stephen boy?"

"Yes, that Stephen boy" I snarled, my face becoming red with anger.

"You'll make new friends. Normal friends" she said, pulling her coat over her shoulders.

"Stephen is normal" I snapped back, but my mom was already walking from the kitchen.

"We're leaving on Sunday" she informed me "if you're coming, make sure you're packed, and if you're not, well make sure you're packed too, because this place is being sold".

With those words, my mom left the house and I stood in shock. How could such a decision be made without even consulting me first? And Europe?!

I slammed my fist against the marble island and winced as I did. They knew I was financially dependant on them. How could I live on my own and go to school at the same time? How would I pay rent? They'd done this on purpose, there was no doubt in my mind.

My mom hated Stephen, she'd made it clear since we were kids. Sure, he was a bit quirky, but so what! I paced up and down the long kitchen, my mind racing as I did. What was I going to do? What could I do?

I'd have to consider my options in school. Stephen would help me think of something.

"Well, what can you do?" He asked, and my mouth fell open.

"Dude!" I snapped "you're supposed to be helping me"

"I am helping you, Elias" he shrugged "but you're eighteen, you're still in high school and you ain't got a job. I don't really think you have any other option".

I sank into my seat. Stephen was right.

"What language do they even speak in Europe?" I sighed, poking at my lunch with a fork.

"European" Stephen said and stared at me.

"I can't even speak European" I groaned and he rolled his eyes.

"You're an idiot" he told me, with a grin "Europe is a big place, and I think most of them speak English".

"Great" I huffed "at least I can still understand them when I'm miserable"

"Aw don't be so negative about it" he told me "I'd love to live in Europe, have you ever seen the hot guys over there?"

"Shh!" I hissed, looking around for potential eavesdroppers.

"Oh grow up" Stephen said, rolling his eyes "you know they're a lot more open about that type of thing over there".

"Yeah, but my parents aren't, are they?"

"You never know" he shrugged "maybe some time in Gay Paris will change their mind"

"I doubt it" I groaned "and the last thing I need is for them to kick me out in the middle of Europe".

My plan to get Stephen to provide me with a better plan, had failed miserably and my lonely walk home was filled with what if's and buts. I'd nearly reached my street when Milo Anderson, an eighteen-year-old who I knew only to see, ran from a house with no shirt, his trousers wrapped awkwardly around his ankles and a barrage of insults following him.

I stopped dead as he froze in front of me. He was extremely handsome, and even in his current disheveled and half dressed state, I found myself stunned.

"Oh" he half yelped "hey".

"Uh... Hey" I replied, as he pulled his trousers up and pulled one shoe onto his foot.

A middle aged woman leaned out from her window and continued to roar at him.

"If I ever see you near my daughter again!" She bellowed "I'll snip that little thing off!"

Milo grabbed my arm and dragged me forward, breaking into a run as I trailed behind, confused.

"You live near here, right?" He asked, breathless and red in the face.

"Uh yeah" I nodded "right up there".

"You mind if I hang there while I wait for a ride?"

I'd never had a full conversation with Milo before, and from what I could tell, he wasn't the type of guy who would even look at somebody like me, let alone befriend.

"I guess" I replied awkwardly.

"I owe you one bro" he said, as the woman's hollering became distant.

Milo's washboard torso was covered in a thin layer of fresh sweat. His messy mop of black hair was askew too, and judging by the woman's screams, it was obvious what he'd been doing. The idea alone caused a bulge in my trousers.

"So um... Was that your girlfriend's place?" I asked as we walked.

"Girlfriend?" He almost choked "fuck no, we just fuck sometimes".

"Oh... Right" I replied, trying to sound as though that was a perfectly normal thing for me as well.

"I think her moms just jealous I ain't fucking her instead" he laughed, flashing his pearly white teeth.

I smiled back politely as we reached my house.

"This is your house?" Milo gasped, staring up at it.

"Uh huh"

"I didn't know you were rich" he gawped.

"I'm not" I laughed "my parents kinda' are I guess".

I keyed open the door and stepped inside as Milo followed, seemingly still in awe. He stood in the hall, his naked upper body looking as good in here as it did in the daylight.

"You want a drink or something?" I asked awkwardly.

What would we even talk about? He was a jock, or at least all of his friends were. He was popular, and my best friend was a flaming homosexual who once wore a dress and wig to class.

"I'm good" he told me, and pulled out his phone.

Milo followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the island. I could barely take my eyes off his perfect body.

"Yo bro, I need a ride" he said into his phone.

"Uh, now?"

"What do you mean you're busy? Bro, I'm half naked in some rando's house"

"Sorry" he whispered to me, covering the phone and I shrugged.

"Fine, well just hurry up. Alright, bye".

Milo sighed and threw his head back.

"Bruce, you know Bruce right?"

I nodded. Who didn't know Bruce.

"He's balls deep in his girlfriend right now. You know how long he told me to wait?" Milo scoffed and I shook my head.

"An hour. A fucking hour bro, as if Bruce could last a full hour"

I faked a laugh, unsure whether or not an hour of sex was a lot.

"So when your folks die, you think they'll leave you this place?" He asked casually, looking around again.

I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head.

"Nah" I sighed "we're moving to Europe soon".

"No shit" he replied "what language do they even speak there?"

"Right?" I laughed.

"That's kinda sick though" Milo continued rubbing his stomach until his finger found his bellybutton.

"You think?" I asked.

"For sure, you can start a whole new life. I wish I could do that".

I watched with a strange curiosity as the handsome young man began to finger his bellybutton, seemingly unaware how weird that was as he remained deep in thought.

"Yeah" he nodded to himself "I'd leave with a bang too" he told me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well nobody would ever see me again, not around here" he told me "so I'd do everything I always wanted to do before I left".

I thought about it for a moment.

I only had six days left before I'd leave this place behind forever. Milo was right, I could do whatever I wanted, and nobody would ever be able to hold it over me, or remind me about it in years to come. I was free to do anything.

"Sucks about this place though, I bet this is worth millions".

I stared at Milo, my heart smashing against my chest as I spoke.

"Yo, Milo" I asked shakily, and he glanced at me with his large green eyes.

"Can I give you a blowjob?"