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Day. An ordinary and unremarkable school day. Bumblebee quietly left the classroom as soon as the big break began. The boy did not go to the cafeteria because his mother simply refused to pay for meals. The student has long been accustomed to the fact that he will have to sit hungry until the end of lessons, and maybe he won't be able to eat anything at home because his mother is chasing after swill. The boy always had water available. He came to drink in the dining room from a cooler that stood right at the entrance. Bumblebee was bullied more than once by classmates and kids from other classes. The boy was too weak and small to fight back. The teachers didn't treat Bumblebee very well either because of his poor grades. The student had a poor understanding of algebra, geometry, physics and chemistry. The teacher explained well, but if the boy did not understand something, he was afraid to ask or ask to repeat an example or formula. Bumblebee, quiet and downtrodden, did not live in the best conditions. At home, dampness and cold became the culprits of frequent illnesses, an alcoholic mother often drove to the store for booze, Bumblebee dressed in old clothes from which he had already grown up. The boy's life was not a sugar one, but now we will talk about something else entirely.Today, classmates bullied Bumblebee again. The boy stumbled on the threshold of the school and fell painfully hitting his back. The other kids stood and laughed as their classmate got up and tried to pick up textbooks, notebooks, pens, and sheets of checkered paper from the asphalt, which heaped up from his school satchel. Finally, the boys kicked Bumblebee and ran off to watch a handball game. Bumblebee was trying to collect the leaves from the asphalt. Suddenly, an unknown man approached him and offered to help. The boy looked at the stranger with fright and, picking up his satchel, ran into the school building. The man looked after the child with incomprehension and continued to collect the sheets, reading along the way and looking at what was written and drawn on them. Kittens and other cute animals were painted on the paper. The stranger scanned the text with his eyes, but decided to postpone reading it. He couldn't be late now. Bumblebee ran into the school and rushed to the classroom, which was currently empty. Sitting down at his desk and catching his breath, the boy looked out the window. He saw a tall white-haired man coming up the steps of the school and opening the door and going inside. Bumblebee was scared of a stranger. He had heard about the new chemistry teacher. The boy knew that this man was the new teacher. The child just felt the changes. Outwardly, the stranger was handsome. His eyes were kind, and there was a slight caring smile on his face. There was nothing to be afraid of, but Bumblebee knew that it was these people who turned out to be bastards. The boy didn't trust anyone and didn't want to trust anyone. He was deceived and beaten many times, so his trust was lost. The student was huddled in a ball at his desk near the wall. He didn't understand why he was so scared. The boy buried his face in his skinny knees and closed his eyes. The child did not know what was ahead of him and did not want to know about it. Everything will probably stay the same as before if it doesn't get worse. It started to rain outside. The school day was coming to an end. There was only one lesson left-chemistry. Bumblebee didn't know the new teacher, but he was already afraid of him. The stranger looked to be in his forties. Usually, teachers at school who were forty or older could yell or lower their grades to the lowest possible level. Bumblebee was afraid of such people and did not like them. The boy's mother beat him for every bad grade. As a bad student, there were practically no fours or threes. The call brought Bumblebee out of his thoughts. The boy's classmates had already gathered in the classroom. Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Bumblebee slowly got up from his desk. The teacher entered the classroom carrying a textbook, a notebook with assignments and a list of students. The man was wearing dark trousers and a light sweater with black shoes. It was the middle of September, but it was already quite cold outside. The school wasn't that warm either because of the poor heating. - Good afternoon, students. My name is Optimus and as you have already understood, I will teach chemistry with you.- said the teacher.- Now tell me who is missing.- added Optimus. The class attendants looked around them and named those who were absent. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Arcie got up from her desk and turned the lock counterclockwise to open the door. Deputy Director Starscream looked into the classroom. He brought some documents and went up to the teacher's desk and began to talk about something with Optimus. - I'm sorry to interrupt, but what happened to the last chemistry teacher?Chitor asked. "So she died."Hot Rod said. - So that's who was standing warming his ears under the doors of the staff room.Starscream straightened up and frowned. - I'm sorry...Hot Rod said and looked away. The deputy tucked the stray brown strands behind his ears and left the classroom after talking to Optimus. - And so, let's move on to studying the material. What did you do in chemistry before that?The man asked. His voice was low and calm, a little hoarse. - We explained quite a bit.Arcie said.- A couple of textbook pages with definitions.- She added. "Then let's get started." Chemistry is a science about..- the teacher started asking questions. Bumblebee wasn't listening to him. The boy was staring at his notebook. He didn't want to be asked. The mother spent the whole evening chasing her son for booze and all kinds of snacks. The child did not get enough sleep and was not ready for the lesson. Suddenly, a massive hand was placed on Bumblebee's shoulder. The boy raised his head. Optimus was looking at him. There was no severity or anger in the man's gaze. The teacher adjusted his glasses on his nose and looked at Bumblebee's notebook. Will they see a clean U- turn ?: - Can't you take dictation?The voice was calm and even with notes of warmth and kindness. "N-no," I said...Bumblebee squeaked. Optimus noticed a bruise on the boy's collarbone. Under the thin shirt, the injury on the child's body was perfectly visible. - Come to my office when the lesson is over. I'll be waiting for you on the third floor.Optimus whispered. The bell rang, the teacher left, and the students began to pack their backpacks and disperse. Bumblebee went up to the third floor of the school. He had only been here in geography class. Looking around, the boy saw the chemistry teacher walking, who was already approaching him. The man motioned for her to follow him. Bumblebee followed Optimus. Turning the corner, they found themselves near the teacher's office. The man opened the door and let the younger one through, then closed the door behind him. Optimus's office was quite cozy. Along one wall there was a shelf with books and various documents, and on the opposite side there was a soft sofa with a folded blanket. The teacher sat down on the sofa, inviting the student to follow him. Bumblebee obediently sat down next to the elder. * Is he being beaten at home?* thought Optimus and felt his heart begin to pound harder and harder in his chest. The boy sat huddled next to the teacher. He was a little scared and had a lot of questions. "Bumblebee, if I'm not mistaken, where did you get that bruise on your collarbone?" The elder asked, looking worriedly at his student. Bumblebee looked at Optimus and replied: - Fell... - Fell?- the elder was surprised.- Please tell me the truth, don't be afraid. Bumblebee paused and finally said: - They beat me at home.The younger's voice was shaking violently. - And who beat it, if it's not a secret?The teacher asked again. "M-ma-ma was chasing me for a drink." - the child replied and fixed his gaze on the floor. My collarbone hurt, and my head wasn't thinking much. Bumblebee snuggled up to Optimus and closed his eyes. The child was already hearing the elder's speech poorly. He was slowly sinking into sleep or fainting. In the end, Bumblebee could no longer hear anything and saw only darkness in front of him. The boy woke up in Optimus's office, covered with a blanket and lying on the couch. Optimus himself was sitting next to him on the edge of the sofa, stroking the child's hand. "Poor kid.Optimus whispered and kissed Bumblebee on the forehead. The boy was a little scared, but then realized that this was a manifestation of affection. The student took the teacher's hand. Optimus turned around and looked at Bumblebee with a smile. The boy turned to the wall and closed his eyes again, but sleep wouldn't come. The younger one wondered why the teacher kissed him so gently on the forehead. The child rubbed his head, pushed these thoughts away from himself and got up from the couch, picked up his backpack and headed for the door. Bumblebee's cheeks turned red. Optimus's voice came from behind him: - Take care of yourself.- when the boy turned around, he met the teacher's worried gaze. Bumblebee just nodded his head and left the office. The boy quickly ran down the stairs. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he knew that at home his mother would give him a cradle and chase him for a drink. Running out of school, the boy raced along the sidewalk and after a few meters turned onto another street that led to the outskirts of the city. There was no light on in any of the windows of the house. The windows were either curtained or completely bricked up. Many houses have not been inhabited for a long time. The old chapel was frightening with its dark, sooty appearance. Bumblebee approached his house. The basement door was open. The boy quickly slipped into his apartment. It was very cold at home. The rain outside had already stopped, but a cold north wind was blowing. The boy went into the hall and closed the window, then went into the kitchen and also closed the window there. But it didn't really help. The window frames were wooden and old. Cold air easily penetrates into the tunnels. Bumblebee looked around the house and realized that his mother was gone. The boy exhaled, because he knew that his mother could return in a day or two, or she could disappear for weeks. Bumblebee lay down on the couch and turned on the radio. It wasn't loud, but you could make out the lyrics. I kiss you, my sweet boy. God you're so gentle. I want to be withe you forever. I love you with all my heart All I won't give it to anoyne. Oh my sweet boy, I love you with all my heart. I want to be with you forever. You fill into my soul the first time we met. Oh my sweet boy I love you. I won't give it to anoyne. We will kiss every day in our bad. I love you. Bumblebee didn't listen any further. The song was sung by a man. The singer's voice was as calm and low as Optimus's. Bumblebee didn't know why he liked the song. He felt warmth in his soul when he listened to it. The song was about a boy who fell in love with a man who was also a singer. The boy turned off the radio and fell asleep. He dreamed of how he and Optimus were walking through a wonderful forest. Veridian-colored firs grew along the path along which the lovers walked. The silence was broken only by rare animals that jumped out of the bushes. The forest smelled of pine needles. The boy could watch this dream forever, but he was woken up. The smell of meat soup came from the kitchen. Bumblebee got up from the couch. The boy's aunt and her husband appeared in the doorway.- You're already awake. Let's go have dinner, - Quinn said. - Honey, I'm going to go to the store to get new plates. - Ashley said and kissed Quinn on the cheek.- My sister was being naughty again. - Quinn sighed and went to the kitchen. Bumblebee followed her. Ashley promised to come back soon and left.- I thought you were busy with your business in Reykjavik and wouldn't be back for a long time. - Bumblebee said.- Ashley and I decided to take a vacation and come to our native Vic. - Quinn answered. - And it looks like we arrived just in time. - she added.- I see. - Bumblebee said. There was a slam of the door. It was Ashley. He returned with the dishes. Quinn washed the plates and poured meat soup into them and put them on the table. Dinner passed in silence. Then Quinn, Ashley and Bumblebee went about their business. Quinn cleaned the kitchen and the house. She threw out all the bottles of alcohol. Ashley helped wash the floor and shake out the trash from the furniture and from her. Quinn and Ashley also helped Bumblebee do his homework. Then Aunt Bumblebee turned on the radio. After tuning it, the same song that Bumblebee listened to during the day played. Ashley tuned the radio to another channel. They were broadcasting the news. The woman's voice sounded too monotonous and emotionless. Ashley sat in a chair and read a book, Bumblebee looked out the window at the mountains and listened to the news with half an ear. Quinn emptied the junk in the closet.- Mom won't like it if you throw all this out of the closet. - Bumblebee said, distracted from the view of the mountains.- How can I tell you. - Quinn said.- Do you mean to say that Mom is gone? - the boy asked.- How did you guess? - Ashley was surprised. -Her alcoholism was bound to lead to death someday, - Bumblebee answered and looked back at the mountains outside the window. -Will you be my guardians now?-Yes, - Quinn and Ashley answered in unison.-Did Mom die when I was at school? - the boy asked.-Yes, - Quinn answered.-I see, - Bumblebee said and stood up from his chair. The boy hugged Ashley first, and then Quinn. Three months have passed since Orla's (Bumblebee's mother) death.The boy was not hurt by his mother's death.He had suffered a lot from her and there had been no love for a long time.He stopped being afraid of the chemistry teacher and was embarrassed. Bumblebee visited Optimus every day after school. On weekends, the teacher went to Reykjavik. Quinn and Ashley were Bumblebee's guardians for now. During these three months, the boy managed to fall in love. But he was not in love with a girl, but with a man who was twenty-five years older than him. Bumblebee remembers their first kiss. It was back in early November. On Friday, the student came to Optimus again. Then Ashley and Quinn were getting ready to leave for Reykjavik. They wanted to take Bumblebee with them, but the boy did not want to leave his hometown of Vik. So, Bumblebee sat down on the couch in the teacher's office. Optimus sat down next to him. The boy moved closer to the man. The teacher hugged his student around the waist. Bumblebee's cheeks blushed. Optimus turned the boy's face towards him and kissed him on the lips. It was the child's first kiss. So warm and tender, full of love. The man deepened his kiss. Their tongues intertwined in a loving dance. Optimus's tongue explored Bumblebee's mouth. Eventually, both ran out of air. They had to pull away. Bumblebee, just like Optimus, was blushing. The boy put his palms on the teacher's cheeks and, moving even closer, began kissing the teacher. The man closed his eyes and smiled. He had never felt so good. Eventually, they both fell onto the couch. Optimus hugged Bumblebee. The student and the teacher fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke up, it was already getting dark outside. Bumblebee kissed Optimus and got ready to go home. At home, the boy was met by worried Quinn and Ashley. They asked where he had been. Bumblebee replied that he had been detained at school.Time passed, Bumblebee grew and his perception of the world changed, but he continued to love his teacher. The elder fell ill. Bumblebee began to look after him. They went to Reykjavik together to consult with good doctors. As it turned out, the elder had a common cold, but something else was discovered. Bumblebee learned that Optimus had back problems.- I've already gotten used to frequent lower back pain, which doesn't bother me at all, - said the elder.- All the same, you need peace and warmth, as well as follow a regimen and eat more nutritious and healthy food, - Bumblebee said and hugged the elder. Arriving home, Optimus changed into home clothes and went to bed. Bumblebee prepared chicken broth and also came into the room. Optimus drank the broth little by little and began to fall asleep. Bumblebee lay down next to him and, hugging his lover, began to hum a simple melody of a song that he had once heard on the radio. Optimus began to hum quietly in a hoarse voice. I kiss you, my sweet boy. God you're so gentle. I want to be with you forever. I love you with all my heart. All I won't give it to anoyne. Oh my sweet boy, I love you with my heart. I want to be with you forever. You fill into my soel the first time the met. Oh my sweet boy I love you.I won't give it to anoyne. We will kiss every day in our bad. I love you. Optimus smiled and kissed Bumblebee on the nose.- I wrote this song. It was intended for a loved one and you became that person. Optimus hugged Bumblebee and fell asleep. The boy also fell asleep, warmed in the arms of his beloved teacher.