The Boy He Met. (BoyXBoy) {Book 2}

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Devin threw himself next to me on the big white sofa in his living room, his frown still there.
"Sup?" I say with my mouth full of popcorn, not really concerned about whatever he said was so "important", I really couldn't care less at the moment, but I found myself wanting to tell him about the boy I met so I decided to suffer a few minutes of listening to him before I get to say what I had on my chest.
"I fought with Taylor." He says looking more angry now than sad.
"Wha 'bout?" I say still mouth full searching for the remote control.
"I told him. But no! He's such a ugh!" He started ranting words I couldn't understand until I gave up, "Jesus Christ! Just say what's on your mind already, stop acting like a retard!"
He stares at me for a moment before he takes in a deep breath, "I wanted him to tell his parents he's gay already," oh boy, " because they already came a few times to the apartment and I almost got caught! So I told him I'll get a job and with some help from my parents we'll be able to keep the house without his parents help!" He tried hard to keep his voice down, and sighed.
"Its just that.. I'll be moving in next year and I don't want to hide each time his parents come, I want to help financially, but he wouldn't let me! And then, he fucking complains that he needs his parents help so he can't tell them yet."
"So.. Did you tell him that?" I say licking my fingers, bored of all this stupid drama, wasn't it obvious what they were supposed to do? I guess from some people its hard. Pfft, retards. Aw wait no, that would be an insult for the retarded.
"We just ended up screaming and I left the place." He says in annoyance.
"So what now?" I say looking sadly at the empty package.
"Nothing. His being an asshole and I give up. He either admits I'm right or we're never gonna get anywhere."
I sigh, "have you ever thought why high school relationships never last?" I say raising an eyebrow, finally looking at him.
"What?" He says confused at my randomness.
"Because high schoolers are fucking dumb, like you for example. When a normal mature couple fights they try to figure out a way that's win-win, they compromise. Yet, a retarded teenager like you doesn't know that yet, so its either their way or no way. And eventually, the relationship ends." I get up and make my way to the kitchen for more popcorn.
"What does that mean?" He follows me looking frustrated.
"It means you go back there, apologize for being a fucking imbecile, hope he forgives you, and start compromising." I say grabbing a Doctor Paper.
"Whatever." He mumbles and starts walking away, up stairs to his room.
"Just admit it, I'm right!" I scream after him smiling to myself.
"I fucking hate you!" He screams back, somewhat playful.

"What the hell you can't leave me! When I said go over there I didn't mean like right now!" I roll my eyes when I see him grabbing his keys and sliding in his shoes, he even changed a shirt now.
"Aw, little Gabby is going to miss me?" He mimicked a baby voice before he got out of the house making his way quickly to the car.
"Shut up fag!" I want to hit him but he already reached his car and gave me a winning look before getting in.
"Wait!" I say remembering that I wanted to tell him about the boy I met, but he already left.
So much for getting that off my chest.
But I was happy, I was happy that I helped him out, even If he isn't my favourite person in the world. I wonder why.

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I held the small plastic bag which contained a few groceries, making my way into my house.
As I enter I knew there was trouble, all over the floor there was broken glass bottles, and blood smeared on the dirty walls.
I immediately drop the bag calling for my mother, "Mum?!" I shout and start making my way through the broken glass to her bedroom.
"You.." I jump in surprise when my mother pops out of her room looking more drunk then ever, blood all over her right arm and hand probably from the glass she broke all over the apartment, making it look like someone was killed in here.
"Jesus women!" I jump a little frowning at her bloody arm.
"You... You took the money didn't you!" She points at me with her healthy hand glaring at me, she was looking at me, but in the same time it looked as if she didn't even know who or what she was looking at.
"It was for food, now look we've gotta clean your hand before i-"
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do you little worthless piece a shit who the hell gave you permission to touch my stuff? Bullshit! No one buys food with 120 dollars!" She screams taking a step in my direction, but she knew she had no chance, I was twice her size, she was petite and sick looking from all the drinking, plus most likely drugs.
I look down at her sadly, at her small round stomach where my future little brother or sister was now, thinking of all the damage that was done to him/her because.. Of this. Everything. Just everything, my dad's death, my mum's addiction and me, making her go all crazy because I just wanted to have some fun.
"Mum, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." I say feeling defeated. Tired.
She started crying, her whole body shaking and I immediately rapped my arms around her petite body rubbing her back. "Shh, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." I carefully lead her to the bathroom and start washing her bloody arm, when I get to the hand I see pieces of glass stuck in her flesh and I wince.
After cleaning, washing and disinfecting I wrap around her arm a clean shirt of mine.
I sigh and look at her talking in a small voice, hoping it won't crack, "Do you want to eat? I bought some eggs if you want we can mak-"
"No I'm fine." She says in a husky voice clearing her throat.
I sigh again helping her walk to her bedroom taking her shoes off and covering her up. And sit next to her, just sit there. When she finally is asleep I get up and start cleaning.
I pick up the glass, sweep the floor, and try to wash off as much of the blood as I could.
As soon as I'm done I go out to the library, there's something I needed to know.
Now if you're me, you don't go for the books, you go for Google.
So as soon as I reach I type in in Google, what can alcohol do to a unborn baby.
I needed to know, just how bad was it.