Enjoy✨🍑
Nah y'all are gonna hate me, I'm gonna put a small trigger warning for wording.
Chase walked through the door, still smiley from just being with Max. His heart was fluttering, he was so in love with the blonde boy.
"You're home!" Milo beamed, running up to his brother, hugging his waist. Chase smiled and patted the young boys head. He really needed to spend more time with Milo. "I made us sandwiches!"
"Sandwiches?"
Milo nodded and waved for Chase to follow him to the kitchen. Two plates were on the table, both messily put together.
"This one is yours." Milo said, pointing to an odd looking sandwich. "It's peanut butter, jelly, hershey syrup, and honey!"
It's the thought that counts... Even though it's sweet and I'll cry because of it.
"What's yours made out of?"
"Chocolate, peanut butter, and apple sauce!"
This boy is lucky he's cute and is passing 5th grade...
Chase sat down with Milo, gulping at the sandwich. Milo had already taken a bit of his, exclaiming how good it was.
It's not like the mixture of sweet condiments would make him want to be binge it, bit just tasting something sweet could trigger a binge.
Like waffles and syrup. Multiple pb and js. Chocolate milk.
Just eat some of the weird ass sandwich.
Before Chase could take a bite, a voice filled the room. "What the hell are you eating?"
"Something Milo made."
Milo beams, holding his plate out. "Try it, Mama! It's good!" Ashanti cringed and scowled at the two. "It had apple sauce and-"
"Chase, why are you eating junk?"
The dark haired boy furrowed his brows. It was just a sandwich that he only intended on eating a bite of because Milo made it. It was an experimental sandwich that Milo needed results from.
"I was just going to try it..."
His mom scowls more. "Haven't you already eaten breakfast? You don't need anything else." Why the fuck is she acting like this? "What did you eat for breakfast?"
Chase blinks, trying to think. He was fazed by his mom's bitterness. "Max's sister made french toast..."
"How much of it did you eat? How much syrup?"
I want to go back to Max's...where the fuck is Dad?
Chase thought more, breakfast was blurry, he just remembered he was too distracted laughing with Max, Devon, and Mandy to care about the sugar he was eating.
"3 pieces, maybe... And I don't know..."
Milo was still eating his soggy, sweet sandwich, glops of apple sauce covered in chocolate falling out. His eyes were switching between his mom and brother.
"What the fuck is on your neck?"
Chase's eyes widened. The widest they've ever been in his entire life.
He swore he covered them up, Max even gave him bronzer because Mandy didn't have dark enough concealer...
The bruises weren't noticeable, at least that's what Max told him. Chase studied them for a few minutes before leaving. They were a dark brownish purple color of finger marks.
