Adolfo

I was tired. It’d been a long day, and Carlo was chilling with me in the living room. That was when all hell broke loose.

Alessandro walked in, looking like shit and smelling like it too. Carlo rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. He wanted to go to his room to be as far away from Alessandro as possible. 

“Wait!” I said as I grabbed his arm.

My worst fear—us falling apart again—was staring me in the eye. I didn’t want the past to repeat itself, so I did the only thing I knew how. I made sure that they both got over whatever was bugging them. ...