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Chapter 1

    Heyyyy thanks for reading this if ur here from my tik tok :)) I took a part from the middle of this story and posted it so its not gonna get that intense immediately and the first chapter is a bit of a slow burn but it gives some important exposition :)

      “Will I see you again?” I asked. He looked at me and sighed.

      “Honestly dude, you’re really cool and all but I really owe it to her to work things out. We can still be friends though,” If I’ve heard that once, I’ve heard it a million times. It’s incredibly common that a guy will have such a horrible breakup that he realizes he’s actually attracted to guys, go on Grindr and have a hookup, and then get scared and run away when they realize they actually liked it. I’ve gotten used to it at this point.

     “Well, when that doesn’t work and you wanna link again,” I got out of the car and leaned on the door. “You know how to find me,” I said before closing the door behind me. 

     When I walked into the house, I was greeted by the sweet smell of Quentin’s mother’s favorite Italian meal, spaghetti. His mom was so happy when I moved in because she finally had another person in the house who liked spaghetti, justifying her to make it more. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about it. 

     “Ty? Is that you?” Q’s mom called from the kitchen.

     “Yeah it’s me!”

     “Oh good, you’re just in time!” She walked into the foyer to greet me with a hug. “Go grab Q and Avery, I just finished dinner.” 

     “Got it, be right back,”

     “You reek of weed by the way!” She called after me. I laughed as I ran up their beautiful spiral staircase. It was surprising she could even pick that out because it smelled like a fucking dispensary upstairs. I looked at all the family pictures on the wall as I walked towards the bedrooms. Pictures of Q and Avery as they grew up filled up the frames, along with family pets they’ve had, cousins, and recently they’ve added me into the family photos.

     “Hey Aves, dinner’s ready,” I knocked on the door to Avery’s room before I opened it. 

     “Ty!” She squealed and ran up to hug me. God I loved that kid. I picked her up in the air and spun her around in a circle. Her laugh was so sweet, I’d do just about anything to hear it. I threw her up in the air and caught her again, making exaggerated grunting noises so she’d think she was getting to big for me to pick up anymore, but she wasn’t.

     “How was school, kiddo?”

     “Good.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Did you know that the pilgrims and the Indians weren’t actually friends and that the pilgrims actually stole the land from the Native Americans?” I guess they’re correcting the curriculum earlier these days.

     “I did know that. Did you know that you were actually a leprechaun when you were born, but your brother and I did some special magic trick to turn you into a little girl?” Avery was almost at the age where you couldn’t fuck with her anymore because she’d see right through it, but she was still just a little bit too naïve.  

     “No way! Mom has pictures of me when I was a little baby!” She protested. 

     “Yeah well mom actually stole those pictures off the Internet,”

     “Did not!”

     “She totally did! I’ll ask Q right now,” I knocked on his door. “Ayo Q, didn’t we help mom find those pictures online so that we’d have baby pictures of Avery? After we turned her into a little girl?” I heard him snicker through the door and a few moments later, out in the hall he was. 

     “Oh yeah, mom had us go on a hunt to make sure it was completely untraceable and you’d never know unless you were told.” He concurred, glancing over at me humorously. 

     “Well why didn’t mom tell me?” Avery paused and crossed her arms. That’s the thing about her, all you had to do was double down and she’d believe you eventually. 

     “Because Aves, she doesn’t want you to know. She was gonna wait until you were older but I think you’re big enough to handle it now. You don’t remember being a leprechaun?”

     “No I don’t because I wasn’t a leprechaun!” She yelled and ran towards the stairs. 

     “Where do you come up with these stories?” Q asked and walked back into his room, motioning for me to follow. He grabbed his bowl and sat on the bed.

     “Oh dude I just straight up make them up on the spot. No thought process,” I sat next to him and leaned back onto the bed. I heard the spark of his lighter and the smell of freshly lit weed hit my nose. I couldn’t help but smile then too. 

     “Here go,” He said holding his breath and handing me the bowl, before coughing out the smoke from his lungs. I accepted the bowl, sat back up, and grabbed the lighter from his lap. 

     “How’d it go?” I shrugged while packing the weed tighter into the bowl.

     “He said he owed it to some girl to work things out,” I put the bowl to my mouth and lit it. I hadn’t smoked all day so this hit was going to be amazing. I handed the bowl back to Q and laid back down while exhaling.

     “Oh so he’s scared of being gay,” He said, standing up and placed the bowl back on his nightstand. I reached out my hand and he grabbed it and pulled me off the bed onto my feet.

     “Yeah basically,”

     “Quentin, Ty! Come on dinner’s gonna get cold!” Q’s mom yelled.

     “We’re right here, mom.” Q laughed and we sat down at the dinner table. 

      “Well you were taking forever and I was in the kitchen,” She placed our plates in front of Q, Avery, and I and sat down. “Dad’s busy at work tonight so he’s not gonna be joining us but he won’t be home too late. And speaking of fathers, Ty I spoke to your dad and he is still refusing to give up his rights. He swears up and down that when he gets out of rehab he’s gonna try to fix everything.” Oh I’m sure he does swear that. Just like he swore that the past 4 times he went to rehab. 

      “Oh, yeah like I’ve never heard that one before.”

      “That’s what I told him and I got my head bit off for it. But I promise you honey, we’re not gonna stop fighting for you. We’re still your legal guardians, and we absolutely will adopt you. John’s been talking to his lawyer friend and we are gonna take this to court.” I wish my mother could have met Q’s mother. I really think they would’ve been friends. Sometimes I like to think that I became friends with Q after my mom died because she knew his family would love me and take care of me, and she knew that’s what I needed.

     “Thanks mom. I appreciate that,” We spent the next hour talking about our days. Avery retold her Thanksgiving story again, and Q and I defended that we do our homework and that our teachers just don’t put the grades in when we and his mom both know it’s not true. Having dinner with Q’s family was always my favorite part of my day.

     We helped his mom clean up the dining room and the kitchen when we finished the fire ass spaghetti that she made, and headed back to our room that Q and I share. When I first moved in, we had originally slept in the same bed but after a while of two teenage boys sleeping in a twin size bed, it just didn’t work anymore so his mom got me my own bed. I walked over to said bed, and immediately fell onto it. 

     Under my pillow was a small stash of pills that I had collected from my friends’ houses. Not enough for them to ever notice it were missing, just one pill here and there from different bottles. I quietly grabbed it and pulled out one of the pills, which I assumed to be Percocet. I looked around to make sure Q wasn’t paying attention to me, and I popped it in my mouth and swallowed.

     In a dissociative state waiting for the pill to kick in, I stared at my ceiling. I watched the swirls of the popcorn ceiling dance in my peripherals and I felt the walls breathe with me. I was pulled out of this state, however, when I got a phone call.

     “Hey Mitch,”

     “You doing anything tonight?” He asked, which meant he wanted me to come over and hookup with him.

     “I just got home from hanging out with someone so I don’t think you really wanna deal with all that,”

     “Fuck dude my parents left for the night. I wanted to see you,”

     “Well it’s not like they don’t leave like once a week. And did you wanna see me? Or did you wanna see this ass?”

     “Hey we do share a bedroom, dude!” Q complained from across the room, and I threw one of my pillows at him.

      “What if I wanted to see both?” He cooed. Cringe. He and I both know he just wants to get off but I enjoy his company so I usually do stay with him. It’s just I don’t wanna clean myself all up again tonight.

     “You’ll see me at school tomorrow. Maybe we can work something out there. I gotta go though, before Q vomits over there,” I joked and my consequence was that, was the pillow from earlier thrown back at my face. Well played, Q. Mitch and I chatted for a couple more minutes before actually hanging up.