STILES

There comes a moment in life, when you have to face your greatest challenge ever, and right now, this was my moment. I couldnt bear this anymore. I could feel the dense air, as it brushed my skin, looking up, I could see my reflection, on the glass door- it looked back at me, brown scattered hair, blie eyes, pointed noseI think it was in-between pointed and smashed like an egg, and pale lips. sighing, I could see, my fallen shoulders, already telling battles of the present ordeal and torture, my body especially my ears were being subjected to.

But what could I do, but to smile, and nod my head, at every single sentence, so that she would know that I am paying attention, after all she was sweet and I didnt want her to think that she was a bother and all, I wanted to do, was plug some air pods, in my ears, but that isnt the best way on how to act towards my mother, am I right?

I kept staring at my mum, not knowing what to say. She was blabbing about one of her friend that did surgical operation on her breasts. Women and gossips, I will never get to see, and understand, what they derive from it. Seeing my mother gossip I shouldnt probably call it that, should I? made her happy and to be glowing, that I knew instantly, I had to pay a little bit attention, not to make her sad. It was once in a while, she smiled, much less glowed, and I wanted it to last for a little while longer.

"...and I kept telling Angela. 'Don't do it, your breast is perfect the way it is. It isn't that small.' But Angela wouldn't listen, now her left boob is bigger than her right one." She finished her story and shook her head in pity. I had to pull, myself from, my little world, seeing my mother had stopped talking and was reaching for the glass of water. This was an opportunity for me, to pitch in, something, anythingand of course I said something stupid.

"Is Angela the one with the red hair?" I asked, holding my breath, it was a stupid question, yes I know. I shouldnt have said that. Come on seriously, what are you saying? I scolded myself as I waited for my mum to drop the glass cup and reply.

"No, that is Brenda. Speaking about Brenda, do you know her red hair isn't natural? If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known..." And she started another story about Brenda. My mum and I were very close, since Kyle hasn't been back in years and my Dad is always away on "business trips". It was always just my mum and I. always have been, always will be. Come sunlight, rain, hail, and volcanoes. Also, scratching that out, let us just stick to rain, and sunlight.

We tell each other everything, which was why I know about most of her friends and she knows all of my friends. We spend a lot of time with each other, telling the other about how our day went. I never keep anything away from her, till now. I do not know how to tell my mother that the man she calls her husband, who she thinks is on a business trip is actually shoving his business deep into another woman. I also can't tell her about Alex, because I know my mum won't love me any less if she found out about my preferred gender, but I do not want to put any stress on her right now. She has lost one son, and I am the only one she has left. I know my Dad wouldn't hesitate to kick me out of the house too if he found out and it'd just be her left, alone. And that couldnt possibly happen, not on my watch, not at all.

"Stiles, is something wrong? You look worried."  She asked, as she held her palm, against my forehead taking my temperature. Geez, what was I4? I knew how to tell if I was sick, but my mum, wouldnt believe me. She still thinks I am that little kid, who loved wearing her clothes and walking in heels, more than half bigger than me. Chuckling at the memory, I chuckled as I replied.

"No, I was just thinking about something. It is not important."  I said waving her fears off, and hopefully mine at the same time.

"Okay, dear. Speaking of things that are important, you should go to school. You don't want to be late, do you?" She said as she carried both plates we used to eat breakfast to the kitchen. I stood up and grabbed my bag which was lying down lazily on the floor.

"Later mum," I said and started heading for the door. I couldnt bear leaving her alone, in the big house, without an inkling of how to spend her day, but I possibly couldnt skip school to stay with her, hell she wont even allow, she will drag me to the school, by my ears, and I knew mostly that she needed the alone time, to cry, possibly about what her husband is doing, but she did cry, every day, that I got tired of watching her break down

"Take care, love you!" She yelled, blowing me a kiss, that I accepted with both hands.

"You too," I replied, smiling at her, as she smiled at me too, before facing the dishwasher.

I closed the door behind me and walked towards my red convertible, got in and started driving to school. Who was that woman with my Dad? I didn't really care about her identity but I wanted to know what my Dad saw in her that was so special he had to cheat on his wife. I so badly wanted to gather enough evidence on his infidelity and show it to my mum. He doesn't deserve someone like her.

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SIMON

I opened my eyes to be met with green eyes staring at me. "You know it is creepy to watch people while they sleep," I said, scrubbing my tired eyes. God, I felt fucking tired, like someone just squeeze out my lungs from, my body and spine cord, leaving me breathless and paralyzed. All I felt like doing was to sleep, again, but that wasnt possible, due to the hefty geek, beside me.

"That doesn't apply in situations like this." He said as he brought his head closer to mine. He stared at my lips, as I watched him come closer and closer towards mine, before I quickly interrupted it, before something would start, and wouldnt be able to finish it.

"I think it applies to all...wait a minute, what are you doing here?" I sat up quickly and suddenly felt a strong pain in my buttocks. The memory of last night immediately came flooding back. OMG! I had sex with Damon last night. Damon and I did the do, and that was when realization of the situation we were in right now hit me. I was in bed naked with Damon by my side and my entire family was downstairs. O lord! And school, I had to get up and prepare for school!

"Damon, you have to..." The words in my mouth froze when I saw something poking pushing up my blankets. "Damon," I called pushing him away. I couldnt believe this guy at this minute, we are in this shit and all he could think about is.

"Yeah?" Damon said half giving me the puppy eyes for me to crave, as he kept trying to pull me, towards his body.

"Please tell me that is just morning wood." I said mentally palm facing myself. God, give me the strength, not to murder this beautiful and sexy masterpiece that you created beside me, this morning.

"I can't." he said in a low tune, that I had to turn and look at him, confused at why he would say such a thing.

"Why?" I said, looking into his clear eyes, hoping to get answers from it, and also half hoping that I would get lost in them, forever.

"It isn't." he replied as I rolled my eyes, groaning like a pregnant cow, in labor. Do not ask me, how I know this.

"You have to be kidding me, Damon. Get rid of that! We have to prepare for school, so, get up and go take your bath. I will go in after you." I turned to the other side, using the blankets to cover my naked body, while I searched around for my boxers. I felt movement on the bed and turned around.

"Damon, you can't just walk around naked." I covered my eyes immediately but the image was still stuck in my head. "Go to the bathroom, Damon. Have you gone...Damon!" I shouted as I felt his presence near me.

"Why don't we go shower together, you know to save time and water?" He said, kissing my neck, as my breath hitched, badly wanting to take him up on those words, but controlled myself a bit. He is the pervert here and not me.

"No, thank you. If I follow you, I have the feeling we would be doing something else rather than having a shower." I said raising an eyebrow as I pushed him from, my body to get some space between us, as he resisted my push and held my hands tightly before looking in my eyes.

"True." He said in a heartbeat as I gulped down, different sporadic thoughts running through my brain.

"You're not even denying it." I turned my face away from him, my cheeks heating up at the image of Damon and I together in the shower.

"Come on, since your butt hurts, I will help you take care of it." He said and started lifting me up from the bed and carrying me towards the bathroom in bridal style. In another situation, I would have shouted at him to drop me down but my butt did hurt and I kind of liked being in his arms. As soon as the door shut behind us, Damon laid lips on mine and I forgot about everythingshower, school, even my family, who may be downstairs already.

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Later, we came downstairs. I was limping and trying my best to walk normally so my familywho had all returnedwouldn't notice, but that only made it more noticeable. So, I came up with a lie to tell them.

"Morning, mum. Morning Dad." I greeted my parents. They both looked at me, scrutinizing me from head to toe, as usual as I subconsciously waited for their report, whether I was good to go, or not. I dont think that they have noticed Damon, yet at my back, who was drawing invincible doodles, on my back with his fingers.

"Morning, son." They both replied.

"Good morning." Damon greeted my parents and both their heads shut up from the sound of Damon's voice.

"Morning dear. Simon, who is your friend?"

"This is Damon, he is my classmate. We were working on a project late in the night and didn't know when we slept off." I said, half choking at my words, well we did sleep together, much less of, beside and more on in, each other. I could feel my cheeks burning up, as I suck on the insides of my cheeks. A blush was what I couldnt risk at a moment like this.

"Nice to meet you, dear. It is always nice to meet a friend of Simon, come join us for breakfast."

"Come sit down," Dad said and gestured with his right hand towards the dining table.

"Don't worry Dad, we are already late for school. We should start going." I said and started dragging Damon with me towards the door. I can't afford being late for school again.

"Simmy, good morning!" I heard a tiny voice shout and looked up to see Sylvia coming down with the twins who were already running towards me. I was quite sure the main reason was because they were curious about Damon.

"Now, now, leave Simon you two. Simon has to go to school." Mum called out to them, but they didn't listen and jumped on me with a hug. I crouched down to their sides and ruffled their hair.

"Come here, you little chipmunks." I brought them in for another hug. When they were satisfied, they turned to Damon.

"Who are you?" Adrian asked as they both looked up at Damon.

"Hi, I am Damon, a friend of your brother," He said, smiling.

"I am Adrian and this is my sister, Adrianna. We are twins."

"Yeah, and you are also very cute." He said, playing with their cheeks as they giggled.

"Okay, guys. Damon and I have to go." I held Damon by the wrist as we walked to the door.

"Simon, why are you walking funny?" Adrianna asked, and my whole family turned to look at me.

"Yeah, Simon. I have noticed that, what is wrong with your leg?" Damon had the guts to ask, acting so innocently.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just fell down and twisted my ankle a bit. I am fine." That's the lie I came up with and I hoped they believed me, they had to. They couldn't just possibly think the reason I was walking funny was because I had sex last night.

"You have to be more careful, Simon." My dad said with a look of concern written all over his face. He obvious bought my lie.

"Yeah, I will be. I have to go now." And finally, I was allowed to walk out of my house with no disturbance.

"I hate you," I said as I got into Damon's car. I had sent a text to Alex earlier telling him I would catch a ride with Damon.

"No, you don't."

"Well, I wish I do."

"No, you don't."

"Just drive!" I snapped.