The Golden Eye Mate (DISCONTINUED)

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Ryker wasn't sure how he felt about Alastair. He liked him, that much was obvious, but how much did he truly like him? Now the reason why he was asking this question to himself, was because of school.

The entire school seemed to have been informed of the date the four of them had. Many beautiful and rich people began glaring at him and Reese. Now, they hadn't made any steps of actually bullying, but that probably just because they didn't want Griffin and Simmons on their asses. Physically those two were claimed to be imposing and well they had more money than almost anyone else in the school.

There had been snide comments thrown his way seeing as his future stepcousin had a history of sleeping around. Of course, when confront by some questioning- pre-written of course- they caved and told him what Alastair had told him. He always told them he was only with them for sex but was still nice to them outside of it. At least it confirmed that the brunet wasn't a lair, but how much did Ryker like him?

He wasn't very thrilled that the guy who kept clinging to him, kept saying that he really liked him, had slept around. He wasn't pissed though, seeing as they hadn't known each other till nearly a few months prior. Then that brought into question how long they had known about each other, which wasn't long. They've only known each other for a few months, for an exact date, four to six months. That, to Ryker, wasn't a long time to get to where they were. To feel as they were feeling.

Emotions weren't his strong suit seeing how he grew up, but even he was aware of how fast his emotions were growing toward a certain brunet. He felt the need to be there by his side, to be wanted by him, and so many other things that he wasn't even sure of. It all confused him, and he was very certain that he wasn't ready to be in a committed relationship.

"God hates me..." He mumbled to himself, falling onto his bed.

The more he thought about it, he was getting closer and closer to the answer being that he was in love with his future stepcousin. He wasn't sure how his aunt would feel about that, or how Alastair's dad would feel about that either. He hoped it would be more neutral than hostile.

Though now that he was thinking about it, his aunt has been working a lot more the past few weeks... The only times she did that was when she was trying to rack up time for her to have a vacation day. The only time that happened was when she and James first started dating...

Just as the teen was about to get up, a soft knock came to his door. Rolling to a standing position, he opened the door to reveal just the very woman he was thinking of. She looked a little tired, but also very happy and nervous.

"May I come in?" She hummed, smiling rather brightly.

He nodded and moved away from the door and into his room, going back to his bed. Christine entered the room and closed the door behind her, practically skipping over to her nephew. He wasn't wearing his mask or glasses, giving her a clear view of his face and eyes. Which was what she was wanting to see. To gauge how happy he would be with her news.

"Do you remember the town that you grew up in?" She asked, grabbing his hands.

The teen nodded slowly, a smile on his face. He remembered that town. It wasn't too small, but it was small enough that everyone still knew each other, if not by name, then by face. Despite it being small, he had many good and happy memories from when he was there. They weren't allowed to go there because Grandma lived there, and the bastard didn't want to deal with her.

"I want to take me, you, James and Alastair there for the break."

The room was silent and tensed, the teen blinking his eyes rapidly before he bowed his head, letting his wild mane fall around his face. Tears soon began to run down his face He hadn't been back there in so long... Neither had she, would they be accepted back if Grandma saw them? Would she push them away?

Gently, he was pulled into his Mimi's chest, her saying nothing. She had those fears too, so she knew nothing could be said to make those fears go away. All they had to do was hope that the elderly woman wouldn't hate them and instead bring them back into the family.

"I-I want to go home..." He whispered quietly, his body lightly shaking as he tried to hold in his tears.

The red-haired woman nodded, a couple of her own tears falling onto her nephew's shoulder.

"We can go home... We can show them our home..." She whispered lovingly.

There was a soft hiccupping laugh, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly before he relaxed and pulled away.

"I-I'll get a bag ready." His voice pitched at that moment, making them both wince before just smiling at each other.

The woman nodded to him and slowly released him. She pressed a soft kiss to his head before getting up and walking out of the room.

Ryker, moved onto his bed, pulling a pillow close to his face as he continued to softly cry. He really missed home, and he was going back. James was bringing them back.

He cried for some minutes, maybe hours before he got up and began to pack of bag for the trip. He wondered, for a brief moment, what had changed in the last nine years since he was there. He hoped it wasn't too many things, he wanted some nostalgia... Just a little.