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Second Chance: Milo's Story Chapter 8

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Milo tensed, looking up only to relax and smile some. He hadn't noticed the other approach him. He nodded to him as he reached out and took the drink, watching the Russian as he sipped on his own lightly. He tensed when he was touched by him and he felt tears in his eyes. That gentle hand making him long for more soft touches. He smiled sadly and looked to him, trying to keep the tears hidden from view. He didn't want to concern him more then he already was. "Thank you" He whispered.

Andrei didn't say anything from where he was crouched, he watched the boy sip on the tea and he cradled his own cup, having gotten a coffee for himself. He was frowning as he watched him struggle with his emotions and he could sense that he was trying to hide it from him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked to the ceiling. He wasn't going to mention it, not when the boy so clearly wanted to hide it but it concerned him and made him worry. Pushing himself up, he offered out a hand to Milo. "Come on"
Milo looked up as Andrei stood up from the ground and offered out a hand for him to take.

He glanced at the hand for a moment before he took his hand, leaning on Andrei to steady himself. His world was spinning with each move he made. "Where are we going?"  Milo questioned his voice low and woozy.

Andrei shrugged one shoulder briefly. "I was going to suggest a walk down China Town….but why don't we go watch a movie?" He asked him, smiling a little. He figured something quiet like that would be better for the hung over boy. He wasn't so certain he'd like the noise from the movie but he already had one in mind that didn't get too loud.  "Just sit and relax so you don't overdo it." He added. "My theatre of course, I get a discount there" He grinned a little, trying to lighten the situation and the boy's mood.

Milo felt his stomach churn and he groaned again. He felt like he was going to puke again. The loud announcer overhead coupled with the hustle and bustle of Toronto's crowd made his head pound in a very unpleasant way and his stomach churn just as badly. "Sounds good" He said, a little relieved at not having to walk quite so far even though they'd be on the damn train again. The movement on that thing was torturous to him at the moment.

Andrei nodded his head in response. He was glad he'd agreed to it but he felt partially guilty for having made Milo come and meet up all the way out here. "Sorry...I dragged you here, you should have called and I could have met you closer or rescheduled." He told him, sighing a little and shaking his head a bit.  He held onto Milo as he tried took a step in the direction of the escalator.

"Don't be…" Milo murmured, holding his head up with one hand as they walked, he had to swerve around a rushing middle-aged businessmen and refrained from snapping at him in his own grumpy and very hung over mood. "I enjoy your company" He assured him. It….also helps me to forget him He thought to himself. How ironic that he'd once again be trying to run from the very situation that had bought him to Canada only now he was trying to use the poor guy next to him to do it. He felt a little guilty for that but he really did enjoy his company and it did lighten his mood up quite a bit. "I was with Ella so it wasn't that bad of a ride over" He assured him. Minus that one time my stomach decided to act up on the way here…. He added to himself.  He pushed his dyed haired from his face, making his eyes visible for the briefest time, their orbs a serious of gorgeous colours. He looked pale in relation to his normal colour.

Andrei kept an eye on him, when Milo moved his hair from his face, his own e yes widened. "You do have nice eyes…" He complimented, he loved the swirl of emotion in the duel-coloured orbs.

Getting to the train, Andrei pulled Milo on, moving to find a pair of seats. The only seats available seemed to be near the back. He gently pushed Milo down into the seat, slipping his arm from Milo's shoulders.  "Will you be okay?" He asked him in concern.

Milo groaned and glanced to him as he settled in his seat, when Andrei removed his arm; he had to fight to prevent himself from moaning in protest. He felt steadier with Andrei holding onto him. Not to mention he wanted to lean his head on his shoulder but he figured Andrei wouldn't want to be considered gay by random strangers. He just slouched in his chair some, giving a slight nod to the man. He rested his elbows on his knees, bending over slightly as he pressed a hand against his stomach. He shivered, his stomach churning again as the train jolted forwards. His lips had gotten incredibly pale in the duration of a few seconds, a sign that he was going to be sick.

Andrei continued to frown. The subtle changes in Milo's appearance made him worry more; he could see him shaking and the pale colour of his lips and face made him think he was going to be sick. Raising his hand he began rubbing soothing circles on Milo's back. "Easy…" He told him and looked to the map, scanning it for their stop. He knew the stops by heart but that didn't stop him from looking up and wishing it were less stops for his friends benefit. He really wondered now what had pushed the boy to want to drink to this point.

The touch of a firm hand on his back him freeze for a moment before relaxing into it. He looked up at Andrei grimaced, he felt his stomach heave on him and he groaned again, his hand flying to cover his mouth. He held his tea in one hand but nearly dropped it as they sped along, at that moment he didn't want to hold anything.  In the back of his mind he registered the stops being called but took little notice of them. He was so focused on trying to force the feeling away, he didn't want to embarrassed Andrei anymore then he already had.

Andrei tapped his foot impatiently as they passed stop after stop, eyeing Milo out of his peripheral vision, He heard them announced one after the next and then finally 'Spadina'. He looked at Milo again, squeezing his shoulder. "Hold on…" He murmured he could see his face literally colouring a shade of green.

Milo's stomach heaved again and his eyes watered, he dropped the half full cup of tea, spilling it on the solid grey floor of the subway car. He needed out, Now. His eyes frantically pleaded with Andrei, his cheeks puffing out as his stomach heaved.  He felt like crying just from how embarrassed he felt. He rocked back and forth, ready to dart up as soon as those doors opened. Hell, he was surprised Andrei was still next to him despite his predicament.

Next stop, Dundas…

Andrei was up and about as soon as the stop was announced; he grasped Milo's hand and shoved him up.  As the train rolled to a stop, he pushed his way through the crowd, dragging the sick boy behind him. He knew he was about to be sick but he didn't want him embarrassing himself by doing so on the train. "Just hold on" He murmured urging him forward.

Milo was jerked to his feet, swallowing the bile that rose to his mouth in that swift movement. Gripping Andrei's hand he found himself stumbling after him. He let him lead, trusting him to get him off the train.  His eyes watered and he felt his stomach heave again, this time he knew he couldn't hold it back. He stumbled, losing a step and feeling wetness drip from his mouth and through his hand, he couldn't help what happened next.  Turning his head, his hand left his mouth and he hurled all over Andrei's shoes and the floor right next to the now, departing train. His legs where shaky and he dropped to his knees, nearly missing the pile of puke. He stared at his dirtied hand in disgust. "I… I'm sorry."  He whispered, he wanted Andrei to like him and he was losing his chance with him by puking all over.

This is the worst….Milo's thought to himself.

He felt his stomach heave again and he whirled his head around, tugging himself up and over the trash can. He barely made it this time, spilling his guts in the garbage. He felt a hand rest on his back, rubbing soothing circles near his shoulder blade.

Milo felt overwhelmed with emotions and a few tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. Andrei's sympathy made him feel just horrible for puking over him let alone, how he had ruined the day for him.

"I…I'm sorry…" Milo murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his dirtied hand.

A gentle sigh escaped Andrei as he bent over him, brushing back the others hair so it was out of his face. "Its okay" He said softly, unfazed by the vomit that now adorned his shoes and the floor around them. He kneeled next to Milo; ignoring the shouts and rude comments from men and women all around. He thought it ignorant to ridicule a sick person.

Milo looked up to him, eyes filled with tears. He couldn't believe Andrei's kindness. His heart clenched and he twisted, his bangs sweaty as he moved and grabbed onto Andrei's shirt with his hands. A strangled sob uttered from his throat as he clung to Andrei, burying his head in his chest. At that moment, Milo didn't even care if Andrei was straight, he just needed the comfort.

Sympathy filled Andrei's eyes as Milo grabbed him. He just looked down at him, sighing softly as he raised his hands to Milo's back. The Russian just held onto him, rocking him slightly so as to calm him.
Alright FINALLY have this up!!!

The SUPER SUPER long awaited chapter 8!!!!

Here are the rest of the chapters for your enjoyment :)

Chapter One: [link]
Chapter Two:[link]
Chapter Three: [link]
Chapter Four: [link]
Chapter Five: [link]
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TheGirlCalledJef's avatar
ABOUT TIME! I may have to re read all this over crimbo if I have time and poor Milo!!!