Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

16: A Return For A Knight - Liam

     Monday was here. Whoopty-motherfucking-doo. No matter, because I had decided that I needed to fight to get what was rightfully mine. I was going to fight for Gabriel. If I had to go through Evan, I would. If I had to go through Kyle, I would. Even if I had to go through the entire state of California, I would. Yeah, I would, just for Gabriel.

     But first, I had to alter myself. I had to alter Liam Jenkins before I was even allowed to think about fighting for him.

     I stood in the bathroom and stared in the mirror over the sink. My hair, a messy bush going in every direction, black facial hair grown into a full beard- since I haven’t shaven since the car accident- and face paler than Casper the ghost. A soft sigh escaped my lips as a pair of barber scissors were found in the cabinet behind the mirror.

     “Time to get my man back.”

     The blades started snipping out of place strands of hair, trimming down the bush. I went from wild, shaggy hair to a nice, ear-length trim. With a jar of gel by my side, a scoop found themselves on my fingers then into my hair. Slicking it back and giving it an irresistible shine.

     After my hair was the definition of perfection, now I had to deal with the monstrosity growing on my face. I found Dad’s electric clippers and started mowing off the excess. I never really did care for facial hair, up until this point. I decided to leave some heavy stubble along my chin, traipsing along my jawline, and fading into my sideburns.

     I didn’t look like myself! I looked better! I didn’t look like Liam Jenkins, that nerd from Livingston High School. So, to give my transformation that permanent touch: I eyeballed the glasses that interrogatively next to the sink and snatched them up. Sighing, without a second thought, my hands snapped the plastic frames in two. I threw them into the resident trashcan and broke away the chains of the old me.

     I threw on a tight, white, t-shirt that clung beautifully to my muscles- yes, I have muscles- and pulled some black jeans to button at my waist. Everything was going perfect until-

     “Liam,” I know that voice. The voice of a mischievous old lady and a tone dripping in venomous harassment, “There’s a pretty boy out here for you!”

     I stepped into my black converse and waltzed out the bathroom and past Grandma, “Thanks Gran.”

     “How many boyfriends do you have,” I heard her mumble as I sensed her stubby legs following behind. Ignoring her, I came into the living room and saw beauty sitting on my sofa. I blushed lightly just looking at him. He stood in his silk, black, dress shirt and white skinny jeans, giving me a million-dollar-making smile.

     “Whoa, Liam! You look,” blue eyes scanned my entirety, from head to toe, “amazing!”

     Alright Liam, be cool! Masculine! Masculine! Masculine! Guys love that shit, “Yeah, I know.”

     I crossed my arms and turned my back to him, pretending like the compliment was empty. It felt awesome getting in some practice of playing hard to get before tackling the real obstacle. I felt Zach’s eyes in the back of my head and it gave me a small chill.

     “Well, uh, you ready to go?”

     “Ready to go where,” I whipped my head around and gave him a questioning look.

     His face warped into a humorless scowl. Duh! I know where, Zachary, get with the program, “To school. I figured I’d drive you on your first day back.”

     I rolled my eyes in false annoyance and shook my head, “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m showing up fashionably late today.”

     “Fashionably late?! What the hell,” Grandma caught her outburst and covered her mouth, horribly pretending to mind her own business when we turned to look at her. Her eyes wandered and saw our stares and turned to us, “My bowels are fashionably late today. Excuse me.”