Forbidden Love

New beginning

Luca's POV:

"LUCA WAKE UP!!!"

I shot up from the bed, covered in sweat and panting heavily like I had just run a marathon.

I looked up to see my friend Dìck, who was also my roommate. His wild blue locks looked like a bird's nest, though I doubt mine look any better.

He is a few months older than me but honestly, I feel like I'm mentally the oldest one with years of knowledge ahead.

Dìck and I have known each other since like forever. He's literally like a brother to me.

Even though his real name is Charles Dickson, we just stick with calling him Dìck.

I can't help but laugh whenever I think about it, he always used to get super pissed whenever we made fun of his name.

After some time though, he just gave in and accepted the fact that we would never stop calling him that. And now he's actually pretty chill about it, though we still like to tease him about it sometimes.

"Luca!" I was brought back by dìck who snapped his fingers in front of me, he looked at me with a frown on his face.

"You okay man?" He asked me worried. "Huh? Oh... yeah I'm fine " I said even though we both know that's a lie, but I didn'know what else to say.

He cleared his throat, "anyway, what was that dream about?" I just looked at him confused. He shifted from foot to foot and looked really uncomfortable.

After some time I started to grow impatient and snarled, "Just spit it out already!" I'm not a morning person and we both know it, so whatever reason he has to wake me up it better be good.

But instead of answering my question the bastard just kept looking away, like he was afraid that I would cut off his head or something if he said the wrong thing.

Of course, I wouldn't do that but you get the point. When he finally decided to answer it wasn't what I expected. "It's just... I didn't think I would ever see you cry because of some dream."

I just sat there and looked at him like he had just grown an extra head or something because what the hell?!

I never cry like, ever!

I didn't even cry that one time when I fell from the tree and broke my arm and let me tell you that hurt like hell, and that was more than 10 years ago.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked while trying to recover from the shock of hearing one of my best or let me be honest my only best friend telling me, ME of all people that I was crying.

In the end, all I could say was just, "What the hell man?! I don't cry, never have or ever will." However, he just lifted his brow and handed me his phone while saying,

"oh yeah? Tell me that again when you have taken a look at yourself and whipped the tears off your face first"

I just snatched the phone from his hand while also throwing whatever object that was closest to me at him, which happened to be one of my shoes.

And it hit him right in the face. "Bullseye!" I couldn't help but laugh and give myself a high-five when I saw him land ass first on the floor, in a pile of dirty laundry that's been lying there for god knows how long.

He sat up while rubbing his now sore forehead and I could already see a bump starting to form. "What the hell was that for?!" He yelled while starring daggers at me.

"For being an asshole, who can't even clean up after himself" was my only response. "Excuse me?!" At this point, he was so close to screaming that I could already feel an upcoming headache.

"You're excused," was all I said before turning to look at the camera, but before I could take a good look at myself he started yelling again.

"No! You listen, to what I have to say now! Who was the one that cleaned our room and did all the chores when "somebody" was so busy with his exams, that he didn't feel like he needed to help?! Or may I remind you when you didn't even hear me when I practically begged you for help the other day, while almost crying my eyes out?!"

I just looked at him like he was a total i***t, which he was, but that's not the point right now and said,

"Okay, first of all, I didn't ask you to do mine too, you decided to do that on your own, and secondly your cleaning technique could use some help. I had to redo most of our room because I found a lot of places that weren't even clean, and last but not least I did hear you, I mean who wouldn't? I think you woke up the half of Sacramento that night. But for my own sake, I chose to ignore it because really? It was a god damn spider you fool!"

"Yeah, by the size of my hand!" He tried to defend himself, though he made a pretty poor job at doing so.

"Will you stop being such a baby? How are you ever gonna be able to live without me if you can't even step out of your diaper yet?" I asked him.

He just turned his back to me, while muttering something along the lines of: "What did I do to deserve this?" And, "What have I ever done to end up living with a jerk like him?"

I just shook my head at him and turned to look back at the camera. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and looked again because there's no way that's me who I'm looking at.

My eyes were red and puffy and I had dried tear stains on my face, not only that but my face was as pale as a ghost. "And you were saying?"

I just shoot him the nastiest glare I could muster, while he just held his hands up in mock surrender while saying,

"Whoa, chill dude but no seriously, what was the dream about anyway for you to look like you have a massive hangover and diarrhea at the same time"

I made a face in disgust because really? Who the hell want to be told that they look like someone with a hangover and diarrhea, and on top of that at the same time?

No one that I know of, and let me tell you I don't know a lot of people and I can probably count all of my friends on one hand.

"Okay that's just disgusting, and... to be honest, I... don't know," because when I tried to remember what it was about it's just... not there.

He just looked at me worriedly, of course, why wouldn't he? In the 15 years we've known each other not once has he ever seen me crying, and definitely not because of some stupid dream.

"You sure you okay man? Because if you want to talk about it then it's fin-"

"Look man I'm fine, just forget about it okay?!" I yelled at him and regretted it almost immediately after seeing his sad face. "If you say so then okay."

"Look man I'm sorry okay, I didn't mean to yell at you like that," I apologized, but it was probably already too late.

"No, I get it, you don't wanna talk about it and that's fine, just because we're best friends doesn't mean we have to share every little detail about each other," he said.

I smiled a little to myself, even though he's probably hurt by my words he still respects my boundaries.

I looked up at him and saw him smiling and brought up my fist while saying, "Thanks man, no hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," he said while also bringing up his fist.

"By the way, what's the time exactly?" I asked since I could already see the sun rising. Dìck tilted his head back and looked like he was thinking really hard.

It almost made me want to laugh out loud, but I stopped myself from doing so at the last second until he finally answered.

"6:30 AM" I just looked at him to try to process what he just said until it finally hit me.

"WHAT?!" I nearly screamed.

6:30 AM?! That meant I had less than half an hour to get ready and make it in time if I didn't wanna miss the train.

"Yep, you slept through your alarm, which was also one of the reasons why I had to wake you up, so you'd better hurry up and get your ass off the bed if you still want to have a chance at catching the train" laughed Dìck.

I hate him, I hate him so much, I thought to myself, and I swear to god if I had the time I would very much like to punch that stupid grin off his face.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP SOONER?!"

I practically screamed at him, while putting my clothes on in record time, and running around the room to make sure I have everything packed so I wouldn't end up forgetting something.

But Dìck, the everlasting jerk just shrugged his shoulders while saying nonchalantly, "I did try to, but it's not my fault that you're such a heavy sleeper."

"Now is really not the time to joke around! If you want to prove that our friendship these past 15 years wasn't just one big lie, then now's a really good time to prove it by helping me find my eye patch!"

"You're still going to wear that?" I turned around to look him straight in the eyes, and he looked like he was almost peeing his pants.

"You should know better than anyone that I never walk outside without it."

I said, with a voice that almost didn't sound like my own, and I don't think I've ever seen Dìck looking so scared of me.

Except for that one time a few years back when he accidentally broke my camera that I had spent years on saving up to.

Fortunately, he did learn his lesson.

And by that, I mean selling his laptop and making him buy me a new camera, or else he would be forced to sleep outside our door in the hallway.

"Okay okay geez, would you calm down a little?"

"If you hadn't already noticed I'm late enough as it is, and the train leaves in like what?"

I looked at my wristwatch since I had already thrown my phone in the bag, and my eyes widened when I saw how late I would end up being.

It takes around 20 minutes by car to the nearest train station, so if I don't leave in the next 5 minutes I'm screwed.

While I was still slightly panicking, I didn't notice Dìck that looked like he was close to losing it, until I heard him laughing like his life depended on it.

"HAHAHAHA! OH MAN, YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW, IT'S PRICELESS HAHAHA!"

While he was laughing his ass off, I just stood there and couldn't understand what was so funny about the situation right now.

But the more he laughed, the more I felt like strangling him, but before I did that there's one thing I'd like to know so I asked him, "What is it that's so funny?"

"Haha, your reaction, man I sure got you."

"And what exactly do you mean by, I sure got you?" I asked, and could already start to feel my blood boiling.

"What I mean is, that it's only 5:40 Am."

"But didn't you just say that it was 6:30 AM like, 5 minutes ago?"

"Yeah, but I was just messing with you, you still have almost an hour left to get ready."

While he stood there, explaining why he thought that it was so funny to see me all worked up and s**t, I thought of a hundred different ways on how to get away with murder.

God, I hate him, how I can hate someone as much as I hate him right now is a mystery.

"...So there's nothing to worry about alright? It was all just a joke you se-"

He stopped in the middle of whatever he was about to say and looked at me with a wary look on his face.

Which means that he must already have sensed my murderous intention towards him. But I just stood there and smiled at him, to assure him that he had nothing to worry about.

Of course, that was all just an act.

"Right, it was just a joke, I see now," I said with a venomous voice, that didn't match the look on my face.

"Y-yeah, it was all just a joke, h-haha." He laughed nervously, and I could already see the sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Good, I thought to myself. "Haha, you'd better start running Charles." And it was at that moment, he knew that he f****d up big time.

"I'll give you to the count of three."

"U-uh Luca, t-there's n-no reason for all of this r-right?"

"One." I counted while taking a step closer to him.

"I-I mean you said it yourself right? I-it was all just a joke, a joke..."

"Two."

"So t-there's really no reason for you to..."

"Three."

"Fuck." And just like that, he's out the door.

I just shook my head at him and checked one last time to make sure I had everything I needed before heading downstairs.

When I was almost at the bottom of the staircase I was greeted by Irene.

"Good morning Luca, did you sleep well?"

"Good morning Irene, and yes I did how about you?"

Irene is the one in charge of this place. Oh right, I don't think I mentioned it before, but Dìck and I are actually living in an orphanage.

Dick has been here since the day he was born, he was left on the doorstep with a little note attached to him.

The only thing written on it was his name and birthday.

I was brought here a few years after. I was told that my parents died in an accident, which was also the reason why I couldn't remember anything from before I arrived, and why I now have a huge scar over my left eye.

People always tried to avoid me because of that. I still remember the names people used to call me and the countless rumors that were going on around school...

-2 years ago-

Sacramento high school

"Hey did you hear about that student?"

"The one from 12 grade?"

"Yeah him, have you noticed that huge scar he has?"

"Yeah it's hard not to, but didn't he use to hide it before?"

"He did, but after that encounter with Jeff he decided not to any longer."

"I heard from someone that he beated the s**t out of him."

"I heard that he used to be a part of some gang before."

"What? there's no way that's true! You guys seen how scrawny that kid looks?"

"One's look doesn't determine one's strength you know! I'll bet that he could knock you down in a heartbeat!"

"Ha! Wouldn't you like to see that? I'll beat that kid to a pulp the next time I see him!"

"What?! Are you nuts?! I heard that he took down a whole group of gangsters and sent them all to the hospital one time!"

"Yeah I head that too, I think someone even died."

"Uwa, that's so scary."

"Tch, so what? I don't care!"

"Anyway, I think it's best to just avoid him unless we want to end up like that too."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"...ca, Luca!" I blinked and saw Irene waving her hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and nodded. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little nervous is all."

"Well that is understandable, this is the first time that you're going to be so far away from home."

Home... that's right even though I never had a normal family like others, I still considered this place my home and the people that are living in it, my family.

But still, it doesn't fill out the empty void in my heart.

"Well come on now, the others are waiting for you." Irene ushered me into the dining area, where I could see the others waiting.

"SURPRISE!!!" everyone suddenly screamed. "What is all this?" I asked.

There were balloons and cake, almost like if it was someone's birthday if it wasn't for the big banner with "GOOD LUCK!!!" written in bold letters.

"It's a farewell party of course, what else does it look like stupid?" I looked at Maddie.

For a 5-year-old she sure knows a lot of words that should never leave a kid's mouth. I still remember when Irene caught her saying asshole.

It made me shudder just thinking about it.

"We wouldn't want to send you off without a proper goodbye first." I turned my head to the voice and couldn't stop the huge smile from spreading on my lips.

There on the far left, was someone I hadn't seen in years. "Marko!"

"Hey kiddo, it's been a while."

"It sure has, how come you didn't visit us earlier."

"oh you know, been busy with my job and all that."

Marko was also an orphan here a few years back, he's 6 years older than me so I haven't seen him since I was 12.

"But anyway, we'd better hurry up with this if you don't wanna be late."

"Right."

After we had eaten and said goodbye to the others, Marko would drive me to the train.

"Goodbye take care!"

"Don't get into any fights okay?"

"Promise that you will come to visit us sometime!"

When I saw them all standing there wishing me the best of luck, I was suddenly hit with a wave of grief knowing that this would be the last time in a while I would see them for a very long time.

After driving in silence for a while, Marco suddenly asked me, "So, are you nervous?"

"Of course not, why would I be?" I asked, but I didn't sound pretty convincing, since my voice was shaking.

However, Marko just smiled while saying, "We both know that you can't lie to me, and it's okay to be nervous, I felt the same way when I first moved to Seattle."

"Did you... ever miss being home?" I asked.

"Of course I did, all the time but I knew it would be easier after a while."

I looked out the window after hearing him say that. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a pang in my chest.

Huh, strange, I've never felt like this before. Maybe I'm starting to go down with a cold.

"Then how did you learn to live with it? And why did you never come by to visit before now?"

"Because I had a lot of great friends who helped me through it, and I also knew that you would be doing just fine without me around."

"Yeah..." When we arrived at the station, I suddenly got so nervous that I almost couldn't move my feet, and my brain was on overdrive.

Oh my God, this is really happening, what the hell was I thinking?! I shouldn't have applied for something so far away, maybe I should just...

I was snapped out of it when I felt someone push me from behind and looked back to see Marko, standing there with a grin on his face.

"Well don't just stand there, hurry up."

"R-right, well.. I'll see you soon?"

"Of course you will, now just go!" When I was heading towards the train, I suddenly turned around and run towards Marko and hugged him while saying,

"I missed you. "

"I missed you too kiddo, take care okay?" He said while hugging me back.

"Yeah, I will goodbye!" I said and waved to him, before running towards the train.

When I was on and found my seat, I looked out the window and couldn't help but start thinking about what will be waiting for me in New York.

But I know for a fact that I will be a different person from who I was before.

Just a nobody where no one knows me, which means no more bullying, and a chance to start a new life.

For me this is... A new beginning.