𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘

three

"Oh darling! I'm so glad you dropped in," Y/N's mother's lips connected with her son's cheek.

"Oh, my handsome son. How I missed you," Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I missed you too mother."

Mrs. L/N eyed her son, as if trying to burn his image into her mind.

She fluttered her eyes.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" She rung her hands. "And possibly the night?"
She gave Y/N a toothy smile.

Y/N knew that she wasn't asking. She was commanding. 

He smiled at his mother. Even though he knew the answer, he chose to entertain his poor mother.

"Do you want me to stay the night?" He asked, ever so innocently.

"Oh son, it would be best! The sun's already setting and you know how I feel about you driving at night, especially all the way to Vegas!" Vegas, exited her mouth in a hiss of sorts. Her disdain for the 'sinful' city that had taken her only boy away, clearly evident.

Y/N sighed internally. He disliked people who weren't direct.

"Of course then, I'll stay mother."

Mrs. L/N clapped her hands.

"Oh, wonderful! I need to talk to you about something. But only after dinner."

What could the woman possibly want now? Was making him stay the night, away from his home not enough?

Y/N nodded, making his way to his childhood bedroom.

Once inside the nostalgic room, he layed flat across his bed. His face plastered against the cotton sheets.

"Why me?" He grumbled, his voice muffled by the bed.

Why could he not have a life that didn't include his greedy family?

They already had so much money, and now his father wanted him to work even more to add on to the infinite L/N fortune.  All of his precious time that he could have spent back in his home at Vegas. All that time was now going to be cut short by him babysitting Marcell. Oh, how he missed his own bed that he bought with his own money. Money that didn't come from his family. How he missed the covers he made every morning with his own hands.

Just the control he had back in Vegas.

Vegas!

Y/N immediately shot up.

He had left his dirty bathroom in Vegas!

He paced his bedroom, trying to think of a solution. He could feel his heart pummeling at a quick pace, his arms wrapped around himself.

A knock stopped Y/N in his pacing. He let out a breath, trying to steady himself.

"Yes?"

"Dinner is ready, your mother wanted me to come get you," Amanda's sweet voice announced.

"I'll be there," Y/N responded in his usual clear voice. He exhaled once he heard Amanda's retreating footsteps.

The male sat down on his bed. Taking deep breaths in, he finally decided that he would just go to Vegas after dinner. He was a grown man. He didn't really owe anyone explanations, but if one was needed from him; he would have many ready.

He examined himself in the golden framed mirror. He made sure that not a strand of hair or that a single thread was out of place.

He gave himself a smile. Everything would work out. It simply had to. He would make sure of it.

Swiftly and quietly the young L/N made his way to the family's dining room.