Chapter 5 Five

That was when he heard the sound of the police car. All the goons had their bones broken, they could not even get up.

"Who called the police?" Alan asked, impatiently.

"What do we do now?" Oliver panicked. Alan punched Oliver and tied him back on the chair.

"What are you doing? Brother!" Oliver panicked.

"Shh! Pretend to be unconscious," Alan said then tied himself up with the chair as well. "When you can't escape the police, be the victim and the police will help you escape. This is exactly what I am doing. I hope it works. But who called the police. I think it's what I should have done. Police probably didn't come on their own. If not Oliver then who called them?"

The police got down from their car and searched the indoors.

Charlie took this opportunity to get back his bike and waited at a safe distance to see the outcome of his plan.

The police arrested all the goons and safely rescued Alan and Oliver, at least this is what they satisfied themselves with, so be it.

Alan pretended to be hurt and dizzy, same for Oliver. He looked around to see just in case he saw the person who called the police.

Indeed, his eyes met Charlie's, who immediately wore his helmet and rode away on his bike.

That boy again. Who is he? What's up with him? Did he call the police? But why?

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"So all of you are trying to tell me that this innocent child who was unconscious, tied to a chair by you, broke all of your bones?" The Policeman questioned the gangsters.

"Yes!" All of them said in unison looking at Alan who was sitting so innocently that he didn't even know how to kill a mosquito from mosquito repellent.

Such a waste of time and energy. Aah! God knows when their interrogation will end. I want to sleep after wasting my energy on breaking their bones. I bet they have osteoporosis, how can someone's bone break so easily? Idiots suffering from malnutrition, Alan thought.

Alan looked at his younger brother Oliver. I will have to tell dad about this, otherwise, this stupid is going to destroy his life trying to be a bad boy. God knows what's so special about being a bad boy.

I can barely be a boy.

Bad Boy!? My Foot!

"Brother! Why are you staring at me like that?" Oliver asked.

Alan just rolled his eyes and said nothing.

The police continued with their interrogation for quite some time and then they let Alan and Oliver go since they were innocent.

Seriously! Alan just broke all of their bones but still, no problem Alan was innocent so he was innocent. No brainstorming over it.

"Brother! Thank you for helping me today. I seriously didn't think that you would come. Thanks, bro!" Oliver said, elbowing Alan who tossed his bag to Oliver.

I am seriously insane. Why did I waste so much energy? I wish there was no gravity on earth, I am wastefully wasting my energy walking. Why is there this fxcking friction? That makes me spend even more energy while walking. Useless! Everything is so useless. Now in college too there will be an interrogation. Aah! I don't want to waste my energy anymore. Can I just lie on this road, this road looks like such a divine place to sleep.

Alan crouched down and started caressing the road.

"Brother! What are you doing?" Oliver picked Alan on his back, giving him a piggyback ride.

"You will do all my work for the next five months," Alan whispered in Oliver's ears, enjoying the piggyback ride.

"Brother saved my life, I will do everything for you," Oliver said and walked with his elder brother on his back.

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Next day - college:

"Is this a college or a backyard?" The principal asked Charlie and Alan, standing in front of him.

"I guess, a college," Charlie said. Meanwhile, Alan just stood with an impassive face.

The principal banged his desk, "how dare you just walk out of the college, get kidnapped by some goons and then come back the next day as nothing happened?"

It wasn't like I wanted to get kidnapped or something, Alan thought but didn't say it out loud. Not because he was afraid of trouble but because he was afraid of getting tired because of the trouble.

"But I wasn't kidnapped," Charlie said.

"Dare you to speak again," the Principal shouted. Charlie dared, "I wasn't kidnapped."

"Charlie Swift! You have always been a pain in my neck. You... *Bla Bla Bla*" After a lecture of one and a half hours, Charlie and Alan came out of the principal's cabin.

Charlie looked at Alan, who was expressionless.

What? No expression! Nothing at all! Not even a small thanks? My Goodness. This boy is so unreadable. What exactly goes on in his mind? Charlie thought and walked to his class that was in the opposite direction of Alan's.

Such a waste of time and energy. I just want to sleep. The next class is designing. Aah, I can sleep in peace for a few hours now.

A small smile appeared on Alan's face just by thinking about sleeping.

What to do with this boy? He is just a -

Potato!

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Alan was sleeping in the class, as usual. Then suddenly he remembered that he had a painting class the next day. He all of a sudden got up startling a few students sitting around him.

Oh no! There's a painting class tomorrow. The teacher asked me to find a model and I haven't found one yet. What should I do? Ah! Right that Bermuda square. This is what excited me a little, not so much, but still, little is also excess for me.

After the class, Alan straight away ran to Bermuda square and started making a rough sketch of the place.

Charlie didn't go home that day since he wasn't allowed to talk to his group outside college nor be with them, he just went to the Bermuda square on his own.

Alan was on the entrance side of the square and Charlie on the exit side.

Charlie laid down on the sofa that he had brought there and fallen asleep, covering his face with his jacket. Meanwhile, Alan had completed his sketch and had to paint it on a large canvas.

Alan was about to leave through the exit when his eyes fell on Charlie, of course, Alan didn't even know his name. All he knew about Charlie was - this boy, that boy, strange boy, uselessly wasting my energy boy, the boy who called the police, etc.

Somehow the scene Alan saw, a boy sleeping on the sofa with one long leg with tight-fitting jeans and another hanging from it. Collar opened giving just a glimpse of the collarbone and chest. One hand on the abdomen and the other hanging from the sofa. The background was a vivid design of spray painting with a mix of colours and designs.

Alan was captivated by the view, he unconsciously walked towards the sofa and wanted to see the face of the boy lying sexily on the sofa.

There was a huge sound that woke up both of them. Before Charlie could remove his jacket and see Alan, he ran away as fast as he could, leaving behind his brush that he dropped by mistake.

Charlie woke up and looked tense, "who is there? "

Was there the invader again? I knew it! I knew there... Charlie's eyes went on the brush that Alan had dropped. He got up and picked up the brush.

I have the proof now. I will catch you, you invade and tighten all your screws. Nobody dares to invade my personal space without my permission.

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"It's tomorrow. Yeah! Yeah! Sure of course! We will take good care of your son. Your son is my son. Don't worry, go without tension. I will take care of your son," Blake talked to his friend on call.

What the hell? Do I even have personal space? Invaders in my hideouts, invaders at my home, invaders in my life. I will screw all the invaders.

"Your son is so disciplined and focused. I am sure my son will learn a few good etiquettes from your son. Yeah! Sure! You can drop him at my home tomorrow morning and leave for the airport. Yeah yeah, no problem. Ok. Ok. See you tomorrow," Blake looked happy for, first time in decades.

"Charlie! You will get a friend tomorrow. I am so excited for him to come into our life," Blake was acting mysteriously strange.

Strange as always. Why is he so happy about bringing a friend's son to his home? What storms are storming in his mind now?

Charlie concentrated on eating and finished up his dinner.

"Charlie! Wake up early tomorrow. You will be excited to meet your... your friend," Blake said.

"It's Sunday tomorrow," Charlie said, bluntly.

"Wake up early. Do you want to unblock your card or..."

"Early morning it is then, I will wake up."

Blake smirked and looked excited and happy for his son and his friend's son.