Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Memories of you

YAMATO

The unexpected death of his grandmother brought him back to the small countryside he was eager to escape when he first came. I, a timid boy, never knew someone else could send my heart racing. The way his soul became one with mine was like I found my soulmate. But the greatest love ended tragically.

I rode my bike down the dirt ride till I was at Braxton's grandmother's house. It was weird of me to wait to see if he'll come today. I placed my bike up against the old oak tree out front and grabbed the bento from the basket of the bike.

I didn't reach the front porch when I stopped. Recalling yesterday.

"I hate you, you heard me." His words struck deep in my heart.

But I had tried not to let it show. He has every right to hate me. Hell, I hated myself.

Turn back now. My mind told me. Now, while you still have time.

"Oh, hello." a cheerful woman greeted me as she stepped out onto the porch. She reminded me of one of those housewives from the 40s. Less like she was a woman and more like an accessory. As though she viewed herself as part of the complete package instead of the gift itself.

Her vibrant yellow attire overshadowed her clear exhaustion.

"Oh hi," I said.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Braxton."

As soon as his name left my mouth, he stepped into the doorway. I still hadn't gotten used to that contorted expression. Out of habit, maybe I expected his face to brighten when he saw me overcome with a zenith of betrayal when it didn't.

"Do you know him?" she asked him.

"Uh, old high school friend," he said.

Right, that's all I was to you now.

"Why are you here?" he asked, irritation laced in his voice.

I held up the bento. "Lunch. I thought you might have been hungry."

"We already ordered something," he said and turned around, heading back inside.

I was about to head back to my bike when the woman called out for me to come in for a glass of iced tea.

I hesitantly walked to the porch. Taking each step at a time. I stood in the hallway's entryway for a moment before the woman came bringing me a glass of tea.

"Thank you," I said.

"Braxton never spoke about any of his high school friends, so it's nice to meet you."

I wasn't sure what to say and drank the tea. I made eye contact with Braxton, goading him to show interest. He stood in the kitchen staring at me while he placed things in a box.

"Can you tell me what my husband was like as a teenager?"

I choked on the tea.

"Oh, my god are you alright? Let me get you some napkins."

She rushed into the kitchen, searching for some. Braxton handed her a roll of paper towels. She takes them and brings the roll to me.

You are reading story Someone Like You at novel35.com

"Here ya go." she tore off some for me.

I sat the glass on a small wooden table by the door, took the paper towels from her, and cleaned the tea from my shirt and mouth.

"So, do you have a name?"

"Yamato."

"I'm Cece. It's Nice meeting you." She smiled at me. "Do you want me to take that?" She points at the wrapped-up bento I was holding. 

I looked down at it. "I thought Braxton would be by himself. So there isn't enough for two."

"It's okay."

I didn't want to give her the bento, but I did, anyway. She gestured for me to follow her into the kitchen. I stood in a corner. But Cece told me to come over to the table where she was with Braxton.

"Do you all need any help?" I asked.

"No, you can leave," Braxton said in a torpid tone.

I sat the bento box on the table and took a step back.

"I should leave."

"You should." He said.

"No, don't. The food is coming. I heard you were quite the troubled child growing up, and I'd like to meet your partner in crime."

"He probably has more important stuff to do. Let him go." Braxton said.

"Yamato, please stay," Cece said.

It was hard for me to say no to people. Today I'd found the courage to say no because I didn't want to face the anger that Braxton would unleash on me if I stayed with his wife.

There was a honk outside, and Cece excused herself. Leaving me and Braxton alone.

"You, um, you look nice today," I said, hoping it'd act as an analgesic.

The plate he was holding dropped out of his hand and I quickly rushed around the table to pick up the broken pieces of the plate.

"Stop, you'll cut yourself," Braxton said, still lacking the emotion I knew him for.

"I'm fine," I said. A piece of the plate cuts my finger. I hissed and Braxton grabbed my wrist, pulling me up towards the sink.

He turned on the cold water and put my finger under it. I stared at Braxton while he focused on my finger.

I saw him with fresh eyes. He wasn't the skinny seventeen-year-old boy I loved as a teenager. He's a man now with a different veneer. Time passed too quickly, leaving me to chase after whatever memories I had with him. I couldn't lose any of them; they were all I could cling onto.

Throughout the years I held hope he'd someday come back to me—We'd fall back into our regular pattern. We filled our days with intimate affection and explorative hands. With his muffled, I love you into the crook of my neck.

He is married now.  While I lived in memories with him.

You can find story with these keywords: Someone Like You, Read Someone Like You, Someone Like You novel, Someone Like You book, Someone Like You story, Someone Like You full, Someone Like You Latest Chapter