Chapter 3: “I need to stay here for a bit, you know?”
Luca and Tav lived directly across the street from each other in a street of redbrick terraced houses in south-west Sheffield, and had ever since they were seven years old.
That wasn’t quite how it had begun. Tav’s mam had managed to keep him at his old primary school, so the move and new baby Becky wouldn’t unsettle him too much, so he had been peripherally aware of Luca and the noisy, half-Italian family across the street, but he hadn’t known Luca proper.
Then they had been eleven years old and ended up in the same secondary school. They’d started walking to school together with Luca’s best friend Aaron Kowalski from the nice houses on Psalter Lane, and then when Aaron met Emily Stubbs and started walking her to school instead, it had been just them.
They’d been thirteen years old. And that was how it had begun—as friends, before boyfriends.
They were seventeen now, and nearly three years into this whole boyfriends thing, and it meant Tav was hyperaware of people coming and going from the house directly across the street. When the car door slammed at half past ten in the morning, he was up out of bed in a heartbeat. When he looked out and saw Luca’s dad hefting a bag out of the boot, and Luca being helped in through the front door by Antonio, Tav left the bed entirely and bolted into the bathroom.
Luca was home. And Tav had had the worst’s night sleep ever.