"Thank you" he smiled. He sat on the floor beside me. I took hold of his hand, and noticed that I was becoming more and more accepting of my feelings for him.
He started to stroke my face, and I tilt my head to let him cradle my head with his hand.
He suddenly kissed me, and I smiled at the spontaneity, and enjoyed the warm feelings spread.
He eventually broke away, and I hugged him hard.
"I love hugs, but no one gives me any" I heard him softly say over my shoulder.
"Me too" I smiled, stroking his hair. "We'll hug more, I promise."
He sat back and grinned.
"Your smile is beautiful" I said dreamily, getting lost in his eyes.
"You are beautiful."
"You're my Romeo."
"I have never received such an amazing compliment."
"That's when you're supposed to say that you're my Juliet" I laughed. He embarrassedly chuckled.
I shook my head.
"Doesn't matter. It's cute."
He looked happily embarrassed. I was going to kiss his cheek, but a knock came from the door. Mum and James walked in, and I glanced at a now aggravated Hugo.
I shuffled around to face mum and James, whilst Hugo stayed in the same position.
"Yes?" Hugo coldly asked.
"Hugo, would you quit being stroppy" James scowled.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. I could see now what Hugo meant when he said that James didn't care.
Hugo sucked in his cheeks and looked away in annoyance.
James angrily sighed.
"Well then, what did your friends say about this.. situation?"
Hugo quickly got up and went menacingly close to James' face.
"I don't have any friends, God dammit! If you bloody well listened for once in your life, you'd know!"
Hugo stood there, fists clenched, body tense, breathing heavily.
James kept his stare focused at Hugo's eyes, but still looked slightly surprised.
I gently forced my hand into Hugos', and tugged.
"C'mon, Hugo.. Sit down."
He sat sat cross-legged and sullen, like a three year old having a tantrum. If it wasn't for the atmosphere, I would've laughed.
"Look, we obviously know that you two aren't related" mum began.
"Then what's the problem?" I asked.
"We just don't want you two getting bullied in school about it."
"I've been bullied my whole life, mum!" I blurted out.
My eyes widened at the realisation at what I just said.
"What?" she asked tearily.
"I.. I've been bullied ever since I started school" I whispered.
"Why.. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say?"
I looked down, staying silent.
"Tell me, Em" she said, almost angrily, her voice quivering.
"They.. People called me the accident.." I stammered reluctantly.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me-"
"They called me that because everyone knew that you had had me at fifteen, mum!" My vision misted. "I didn't tell you because.. I knew it'd hurt you..."
"Did your friends never stick up for you?"
"I never had any friends, mum!" I said impatiently. "Why do you think I never had any friends over, or never went out, or even talk about anyone?"
"I'm so sorry, babes" she said sadly.
I bit my lip. I couldn't exactly say that it wasn't her fault.
"I just.. Wish that you had said" she added quietly.
"I didn't want you to know."
She sighed, and came over, sitting beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, rocking me. A few tears escaped as I held on to her. I looked behind me to see Hugo watching us, looking somewhat jealous.
"Hugo, you must have some friends" James then said matter-of-factly.
I was really starting to dislike James. He didn't care about Hugo, and that was really bothering me.
"No, I don't and I never have" Hugo spat, standing up again.
"What, so they just left you alone for no reason?" James asked sarcastically asked.
Hugo bared his teeth.
"If you must know, people said mum had an affair when she was pregnant with Lacey, so that we're like twins. They call me crossbred because I'm tanned and she's pale."
I saw his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I understood and felt his pain, but James didn't.
"You expect me to believe that? I think Lacey would notice."
"Lacey thinks that the world revolves around her. She doesn't care what happens to me" he snarled.
"Hugo, stop it, now! Why make up that vulgar story about your mother? Is it a chat up line or attention seeking?" he asked nastily.
"You're such a jerk!" Hugo yelled in his face. "I hate school and everyone in it! And I would never make that up about mum! I loved her so damn much, and you know that!"
Tears poured down his face and James rolled his eyes.
"Man up, Hugo."
"James!" mum snapped warningly. "He's allowed emotions, and it looks like he's telling the truth."
"We'll talk about this later" James said menacingly, and stormed out.
"I'm sorry, you two. Don't mind your dad, Hugo. He just has.. a weird way of showing he cares" she cringed. She kissed my forehead, and touched Hugo's arm, and then left.
I ignored the shouting I could hear from mum and James, and turned my attention to Hugo. He was still standing in the same position, but silent tears rolled down his cheeks to his chin, and he was shaking.
"It's over, Hugo" I said softly, taking hold of his hand. "It's over." I stood up, and he started to sob, burying into me. I couldn't take his weight, so we sat on the floor again. He continued sobbing into my neck. I rested my head on his, quietly sobbing with him.
I couldn't believe how much of a douche James was to Hugo.
And I couldn't believe that I had finally told mum that she was the cause of my misery for all those years.