angel baby (heavy editing)

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Chris arrived home, surprised to see a strange man at the entrance of their home. He wanted to turn and leave but this was his house, not the strange man's. His mother pushed past the strange man and stood in front of him.
"Chris, did you skip classes? I told you I would pick you up"
"Mid terms started. Classes closed early", he said simply.
The strange man turned and Chris blinked wondering why his science teacher was doing at his mother's house.
He was also at the hospital that day.
"I'll take my leave now", his teacher said looking at his mother. He didn't like this. He didn't understand this. He didn't like it at all.
"Think about what I said", he added and went on his way, not without giving Chris a nod of acknowledgment.
Chris watched his mother stare at retreating figure, a distant look in her eye. She finally snapped out of it and grabbed unto Chris's arm.
"Come on. How was school? Your test?"
Chris didn't answer. He was very confused. He hated confusion.
"What was he doing here?" He asked his mother the moment the front door closed.
"Am I in trouble?" He added.
"No, no. It's not about you. Don't bother yourself with that. You left your lunch in my car. You must be starving"
"No not really. Jonah bought me lunch"
Lia focussed her attention on him then, smiling at him.
"Jonah, you say? Is there something you want to tell me about this Jonah?"
Chris frowned. What a question.
"He's my senior. He helps me with my school work sometimes. He's nice to me"
"Is that all?" She wiggled her brows at him. 
He was confused further. What was happening with his mother?
"You're confusing me" he said to her. 
"She's trying to figure out if Jonah is your boyfriend, genius" the sudden voice of Kathy made Lia jump.
"Oh, you scared me", Lia said clutching her chest, facing the girl who had her eyes closed. "I thought you were asleep"
"Well, that was deemed impossible with the yelling match you had with that man outside" she slowly opened her eyes.
"Why was a teacher from our school here? And why did he think Chris is his son?"
"Katherine!" Lia yelled out.
"You've been distracted these past few weeks"
"Kathy, you were sick. You had surgery"
"No, it's not that. It's something else. Is it this? Is is true? Our teacher is Chris's father"
"No of course not"
Chris felt the headache, bordering on migraine set in. He clutched his head. He hated it.
"Chris, are you okay?"
He felt his mother's arms around him. He fought it off. It felt like a stranger's arms. He didn't know his mother. He was so confused.
"Chris"
He ran to the room he shared with Kathy, locked the door and stayed there for the rest of the night.

       Oliver hated his home situation. Ever since the disastrous event when he revealed the truth to his grandmother, everything had been tense. His previously annoyingly loud sister got the cue and played in her room silently. His father hadn't said a word to him, not like he cared. His mother had tried speaking to him but he was mad at her so he refused to acknowledge her. He really was shit. His grandmother hadn't showed up at the house but she was sure she had something up her sleeve, she always did. He bet a limb she was excited Oliver wasn't related to her. He couldn't care less.
He heard a knock on his door. He ignored it thinking it was his mother until he heard the voice,
"Oliver, it's me Paul"
He sat up from his bed that he had been lying in for God knows how long.
"Your mom let me in. I know you don't want to see me right now and I admit, maybe I overreacted over the whole issue but I miss you. I want you back", he knocked again, "Oliver". He fell silent afterwards.
Oliver wanted to open the door, he really did but his body wouldn't move. What was stopping him?
"I'm going to stand here for another five minutes and if you don't open this door, I guess that's my reply"
Oliver checked his wrist watch. Perhaps the reason why he was refusing to open the door was because he wanted Paul to beg for his forgiveness which was fucked up in its own right. He liked Paul and Paul was right, Jacob was being a bully to Chris and Oliver enjoyed seeing it. Why was he feeling guilty?
"Fuck, I don't care about any of that. Fuck Jacob. Fuck everyone", he muttered into the empty room.
Fucking Chris.
He hated him.
He checked his watch. It would hit the five minutes mark soon. He stood up and walked towards his door. He placed his ear on the door and listened for movement.
A few seconds before it hit the five minutes mark, he opened the door. Expecting to see Paul standing there, he wasn't. He stepped out of the room and saw his retreating figure walk down the hall.
"It wasn't even five minutes yet", he yelled after him. He felt almost satisfied when Paul stopped and turned. But seeing his face reminded him how much he had missed him.
Fuck this shit.
He walked towards him and stood in front of him. They stood in silence for a few minutes, taking in the things that weren't there when they saw each other weeks ago. For instance, Oliver's broken arm.
"I was in an accident", he broke the silence.
"I was aware", Paul replied still staring at him intently.
"My mom isn't my mom"
Paul gaze softened. He looked confused. Oliver wanted to kiss the confusion away.
"What?"
"It's a long story. You could come to my room and we could talk about it"
"I doubt we are doing much talking if I follow you to your room"
Oliver felt himself smile a genuine smile, the first one in weeks.
"What are we waiting for then?"
Oliver almost jumped at the stunning smile that appeared on his face. He had won him back. He wanted to kiss him so bad but refrained until they reached his room. He didn't want any interruption. He still doubted his parents were cool with his bisexuality but who cared? They weren't his real parents anyway.
He pulled Paul along.
"Wait"
He wanted to groan out loud. It'd been too long.
"You have to promise me you'll cut all ties with Jacob. I mean you have your flaws but Jacob is just mean"
"Done"
He wondered why anyone thought he and Jacob were that close. Sure they hung out and sat together but that was where their interaction ended. Oliver hated people. He hated life half the time.
"And you have to apologize to Chris"
He couldn't fight back the groan.
"I'm serious, babe. You were really mean to him"
"I didn't even do anything"
"God, you're an asshole sometimes. You're lucky I tolerate and love you"
Oliver rolled his eyes playfully, pulling Paul along. Those words filled him with warmth.  Nothing was certain going forward but at least Paul was his.