My Dad's Friend (Boyslove)

My Dad's Friend: 24

"Remember what I said, Miss Jessica lives in LA. It's your chance to finally conform to your relationship" Dad spoke as the car finally came to a stop in the airport, I sighed in relief, instantly grabbing my bag pack, my hand extended out to push the door open but my dad's voice stopped me.

"Am not joking around with you Tristan, you are marrying Miss Jessica and my word is final" he deadpanned and I rolled my eyes, he freaking sounded like a sporadic record.

"Can I please go now before I miss my damn flight?" I didn't wish to spend any more time in Canada, I wished to return to the life I left behind at campus while thinking of my life.

He glared at me, reeling from the wheels. "Mind your language young man, I won't mind striking some insights into you since you lack em"

I rolled my eyes one more time, I could care less about him. I only needed to put up with his attitude till I graduated from college and find a job. He could kiss me as his son goodbye. "What else do you need, Dad?" I was planning on sleeping in the airport if I miss my flight and catch the next one.

"You will be taking Miss Jessica out every Saturday till both of you are comfortable with each other," he announced and I scoffed, pushed the car door open, and got out without responding, I had nothing to say, it would only worsen the situation if I opened my mouth and I really needed to catch my flight.

I slammed the door shut behind me, hung my bag pack over my left shoulder, and walked into the aerodrome, glad to have finally left that hell hole. Goodbye Canada! I scoffed, placed my hoodie over my head, tucked my hands into the pockets of the sweater, and went my way.

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The plane landed in LA the next day and I couldn't be more than glad, I beamed as the familiar breeze slapped against my cheeks, I was back home. With my hand still tucked into my pockets, I strolled out from the airport with a wide smile on my face.

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Reaching the school dorm in less than an hour I took out my key from my back pocket and slide it in and the door instantly opened but I was saluted by darkness as I strolled in, shutting the door behind me, I couldn't see a damn thing.

Where was Jarvis? I was pretty sure he had no classes today, I thought to myself, switching on the lights but the sight that graced me made me drop my bag with a loud thud and my mouth hit the floor in shock.

"What the fuck, Jarvis?" I yelled unbelievingly. Everything and wherever was a mess, clothes were scattered everywhere, broken glasses, empty deer cans, torn papers, used tissues, everything was so dirty and the smell of coitus in the air made my stomachs twist, felt like losing my lunch.

I thought we promised never to bring sex into our room?!

And what made it worst, amid the dirt, there laid Jarvis, passed out on the floor, with half of his body on the bed, shirtless, bruises on his face and cuts on his jaw, a bottle of beer in his grip, the only thing that wasn't a total mess was my bed, it remained the way I left it two months ago.

My teethes gritted in anger, felt like kicking him to death but restrained myself, didn't want murder on my hands, especially the blood of my best friend.

But this was the first time I had seen Jarvis like this, something must have happened in my absence all these cuts on his face, did he get into a dagger fight with someone?

I advanced and squatted, placing my hand on his upper arm. "Jarvis?" I called but received a groan as a response as he turned on his side, bringing the empty bottle to his chest like a lover, I nearly chuckled.

I tugged on his arm but the guy was really wasted as he shoved me away, I was slightly worried, Jarvis had never been a heavy sleeper, he would have woken the minute I walked in. "Jarvis, wake up man!" I tried again, a bit louder but received another groan and a go away. I sighed and stood up, seemed like I had to do everything myself.

I bent, placed my hands under his knees and his head, lifted him carefully, the bottle falling out from his grip, instantly noticed how weightless he was, had he been eating? I gently placed him on my bed because his was a total mess. I put the blankets over him, letting him sleep whatever it was out.

I wheeled around and sighed dramatically, realizing the heavy amount of work I had to do. I was gonna kill this bastard when he woke up!

«TWO HOURS LATER»

I watched from where I sat from my little study desk as Jarvis stretched, groaning as his eyes fluttered opened and as if suddenly being alarmed, he jerked up straight, his head hitting the hard wall with a force, making him whine as he rubbed his head, I watched silently.

His mouth gaped as he stared around, realizing how clean the room was, yep, I spend one and a half hours getting rid of every grime and odor, and finally, his grey eyes met mine and he jerked in shock, probably thought I was a ghost or something.

"Tristan!" He gaped, his head hitting the wall again but bluntly ignored it. "When did you come?" I watched as his eyes shifted away from mine in guilt as he stared at anything but at me.

I stood up from my seat and approached him, standing over him, he instantly opened his mouth to speak again while my expression was blank, I tried to keep it that way before lashing out.

"I know you must be mad but I had no idea you were returning today, am sorry"

His eyes met mine and I noticed the heavy bags under them, his pale skin, bruised lips, shallow collar bones, his thin form, the changes in him made me wonder what went wrong but one thing bothered and shocked me the most. "How long?" I asked more calmly than I thought but he stared up at me perplexed.

"How long, what?" He catechized but I put my hand into my pockets and took out a few wraps, substances I recognized as cocaine, weed, and other hard drugs, I threw everything on the floor before him.

"For how long have you been doing drugs?" I asked again, suddenly losing my cool as I glared at him. Something was bothering him and as a best friend, I was supposed to know, he knew everything about me and had helped me through my struggles. "When were you going to tell me?" I asked again when he didn't respond but cast his eyes away from me in guilt. "Answer me!" I demanded, louder than intended, I clearly wasn't expecting to find my best friend in such condition on my return and the fact that he had hidden everything from me made me feel betrayed and hurt.

"Since a year ago" he answered and I gaped unbelievingly, my best friend had been consuming drugs for about a year and I was just finding out, catching him off guard.

"Why?"

Why was he taking in illegal drugs, something must have gone wrong because the Jarvis I know would never do such a thing, or was it the idea he wanted to create, the part he was showing me.

"I can't tell you" he brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them securely.

I was beyond irritated. "And why the hell not, did you kill someone?!"

"Of course not!" He squealed an answer before sighing, noticing the betrayed look I was giving him. "Look man, don't give me that look. My life has never been perfect, it's been complicated, especially since I found out..." He paused, realizing he was about to slip the beans. He instantly looked away, I noticed the frustration in his eyes, I sat on the bed beside him.

"What did you find out, you know you can tell me anything. I won't judge you or anything, we are like brothers from different parents!" I gave him an assuring smile but he was still hesitant, I realized whatever he did must be bad but what could be more worst than being a wanted criminal?

"I-I-I" he stammered, looking up at me. "I have been in love with my brother for five years"

Okay, I wasn't expecting that!

What the heck!?"

To be continued...!