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Eight-year-old Boston found himself fixated on his flip phone, desperately waiting for a call that he knew deep down was unlikely to come. His mother had left him in the care of his father, choosing to travel instead because she claimed she "couldn't bear to stay here any longer." The absence of his mother weighed heavily on Boston's heart, prompting him to seek solace in her green room at the back of the house. Surrounded by the plants she used to photograph and take notes on, he had hoped to ask her about them, yearning for just a little more of her attention and affection. However, as the sixth consecutive day passed without a single call, Boston felt tears of disappointment threatening to escape his eyes. He couldn't help but feel weak, just as his father and Ter would often accuse him of being. They dismissed his emotions as childish, labeling him as someone who clung onto memories. Overwhelmed by a mix of frustration and sadness, Boston let out a yell and impulsively kicked over a large snake plant. In that moment, he didn't care that the shattered pot left his hands cut and bleeding as he tore into the plants roots with is bare hands, as he desperately tried to release his pent-up emotions.
Ter's exasperation quickly transformed into concern as he picked up the squirming child, his hands covered in blood. "Kid, I've told you countless times that there are punching bags for a reason. You have school, you know," Despite the frustration evident in his voice, Ter carefully carried Boston to the bathroom to tend to his wounds. As he bandaged the little boy's hands, he couldn't help but notice the blank expression that washed over Boston's face, a sign of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing. Over the years, Ter had developed a deep attachment to Boston, despite the teasing from others who referred to him as a nanny. In Ter's eyes, he saw himself more as a brother figure to the privileged child. With a gentle ruffle of Boston's hair, Ter tried to lighten the mood. "Today, I'll be in charge of you. What would you like to do after school? If your hands weren't hurt, I was thinking of taking you to a batting cage again."
Boston's immediate desire was clear - he longed for his mother. However, understanding that Ter couldn't fulfill that wish, he looked for a substitute to ease his loneliness. "I want to make a pillow fort with Ray," Boston declared, knowing that his friend could provide some comfort. He turned to Ter, his eyes fluttering and a hesitant smile forming on his face. "Ask Mae if he can stay over tonight, please?" Boston remembered how Ray had a way of charming others, and he hoped that Ter could make it happen. He yearned for the warmth and companionship that Ray's presence would bring, even if it couldn't completely fill the void left by his mother's absence.
Ter nodded, unable to resist Boston's excitement. He tried to maintain a serious demeanor as he prepared Boston for school and quickly whisked him off. Upon arriving at school, Ter spotted Mae and waved her over, seeking her help in arranging a playdate for Ray and Boston. He needed assistance in creating a pillow for t that would meet his little master's standards.
Boston didn't bother waving back at Ter; instead, he darted into the school, eager to find Ray. Trying to play it cool, Boston couldn't resist pulling Ray into a brief hug. "Ter told me you're staying over at my house tonight!"
“Oh hey Ton!! I was waiting for you!! I brought you a snack. You said you liked them last week.” June a girl standing nearby offered a bag of pretzels at Boston but when he brushed her off she narrowed her eyes saying rather scornfully at the two boys who were still hugging. "Aren't you too old for weekday sleepovers?"
Ray noticed Boston's injured hands, his concern growing that his friend might not be in a happy mood today. Patting Boston on the back, he reassured him, "Well, we're best friends, so it's all good."
As June continued to follow them, tugging on Boston's shirt, her determination evident in her eyes, Boston couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He quickly entered the classroom, taking his seat next to Ray, trying to focus on their friendship. Ray looked at Boston with a pout, unsure of the reason Boston was acting so grumpy today. Ray didn’t like it. Boston's attention was solely on Ray's adorable pout, not paying much attention to June.
Ray unzipped Boston's bag and took out his notebook and a pencil, placing them on Boston's desk before organizing his own supplies. June, undeterred, wrapped her arms around Boston's shoulders and whispered into his ear, "We could be boyfriend and girlfriend if you want. It's better than being best friends."
Boston shook his head, growing annoyed. He pushed the girl away, glaring at her. "Go away. I'm busy," he firmly stated, wanting to focus on Ray and the way his lips looked when he was annoyed. There was no time for any romantic ideas.
Boston's annoyance grew as June continued to persist, trying to insert herself into his friendship with Ray. He couldn't understand why she couldn't respect his boundaries and accept that he just wanted to be friends. Boston's frustration became more apparent as he shot her a stern glare, his voice firm and resolute.
"I said no. I don't want to be your boyfriend, and I don't want you to come over. Ray and I have our own plans, and we want to enjoy our time together without any distractions. Please respect that and leave us alone," Boston stated firmly, hoping that his words would finally get through to the persistent girl. He turned his attention back to Ray, hoping to continue their day without any further interruptions.
Despite Boston's attempts to keep the day normal, he couldn't help but worry about Ray. Ignoring Ray's question about his injured hands was difficult, but he didn't want to burden his friend with his own troubles. However, it seemed that Ray was also preoccupied, as he had gotten scolded by the teacher for not reading their assignment.
During lunch, Boston decided to reach out to Ray, hoping to address their concerns. He gently bumped his shoulder against Ray's, silently asking if everything was alright. Before he could say anything, June, the persistent girl from earlier, appeared, hanging onto Boston's arm and pressing an ice pack onto his injured hand. She spoke in a squeaky voice, apologizing for her behavior that morning and expressing her desire to be with Boston as well.
Boston's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting this sudden change in June's attitude. He glanced at Ray, unsure of how to respond. Deep down, Boston wanted to be kind and understanding, but he also didn't want to give the wrong impression. Taking a deep breath, he spoke gently to June.
"Thank you for the ice pack, June. I appreciate the gesture, but I want to be clear. Ray is my best friend, and that's not going to change. I think it's important for us to be honest with each other. I'm not interested in being anything more than friends. I hope you understand."
Boston's words were kind but firm, hoping to convey his feelings without hurting June's. He looked at Ray, silently hoping for his friend's support and understanding.
Boston's eyes widened in surprise as he witnessed Ray's charming smile directed at June. It stirred a mix of emotions within him - a slight pang of jealousy and a tinge of insecurity. He tried to push those feelings aside, reminding himself that they were all just friends.
Ray, seemingly oblivious to Boston's internal struggle, took June's hands and gently removed the ice pack from Boston's injured hand. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he swung their hands back and forth, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, why don't we all hang out together? You know, like a super awesome trio of friends!" Ray suggested, his voice filled with innocent enthusiasm. "And who knows, maybe I can even get a kiss on the cheek from June!" Ray added, his face lighting up with anticipation, unaware of the impact his words had on Boston
To Boston's surprise, June let out a playful squeal and released Ray's hand, seeking refuge behind Boston. "No, Ray! Boston, save me!" she teased, evidently enjoying the attention from both boys.
Boston's heart skipped a beat as he realized June's reaction. Though inside, he felt a mix of excitement and a twinge of jealousy towards Ray, on the outside, he maintained an air of confidence. He couldn't let his true emotions show.
With a confident smile, Boston turned to June. "Hey, June, no worries! Ray was just being silly. We can all be great friends and have fun together," he reassured her, extending his hand to gently guide her out from behind him.
As he played the role of the confident friend, Boston's heart yearned for something more with Ray. His inner turmoil was masked by his cheerful exterior, determined to ensure that everyone was comfortable and included, even if it meant hiding his true feelings.
As Boston steered Ray away to a separate table, his own frustration and confusion mixed with his jealousy. He couldn't understand why Ray was so interested in June when he had Boston. The thought of Ray wanting to have his first kiss with June ignited a wave of possessiveness in Boston, but deep down, he knew he didn't want to kiss a girl either.
Trying to regain his composure, Boston let out a confident chuckle. "Ray, it's not about wanting to kiss a girl. It's... well, it's kind of complicated. See, I really care about you, and I don't want to share you with anyone else," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of bravado and vulnerability.
Ray, slightly frustrated by Boston's actions, questioned him with an adorable pout. "Hey, why didn't you want to hang out with her? Don't you want to experience your first kiss? I do," he remarked, pulling out his bento box and skillfully shaping his hotdog into the form of an adorable octopus.
Boston couldn't help but be charmed by Ray's cuteness, but he maintained his composure. With a warm smile, he replied, "Nah, Ray, it's not about that. I just think it's more fun to be friends and have adventures. We're still young, and there's plenty of time for kisses and stuff later, don't you think?"
"If you say so now… No more dodging. If I'm really your friend, you'll tell me," Ray sighed, pulling one of Boston's injured hands into his own. He was tired of Boston wincing every time he tried to use the fork to feed himself. Offering him a bite of noodles from his own lunch, Ray asked, "How did you hurt both of your hands?"
Boston avoided making eye contact with Ray, feeling anxious. He really didn't want his friend to worry or be concerned. Having a tantrum over his mom breaking a clay pot and a plant seemed childish and immature. Trying to calm himself down, Boston took a deep breath before casually lying, "I fell on the way to the car."
Ray gave Boston a look but decided not to question him further. He knew Boston was probably lying. But Boston seemed to be having a hard enough day.
Boston and Ray remained silent throughout the afternoon, their thoughts consumed by their own concerns. When the final bell rang, Ray eagerly clung onto Boston, bubbling with excitement, and asked what they were going to do at his house that afternoon. Boston smiled, feeling a surge of confidence, and walked purposefully towards his stoic bodyguard, Ter. Without even flinching, Ter stood there as Ray latched onto him, chattering away happily about how much he missed him.
As they settled side by side in the car, Boston felt a deep sense of comfort and trust in Ray's presence. He knew that this moment presented the perfect opportunity to have a heartfelt conversation with his best friend. There was something important weighing on Boston's mind, and he felt confident that he could confide in Ray.
Ter's concern for Boston was palpable, despite his attempts to maintain an intimidating demeanor. Deep down, he genuinely cared for Boston's well-being and couldn't help but worry about the impact of his earlier tantrum regarding his mother.
As they entered the house, Ter took quick strides to ensure he was by Boston's side. His usually stern expression softened slightly, revealing the depth of his concern. Leading them towards the back of the house, he chose Boston's mother's old rooms, knowing that familiarity and comfort could help ease his troubled mind.
Ter had spent the entire day working alongside Mae to create a safe haven for Boston. They meticulously arranged the space, incorporating elements that would erase the negative memory of the morning tantrum. The room was adorned with soft lighting, gentle colors, and calming scents, all carefully chosen to create a serene atmosphere.
Addressing the boys, Ter's voice carried a mixture of strength and compassion. "Let me know if you two need anything... maybe some pizza?" he suggested, trying to alleviate the tension and bring a sense of normalcy to their day. Although he wanted to project an aura of toughness, his true intention was to ensure Boston's happiness and well-being.
"Thanks, Ter!" Ray exclaimed with uncontainable joy, his voice echoing with pure happiness. "Boston, do you want to change into PJs? I don't want to go anywhere." Ray's infectious smile stretched from ear to ear, his innocent enthusiasm untouched by any concerns. With a carefree giggle, he tossed his bag aside, not a trace of worry on his face. Spotting his sleepover bag thoughtfully placed near the fort's entrance by Nanny Mae, Ray's heart swelled with appreciation and contentment.
Turning to his best friend, Boston, Ray's eyes sparkled with unspoiled innocence. He couldn't quite fathom the depth of Boston's silence or the weight that burdened his thoughts. Ray's world was one of simple joys and boundless optimism, and he struggled to comprehend the complexities of his friend's emotions.
Unperturbed by the shift in Boston's demeanor, Ray swiftly changed into his comfiest pajamas, his excitement bubbling over. With a light skip and a skip in his step, he joyfully bounced into the cozy fort, embracing the enchantment it held. His eyes danced with delight as he caught sight of the projector, ready to bring their favorite movie, Toy Story, to life. Yet, amidst his own unbridled happiness, a gentle longing tugged at Ray's heart for his friend's presence.
"Where is Boston?" Ray asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity and an unshakable desire to spread his own joy. Unaware of the reasons behind Boston's quietness, Ray's innocence remained intact, radiating pure and untainted happiness, hoping to bring a smile to his friend's face.
Undeterred by Boston's somber state, Ray's determination to bring a smile to his best friend's face remained unwavering. With a lively skip in his step, he began exploring every nook and cranny of the fort, searching for Boston. His bright eyes darted around, filled with innocent curiosity.
Finally, Ray's gaze landed on Boston, standing near the window, lost in a sea of thoughts and the sight of the lush greenery outside. Confusion mixed with concern etched across Ray's face as he approached his friend, unaware of the emotional turmoil that Boston was silently wrestling with.
"Boston, what's wrong?" Ray asked, his voice filled with genuine care. His innocent heart yearned to understand and alleviate his friend's pain, even if he couldn't fully comprehend it.
Boston's gaze shifted from the plants to Ray, his heart swelling with love and admiration for his best friend replaced his worried musing about when he’d next see his mother again. Ray's pure happiness and adorable presence had always brought a sense of comfort and joy to Boston, and he didn't want to upset him by sharing his own struggles. He longed to protect Ray's innocence, to shield him from the complexities of life.
Tears welled up in Boston's eyes as conflicting emotions battled within him. He wanted to hug Ray tightly, to cling to the warmth and happiness that radiated from him, and forget about his own troubles for a while. But deep down, Boston knew that keeping his feelings hidden would only lead to further turmoil.
As Ray's loving gaze enveloped him, Boston realized that his best friend deserved honesty and vulnerability, just as much as he deserved happiness. With a mix of hesitation and determination, Boston took a deep breath, summoning the courage to open up.
"Ray," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of adoration and vulnerability, "I... I love how cute and happy you are. It's what makes you so special to me. But right now, I'm feeling conflicted. I want to hug you and forget about everything, but there's something important I need to share."
Ray's eyes widened, his innocence mingling with concern. He reached out and gently took Boston's hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You can always talk to me, Boston. I'm here for you, no matter what."
The conflicting emotions swirled within Boston, but with Ray's unwavering support, he felt a sense of comfort and safety. He knew that opening up to his best friend would only strengthen their bond, even
Boston eagerly crawled back into the cozy fort, his contagious giggles filling the air. With anticipation twinkling in his eyes, he settled down beside Ray, ready to immerse himself in the movie they had been eagerly waiting to watch.
Just as they were about to hit play, Ter's cheerful face popped into the fort, holding a steaming box of cheesy pizza. Boston's face lit up with gratitude as he thanked Ter with an endearing smile, his excitement mounting.
As Boston savored each mouthful of the delicious pizza, a surge of warmth and contentment filled his heart. The cozy atmosphere, combined with Ray's presence, made everything feel right. Unable to resist the overflowing affection within him, Boston's arms instinctively wrapped around Ray in a tight, loving hug.
Ray's pout transformed into a gentle blush, his heart fluttering at the sensation of Boston's embrace. It reminded him of the morning when June had showered affection upon Boston, leaving him with mixed emotions. But in that moment, as Boston playfully poked his side, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, Ray couldn't help but wonder.
"Why did you say no to June when you're such a clingy monster, Boston?" Ray asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Boston's laughter filled the air, his eyes brimming with affection and mischief. "Well," he began, his voice laced with playful camaraderie, "I may be a clingy monster, but you, my dear friend, are my favorite person in the whole wide world. My hugs are exclusively reserved for you."
Ray's heart swelled with warmth, a radiant smile gracing his face as he realized the depth of their bond. In this fort of love and friendship, they could be themselves, embracing each other's quirks and finding solace in their unbreakable connection.
Ray and Boston snuggled up in their cozy fort, feeling like they were on the most exciting adventure ever. The outside world disappeared as they entered their magical hideaway, filled with endless possibilities and boundless imagination.
As they cuddled together, their minds started to wander. Ray couldn't help but wonder why all the girls found Boston so fascinating. He secretly wished he could have the same charm and capture their attention. Looking at his friend, who was completely engrossed in the Toy Story 2 movie, Ray playfully poked Boston's cheek and asked, "Hey, Boston, how come all the girls think you're so cool? Can you teach me your tricks?"
Boston glanced at Ray, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, before returning his focus to the screen. "Aw, Ray, it's not about tricks or being cool. Those girls might like me because my dad is on TV, but honestly, I don't care about them. You're the only one who matters to me, my partner in all our cozy fort adventures."
Ray's insecurities melted away as he listened to Boston's words. He knew Boston didn't want him to take it too seriously, but it made Ray feel so special. In his innocent and imaginative mind, Boston was the most amazing and beautiful person on the planet. His smile could make the sun shine, and his friendship meant the world to Ray.
With a big smile on his face, Ray snuggled even closer to Boston, feeling the warmth of their friendship surrounding them. In their special fort, they could be anyone they wanted, imagine grand adventures, and believe in the magic of their friendship. The outside world could wait because, in their innocent and imaginative world, anything was possible.
Ter peeked his head into the fort, trying his best to hide his emotions at the adorable sight of Ray and Boston snuggled up like little kittens. He didn't want to interrupt their moment, but he knew it was important to take care of Boston's bandaged hands before bedtime. With a neutral expression, Ter grumbled, his voice gruff but with a trace of warmth, "Hey kiddo, I'm about to finish my shift. Let's get some medicine on your hands before you go to bed."
Ray looked up, a bit surprised to see Ter there. Ray had completely forgotten the rest of the world existed beyond the pillows and fairy lights. He didn't want their special time to end, but he knew it was necessary. "Okay, Ter. We'll take care of Boston's hands. But don't take too long, okay? We're having a really important fort meeting!"
Ter chuckled softly, understanding their imaginative play. "I won't take too long, I promise. Just need to make sure Boston's hands are all good. Then you can continue your important fort meeting."
Ray nodded, a mix of reluctance and understanding on his face. He gave Boston a quick hug before letting him go. "Take care of your hands, Ton. I’ll be waiting for you right here."
Boston smiled at Ray, appreciating his concern. "Thanks, Ray. I'll be back soon, I promise."
As Boston and Ter walked away from the fort, Ray watched them go, excitement and anticipation building for their fort meeting to resume. Ray decided to wait on the tiny couch for Boston and Ter not wanting to miss a second without Boston in the fort.
Ter observed Boston's fading expression, realizing that the boy seemed to reserve his happy smiles for Ray all Ter received was the pained expression of a traumatized boy who hurt himself on his mothers plants this morning. He gently guided Boston to sit on the edge of the tub, carefully removing the medical gauze to assess the condition of his hands. Ter's serious gaze met Boston's eyes, conveying his concern.
"Ton, do your hands hurt?" Ter asked, his tone firm but filled with genuine worry. "I can take you to the hospital if needed. I'm worried that water might have gotten in there. You need to be honest with me. I’m not a fucking nurse you know.”
Boston's eyes widened, feeling a twinge of fear as Ter's seriousness intensified. He tried to pull his hands away, feeling a bit scared by the situation. "I'm okay, Ter. I don't want to leave Ray," Boston pleaded, his voice tinged with worry.
Ter softened his expression, realizing that he had unintentionally scared Boston. He reached out to hold Boston's hands gently, his voice becoming more reassuring. "Hey, it's alright, buddy. I'm sorry if I scared you. I just want to make sure your hands are okay so they don't get infected. We'll take care of them right here, and I promise you won't have to leave Ray for long."
Boston looked into Ter's eyes, searching for reassurance. Seeing the genuine concern in Ter's gaze, he slowly nodded. "Okay, Ter. Please be quick. I want to go back to Ray soon."
Ter nodded understandingly, his tone gentle. "I'll be as quick as I can, I promise. Let's take care of your hands, and then you can go back to Ray. He's waiting for you."
As Ter began cleaning and rebandaging Boston's hands, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the boy's attachment to Ray. He made a mental note to ensure Boston felt just as loved and cared for in his presence.
Ter's heart sank as Boston's father entered the bathroom, his stern and dismissive demeanor instantly dampening the room's atmosphere. He watched Boston, sensing the fear in the boy's eyes as he kept his gaze fixed on his father's collar.
"Ter, isn't your shift over?" Boston's father grumbled, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the bandaged hands of his son. Boston’s father instantly got on his knees pulling Boston’s heavily bandaged hands into his own examining his son’s injury "What did you do to your hands, you little brat?"
Ter listened intently, his concern growing as Boston's father attributed the incident to clumsiness and suggested that Ter needed to work on balance exercises with Boston. He could see the fear eating away at Boston, and he knew he needed to intervene.
"Sir," Ter interjected respectfully, not wanting Boston's father to discover the emotional outburst the boy had experienced earlier that morning when he felt abandoned by his mother. "I understand your concern, but accidents happen. Boston tripped and fell. It was unfortunate, but he's okay now. We've taken care of his hands, and he's feeling better."
Ter's voice was calm yet firm, trying to convey his confidence in handling the situation. He continued to rub Boston's back gently, hoping to provide some comfort and reassurance.
"I assure you, sir, I've been keeping a close eye on Boston. We've been playing in the sun room, and everything has been going well," Ter added, hoping to shift the focus to the positive aspects of their time together.
Boston's father paused, looking at Ter with a mix of skepticism and concern. After a moment, he sighed and nodded, letting go of Boston's hands. "Alright, just be more careful next time, Ton. And Ter, make sure he stays safe," he instructed, his tone still stern but with a hint of worry.
Ter nodded, grateful that he had managed to defuse the situation. "Of course, sir. I'll make sure Boston is safe and well taken care of."
As Boston's father left the bathroom, Ter couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He turned his attention back to Boston, his expression softening. "Hey, Boston, it's okay now. Your dad just wants to make sure you're alright. Let's go see Ray, alright?"
Boston couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized, of never being good enough. Ter's comforting presence helped to ease some of the tension, but it couldn't erase the years of emotional turmoil. As they made their way to the sun room, Boston’s mind raced with self-doubt. What if his father's disappointment was warranted? What if he really was clumsy and a burden to everyone around him? The weight of those thoughts pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
Ter sensed Boston's lingering anxiety and tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, offering silent support. He knew the scars of Boston's father's harsh words ran deep, and it would take time to heal them. But Ter was determined to be a steady presence in Boston's life, to counteract the negativity and instill in him a sense of self-worth.
As they entered the sun room, Ray's bright smile and friendly greeting provided a temporary reprieve from Boston's inner turmoil. Ray was always there, a true friend who accepted Boston for who he was, flaws and all. In that moment, Boston's anxious thoughts took a backseat, replaced by the warmth of friendship. Ray bounced instantly to Boston’s side carefully examining the new bandages on Boston’s hands to make sure he won’t bump into them later.
Ter watched as Boston's tense shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a small victory, but a significant one nonetheless. Ter knew that moments like these were crucial in helping Boston build resilience, to see that he was valued and loved despite his perceived shortcomings.
Boston paused before going into the fort with Ray, Boston looking shyly at Ter’s shoes. He knew the bodyguard didn’t like affection but Ter always made Boston feel safe “You’ll be here tomorrow morning Ter?”
“You’re sleeping over too, right? Mr. Ter?” Ray asked his arm tight on Boston. He didn’t know what had happened but Boston seemed really upset. It was probably good if Ter stayed nearby just in case. Sometimes Boston got angry and Ray couldn’t always help.
Ter couldn't bear the thought of leaving Boston and Ray alone. He quickly sent a text to his replacement, informing them that he would take over the shift and requesting two days off in the near future. Unbeknownst to Ter, their boss was supposed to be home. Nevertheless, Ter was willing to sleep on the small couch if it meant ensuring Ray and Boston felt safe.
Gently patting Boston's head, Ter tried to soothe him, maintaining his composure. "Alright, I'll stay here. You two go have fun in the fort. Don't worry about me, okay?"
Ter's commitment to their well-being shone through his words, as he tried to ease Boston's worries. He wanted them to enjoy their time together, free from the burden of his presence. His calming touch and reassuring tone were meant to convey that everything would be alright.
With a small smile, Boston nodded, his trust in Ter evident in his eyes. Ray, too, took comfort in Ter's words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. They both understood that Ter was there to protect them, even as they played in their fort.
As Ray and Boston disappeared into the fort, Ter settled onto the cramped couch, his mind filled with thoughts of their safety and well-being. He knew that his sacrifice was worth it, knowing that they would be able to enjoy their time together without worry.
With determination in his heart, Ter vowed to remain vigilant and present, ensuring that Ray and Boston could have fun and make memories, while he stood guard, ready to protect them at a moment's notice.
Boston and Ray nestled back into the fort, seeking comfort as they prepared to sleep. The coziness of their shared space brought a sense of security to their weary bodies.
After a few hours, Boston suddenly jolted awake, startled by Ray's return to the fort. Ray had briefly left to use the bathroom, but Boston had unintentionally drifted off to sleep while waiting for him. Blinking sleepily, Boston gazed at Ray's drowsy face and felt a surge of determination to share his secret.
"Ray," Boston whispered, his voice a delicate mix of nerves and excitement. "There's something I need to tell you."
Yawning, Ray sat up, his eyes fixed on Boston with a blend of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Boston? Is everything alright?"
Boston took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before revealing his secret. He knew that this moment held the potential to change their friendship in an extraordinary way. With a quivering voice, he began to share the words that had been weighing on his heart.
With a fluttering heart and a hint of blush on his cheeks, Boston summoned the courage to confide in his sleepy friend, Ray. Unbeknownst to Ray, Boston found him incredibly cute, and he hoped that by sharing his secret, he could shed some light on his own behavior.
Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Ray looked at Boston with a sleepy gaze. "What's on your mind, Boston? Ter is silll outside if you need him. He’s too long for the couch so his noodle legs are hanging off of it."
Taking a deep breath, Boston hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Ray, I have to tell you something. I like boys. That's why I don't really like kissing girls, you know?"
Ray's brows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of Boston's words amidst his half-awake state. "Huh? I don't get it, Boston. Why does liking boys mean you don't like kissing girls?"
Feeling a mix of embarrassment and hope, Boston stammered, "Well, you see, Ray... whenever I see you, I can't help but think you're really cute. I think that's why I don't feel the same way about girls."
Ray's drowsiness began to dissipate as he processed Boston's confession. A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "Oh, I see. So, you like boys, and that's why you don't feel the same way about girls. That makes sense, Boston."
Boston's anxiety eased as he saw Ray's understanding. "Yeah, exactly. I just wanted you to know why I act the way I do sometimes."
Ray smiled, his eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with acceptance. "Well, Boston, I may not fully understand, but I'm glad you trust me with this. We'll always be friends, no matter who we like or don't like. And I think you're a great friend, too."
A wave of relief washed over Boston, grateful for Ray's acceptance and the special bond they shared. "Thanks, Ray. You're the best friend anyone could have."
Ray awoke the next morning to the sound of Ter getting up outside the pillow fort, his keys jingling. Ray couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Boston's hardworking bodyguard, who seemed to put in more effort than even Ray's nanny or his own mother.
Turning his gaze to Boston, Ray contemplated waking him up but hesitated. Boston looked so peaceful in his slumber, and the weight of their conversation from the previous night continued to linger in Ray's mind. The realization that Boston liked boys had thrown Ray off balance. Did Boston like him too? And more importantly, did Ray like Boston?
Frowning, Ray leaned in closer to Boston's face, studying him intently. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should kiss Boston, a subtle test to see if his feelings were reciprocated. Maybe they could embark on this journey of self-discovery together. Acting on impulse, Ray gently pressed his lips against Boston's, relieved when the other boy remained undisturbed in his sleep.
Sitting back, Ray placed a hand over his mouth, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within him. The kiss had felt nice, but a sense of unease washed over him, as if he had crossed a line or done something wrong
Ray understood that Boston was dealing with a lot regarding his parents, and the last thing he wanted was to add to his friend's burden. He silently promised himself never to kiss anyone without their explicit consent. He would reflect on the meaning behind his kiss with Boston later, but for now, he realized it wasn't necessarily a negative experience.
To wake Boston up, Ray embraced him in a warm hug. "Boston!!! It's time for school," he exclaimed. "I heard Ter getting ready, so we should go and lend him a hand by getting ready ourselves."
Boston playfully pushed Ray away, joining him in getting ready for the day. He couldn't help but feel like he had the best sleep of his life the previous night, as if all the pain from the day before had simply vanished. Ray, being particularly helpful, even took the initiative to button Boston's school shirt, as his fingers were still a little sore.
Following Ray's lead, they made their way into the kitchen where Ter was enjoying his coffee. Ter seemed surprised to see both boys there. Ray placed the first aid kit in front of Ter and spoke up, concern evident in his eyes.
"I think you should take a look at Boston's hands, Ter," Ray said, using his best puppy dog eyes to try and glean more information from Boston's bodyguard. "Do you think he should go to the doctor?"
Ray's anxiety grew as he awaited Ter's response about Boston's well-being. He couldn't help but worry about his friend's hands and the possible need for medical attention. Ray's concern was evident in his eyes as he looked at Ter, silently pleading for reassurance.
Ter carefully examined Boston's hands, taking note of the redness and tenderness. He assessed the severity of the injuries and considered the best course of action. After a moment of contemplation, Ter turned to Ray with a reassuring smile.
"I don't think a trip to the doctor is necessary, Ray," Ter said, recognizing his friend's concern. "Boston's hands will heal with proper care. We'll clean the wounds, apply some ointment, and wrap them up to keep them protected."
Ray visibly relaxed, grateful for Ter's assessment and plan of action. He assisted Ter in gathering the necessary supplies from the first aid kit, handing them over with care. Together, they worked to clean and dress Boston's hands, ensuring his comfort throughout the process.
Ter finished tending to Boston's hands, offering a comforting smile. "You'll be alright, Boston."
Boston nodded, appreciating the care and concern from both Ray and Ter. With their help, he felt a sense of relief knowing that he would receive the necessary care and attention for his hands. Together, the three of them gathered their belongings and headed off to school, ready to face the day with renewed determination and support.
“Ter didn’t I send you home yesterday evening. I’m not paying you overtime. Where is Joss?” Boston's father's arrival caught the boys off guard, and the atmosphere suddenly shifted. Ter maintained a composed demeanor, though he couldn't help but feel the disdainful gaze directed his way. He quickly composed himself, ready to address Boston's father's concerns.
"Sir, I apologize for any confusion," Ter responded respectfully. "I am here to ensure Boston's safety and well-being, regardless of whose turn it is. Joss is not available today, so I offered my assistance."
Boston's father sighed, his disappointment evident. He glanced at the boys, noticing their school uniforms and remembering the message he had to deliver. He knew it was important, but it didn't feel right to burden Boston before school.
"Boston," he began, his tone a mix of frustration and concern. "Your mother called. She wants to apologize that she won't be able to call for another week. She's busy with her plants, as if she doesn't have a son. But I'm here for you, champ."
Boston's father attempted to ruffle his hair, but Boston instinctively hid behind Ter, seeking comfort and protection. The mixed emotions of disappointment and feeling ignored by his mother weighed heavily on the young boy's shoulders.
Ter stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Boston's back. "It's alright, Boston," he said softly, trying to offer some solace. "Let's focus on getting to school for now."
Boston nodded, appreciating Ter's support and understanding. He took a deep breath, trying to push aside the conflicting emotions. With Ter by his side, he summoned the strength to face the day ahead, determined to overcome any challenges that came his way.
Together, the three of them made their way towards the SUV, ready to tackle whatever obstacles lay ahead.
Ray hesitated for a moment before scrambling into the car. He didn't like how Boston's dad gave Ter a funny look. If Boston didn't know that his dad didn't really like Ter, then Ray had to make sure he knew before they left. So, while Ter was busy buckling Boston in, Ray turned on his super charm and said to the serious-looking man, "Sir, Ter takes amazing care of us! Boston talks about him all the time at school. I even wrote in my journal that Ter is my hero! You don't have to worry about Boston, Sir."
Ray's words were filled with sincerity and a touch of innocence. Boston's father glanced at Ray, his stern expression softening slightly. He hadn't considered the impact his disapproving gaze might have had on Ter or the boys.
"Is that so?" he responded, his tone a bit softer now. "Well, I'm glad to hear that Ter has made a positive impact on both of you. It's important for Boston to have someone he can look up to and trust."
Ray nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, sir! Ter is the best. He's always there for us, and he makes us feel safe and protected. We're lucky to have him."
Boston's father's gaze shifted to Ter, a mix of curiosity and contemplation evident in his eyes. Perhaps he had misjudged Ter, and it was time for him to reassess his initial impressions.
"I appreciate your reassurance, Ray," he said genuinely. "I'll make an effort to get to know Ter better and understand the role he plays in Boston's life. Thank you for sharing your thoughts."
With a nod, Ray smiled and climbed into the car, his mission of advocating for Ter accomplished. As they drove off, a sense of optimism filled the car, and the tension from earlier began to dissipate. It was a small step in bridging the gap between Boston's father and Ter, fostering a more supportive and understanding relationship for the sake of Boston's well-being.
Ray's heart overflowed with empathy for his dear friend Boston, knowing how important it was to validate his feelings and offer understanding. He gently held Boston's hand, his touch conveying warmth and compassion.
"I can see that you're feeling worried, Boston," Ray said softly, his voice filled with understanding. "It's completely normal to miss your mom. I miss my mom too sometimes. And she lives with me but doesn’t want to hang out, and it's okay to feel upset about it sometimes."
Ray's words were a gentle reminder to Boston that his emotions were valid and deserving of acknowledgement. He wanted Boston to know that he wasn't alone in his feelings, that even he, Ray, experienced similar emotions.
"But you know what, Boston?" Ray continued, his voice brimming with reassurance. "Today is a brand new day, full of new adventures and fun. Let's focus on all the amazing things we can do together. After school, we'll go to my house and have a blast. We'll create memories that will make us smile and forget about any worries."
Ray's words were like a comforting embrace, enveloping Boston in a sense of understanding and validation. He wanted Boston to feel seen and heard, knowing that his worries and fears were acknowledged and that he had a trusted friend by his side.
With their hands still intertwined, Ray and Boston embarked on their journey, knowing that their friendship would provide strength and solace along the way. Together, they would navigate the ups and downs, sharing in each other's joys and offering support during moments of vulnerability