Eric was sitting alone, almost finishing his breakfast. He kept looking at the direction of the stairs waiting for his father to descend and with each passing minute that his father didn't descend he would grow impatient. He finally finished his breakfast, he then poured himself a cup of coffee an d sat back just to enjoy his cup of coffee.
Greyson finally descended the stairs, he wore a three piece light brown suit with a black shirt and no tie. He sat at the head of the table and started eating his food. He said no words to his son, just started eating.
"Got plans?" Eric asked after a sip of his coffee.
"What does that have to do with you." He didn't look up from his plate, he just kept cutting his toast then proceeded to butter it up and then slap some jam on top of the butter.
"After your little stunt last night, I still couldn't find you." He was trying his best to not yell at him.
"I was out of town, how would you find me?" Greyson seemed unbothered and he was.
"I know, I used the emergency Jet and went to find you but you had already left." He was clearly questioning hm.
Greyson dropped his utensils, finally looking at him, "why the hell would you leave the city on a school night?" he sounded upset with his voice raising with each word he spoke.
"I had to do damage control!" Eric snapped, "you always act like a child and I always have to clean up your me-!" He was cut of by his father abruptly standing up, pushing the chair so hard back that it fell over.
He angrily threw the cloth that he has been wiping himself with to the table, "YOU clean up after me!!? What am I? A CHILD!!?" His brows were furrowed and his gaze had turned dark, he was full on lashing out on the child.
"Mom's death anniversary is near and you're whoring around!!" Eric felt those words just escape his mouth while he was still trying to filter them in his mind, Greyson on the other hand had raised his hand so high that he was ready to smite his son with a slap from hell. He stopped himself just near his son's face who was late to react.
Eric widened his eyes seeing the position they were in, Greyson slowly balled up his palm into a fist slowly due to his son's reaction. He retracted his hand and took a deep breath in, "your mother has been dead for years." He took a breath after saying that leaning forward on the table balancing himself on his hands. "I'm allowed to move on, she would have done the same." That sentence had no anger or spite in it, it was calm but flat.
Greyson picked up the last piece of toast from his plate, he put jam on it and ate it as he walked away from the table. Eric buried his face in his palms, rubbed his face a little roughly then leaned back on his chair. He knew his father would never hit him, that was the last thing he promised his mother and Greyson has never broken that promise.
He picked up his phone, it rang twice and then the other person on the end of the line picked up and said, "I'm on my way." The phone then got disconnected.
Half an hour later Fritz walked in, arms wide open ready to embrace his best friend. As soon as he saw him, Eric ran into his arms, he leapt onto Fritz who caught him and embraced him warmly.
"Your day already ruined?" He asked in a sweet voice, tightening his embrace. Eric buried his head in Fritz's chest and nodded. Fritz kissed him on top of his head, he kept giving him kisses as he walked to the to the classic white wide hammock chair swing. He didn't put him down instead he nestled himself in the chair and cuddled up Eric. They stayed cuddled up for an hour.
"Mom's death anniversary is coming up and he's acting like he was never married." He finally spoke with a tired voice.
"Maybe that's why he's acting up." Fritz didn't think he needed to explain his statement.
"Let's do something fun!" he exclaimed avoiding his friend's attempt to defend his father. "Let's go!" Fritz sounded real excited.
Fritz took his best friend to the arcade, Eric's eyes were googly and big with wonder and sparkles when he saw the arcade. It had been a long while since he came here, since his mother died, he hung out with jerks. They bullied people and placed bets using their trust funds and their parent's wealth. The only person that had always kept Eric grounded was his best friend, that's why he was comfortable being himself-it was all thanks to his moral compass Fritz.
They played each and every game inside the arcade and some even twice because that was how much Eric was enjoying this little outing. He had forgotten about his crappy morning. He was all smiles and laughter, all focused and competitive. He didn't go easy on Fritz and neither did Fritz hold back. They were ready to determine which of them had the wits, the focus and wasn't a sore loser.
Fritz lost and he had really tried to win with all his strength, he really just couldn't. "At least you're not a sore loser!" Eric praised him, "If it was me, I wouldn't even be talking to you." He seemed upset by just imagining it.
"At least we now know who the sore loser between us is." He teased with a bright smile.
"I do not lose!" he proudly announced hitting his chest.
"I believe that." Fritz was being sarcastic making Eric playful strike him.
"I got more fun for you." Fritz got him excited and his ears perked up.
"Let's eat first." He held back the next outing causing Eric to immediately sulk but he followed Fritz anyway because he could feel his stomach begging for food.
It was just after mid-day and they had spent half the day at the arcade, they decided to have a late lunch at the local taco spot. If he was with any of his other friends Eric wouldn't be eating on the streets instead he'd be in a big restaurant that has at least three stars.
"I love these taco's but they are going to make me suffer at night." He was talking about the explosive diarrhoea he's going to experience. Fritz snort laughed trying to stop himself from bursting into laughter, "that's how you know its real, plus you're the one who ordered the spicy one.
"It's the most delicious!" he defended his bad choices.
They walked the short distance to the mall, "Today I'll carry everything, how about some retail therapy?" Eric jumped up and down immediately with excitement and joy, clapping his hands in a tiny manner almost screaming. He suddenly jumped into Fritz's arms and hugged him while planting kisses all over his face like a giddy girlfriend who just got food, flowers and money from her boyfriend without having to ask.
Fritz manged to catch him but everything after that became stiff. When Eric started raining kisses on his face, he froze, he was still holding him up but he couldn't move. He was surprised, Eric has never been like this in a public place. He always waits until they are in private. Was he that happy that he couldn't control himself.
He got down and held Fritz's hand like lovers would, "Let's get started." He dragged him to the first store. By the third store Fritz was ready to give up with this whole idea but he couldn't break his promise to Eric. Fritz hated shopping with passion and the one thing he hated more than shopping was shopping with Eric. Eric loved shopping, it just made his day in a way that nothing else did. Fritz was Eric's assistant but one thing he didn't do was shop with Eric, this was their first time and Fritz was thinking how it would be the last but the he looked at Eric's face. The shine and brightness that was there even though he wasn't smiling, the peace that his eyes portrayed, those little things were worth this hell for him.
They took a break after the seventh store, they bough ice pops and they sat in the free massage chairs as they sucked on their ice pops.
"You should probably buy this and put it back at your house." Fritz relaxe some more into the chair.
"No! I won't be able to get rid of you if I actually do." Fritz snickered.
"Besides…" Eric trailed off and started looking around.
"What are you looking for?' Fritz noticed him being lost in the looking around, Eric shushed him though.
"I found her." Eric was now wearing a sinister smile, Fritz looked at his direction and Ava was getting out of a store laughing with someone close to her.
Fritz stood up and turned off the massage chairs, he pulled Eric into his arms. Because he was not expecting it Eric bumped hard into his chest.
Fritz looked down to him, his eyes help a sense of seriousness and they were hooded, "I'm tall, you train harder than I do but my muscles are bigger than yours, You fit perfectly into my arms when we cuddle, you love sleeping in my arms whenever I'm near you and I can carry you without breaking a sweat." Eric gave him a blank stare, blinked and continued staring.
"Not today, not any other day when it's just us being us that you look for anybody else." He didn't raise his voice or tone but he was stern and serious. Eric felt the chill in his tone when he said those words.
"You're mine today and I'm yours." He smiled and then placed a peck on his lips.