HATE BIRTHDAYS.

Chapter 5.

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The soft music sung by the birds was something Sky would never get used to. He laid comfortably on his bed, blinking and trying to remember what day it is again. He hates birthdays, especially his own. The only reason he leaves his room on his birthdays was because of certain green eyes. Sky has always been drawn to the older boy, all he's ever wanted to do was please Stefan, be with him, talk to him and touch him whenever he could. Sky has no idea why he feels and wants those things from his big brother, but deep down he knew he craved the older boy in more ways than his innocent mind could put together. 

One time Stefan's family and his were at Grandma's having a tea party. Their mothers and Grandma had baked so many pastries which seems to be Bella's favorite too, they had eaten too much sugar that day, that they were all on a sugar high. Sky always remembered sitting with Stefan in a small armchair their Grandma sits on whenever she wanted to knit and since he Sky wouldn't be anywhere that doesn't have Stefan in it, he had insisted he squeezed in that chair with the older boy. Stefan would give him anything, he would make him get away with anything, Stefan was always so overprotective of him. Stefan had taught him everything he knew. How to be brave, to fight back against those who tried to bully him, even those he was older than. Stefan didn't like to see him cry. He looked up to Stefan and he always had the desire to obey, listen, please, and all that would make the older boy happy. 

They sat on that chair hand in hand they held onto each other, a huge smile was on Sky's lips as they watched their mothers and Grandma clean up the mess and wash the dishes. Sky's father had left a few minutes later but before he left, he went into the kitchen and kissed his mother. Stefan had squeezed his hand a little harder when he saw that and Sky had looked up in time to see Stefan staring down at him. At that moment Sky had wanted nothing more than for Stefan to kiss him like that, to always kiss him like that. But he never understood why Stefan wouldn't. He just looked at him and then stood up and left him seated on that chair alone. Sky had secretly cried a few tears so Stefan wouldn't see him cry. 

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The ten years old blew out air from his mouth and sat up straight, his hands rubbing lazily at his eyes. Sky got up and went into his bathroom for a shower. Once he tested the water temperature he stepped into the warm spray, he closed his eyes remembering what present Stefan had given him on his last birthday. 

It was a very beautiful wristwatch, he remembered wearing that watch everywhere until he had forgotten he had it on and had jumped into the pool just because Stefan had asked him to come to swim with him. He would always obey Stefan's every command. They had swum for good measures before he knew his watch was on his wrist, he jumped out of the water and took it off, and while trying to dry it off, it fell on the concrete floor and broke. Sky had cried so hard that day, that nothing anyone said could get to him and make him stop, even when he saw Stefan clenching his chest in pain, Sky had cried on. Until Stefan after so much struggle got out of the pool and with shaky hands removed his watch and gave it to him instead. Sky's wrist couldn't fit into the watch but he took it and kept it safe in a box among the things he treasured most. 

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Sky opened his eyes as the water reached its peak, he stepped out and took his towel to dry off. Taking in his appearance in the mirror, he looked nothing like Stefan, although they share the same hair color.

That's about it.

Stefan was gorgeous for sixteen years old, his cat-like green eyes that glowed when he was smiling or smirking. The way his honey brown hair swept across his forehead barely touching the surface of his dark, flawless well-sculpted eyebrows, his chiseled nose that leads down to two beautiful plump lips that could rival any girl any day. Sky has always wondered what they would feel like pressed against him, he knew he had a problem. He didn't want to be thinking this thought about his brother, but somehow he just couldn't help it.

"Maybe it will pass," He thought out loud, looking at himself in the mirror. "Maybe it's a phase." He honestly wanted it to be so. Sky knew if it turned out not to be, Stefan would never want him that way.  He knew he had nothing on his beautiful Fanny. Sky smiled at the nickname, that was his first word as a baby. Every time he heard someone call Stefan, all he would let out was Fanny, no matter how hard he tried.

Just like Stefan had given him the name Sky and in all honesty, he wouldn't want to be called by another. The name Fanny has stuck with him until now, but Stefan wouldn't let anyone else call him by that name. The thought that only Sky gets to call him by that name, gives the younger boy a sense of ownership like Stefan was his and his alone. Even his sister doesn't call him by that name.

No one else does. 

Just him.