grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 3}

-Liam's POV-

To Mom: Is it okay if I visit and drop some stuff off today?

I lock my phone and grab the first cardboard box to carry down to my car. My eyes glance at the packaging label once, then again. I notice it was for Corrine.

I stop in my steps, unpack everything from the box, and get a different box. Then, I tear up the other box, and throw it out the window.

"Bitch." I mutter under my breath.

As I finish packing my moms things into he new box, I feel a buzzing in my pocket.

From Mom: Sure :) Come at any time you want

I lock my phone again, and quickly load the rest of the boxes into my car, and drive to my Mothers house.

As I drive, soft music playing from the cheap speakers, I see a gay couple sitting down, holding hands above their table at an outdoor restaurant. Gazing into each others eyes and giggling.

I look away, and continue to drive.

When I finally get there, I step out of my car and walk up to the big porch. My mother always loved to live in big houses.

"Okay, here goes nothing" I whisper to myself, watching the cloud from my warm breath touching the cold air dance.

I knock on the door and hear a faint dog barking from inside.

"Great, they got a dog. Why not a cat?" I say to myself again when I am greeted by a middle aged, tall man with dirty brown hair and green eyes.

"Can I help you?" he asks. He has an insanely deep voice.

"Uh, yes. Is Brooklyn home? She's my mother" I tell him. Is this the right house?"

That's when I hear "Liam!" coming from inside the house.

"Mom! Who is this?" I ask, nudging my head towards the man in the doorway. Mom was now standing in the door way with her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Sweetheart, this is Timothy, my fiancé!"

A fiancé? I didn't know she had gotten over dad dying so quickly. It was only 3 years ago.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Sir." I say. As much as I don't like him already, my dad always taught me to be as polite as possible.

"You can call me Tim, Liam. Very nice to meet you too."

"Alright," I chuckle,"Tim, would you mind helping me carry some boxes in?"

"Of course not. Is that your car?" He said, pointing at the black Ford Fusion parked in the drive way.

"Yes" I say as we start to walk to the car to pop the trunk.

/time skip to after the boxes are unloaded\

"Hey mom, can I talk to you in private?"

"Of course sweetheart. I'll be right back Tim." she says as she gets up from the bar stool that sits in the kitchen.

We walk into the living room and sit on the couch.

"Mom, I have a friend moving in with me."

"Oh that's exciting!"

"Well, he's pansexual." Here it goes,"and I think I might be too."