Short Stories

Christmas Story 2

"Or you could tell the truth and be the cousin whose lonely and a fucking psyco," He shurgged giving me a smile. I glared at him in silence. His sadistic smile never faltered. With a sour face I nodded.

"Okay whatever, but you better be a good boyfriend," I stuck out my hand.

"I'm going to be the best boyfriend ever," He grinned. "Sweetie." He shook my hand.

"Ugh," I groaned, getting out of his car. I hurried to the side of the car and opened it, grabbing my suitcase. Angelo opened the door on the other side and grabbed a small duffle bag. "Why do you already have a bag of clothes?" I questioned once we fell into step walking towards the house. I could see my parents scurry away from the windows.

"I told you I had plans on Monday," He looked at me.

"What are they?" We paused after walking up the stairs to the front door.

"None of your business," He smiled.

"Why not your my boyfriend, right?" I pouted

"Yeah for the weekend that doesn't deserve my whole life story. Now come on, put on a smile and let's act like we love each other." He opened the door for me. I stepped through to my childhood home. It was a huge house with a wide opening that led to an even bigger living room.

Like usual the place was decorated with Christmas decor. The place was warm and smelled like cinnamon. The walls held family pictures and some awards from my childhood. The house was bringing back all kinds of memories. My childhood was good and I have no complaints. My parents were laid back and let me express myself. They took my being gay well and my choice to become a chef wasn't opposed ethier. I had a regular childhood which I'm thankful for.

"My mom's name is Martha and my dad's name is Richard," I said quickly. He nodded and put on a smile. "Mommy," I called out.

"You're finally in here baby," my mom said coming into the foyer.

"Hi Ms. Martha I'm Angelo. I'm sorry for before we didn't see you guys leave the house. Sometimes it's hard to keep my hands off of him," Angelo shook my mom's hand. My mom gave a small pause before smiling. I knew she was shocked with Angelo appearance just like I was at first.

"Oh it's fine. Richard and I were the same when we first met and just call me Martha or mom," she grinned. "Come on, we're making cookies. Hurry up and put your things up."

We nodded and I led Angelo up the stairs to my old room. It was little and I'm not sure if I could fit us both in there.

"Damn this is yo room?" Angelo smiled looking around. I nodded, throwing my bags on the bed.

"Yeah so we should probably come up with a lie to tell them about how we met," I flopped back onto my bed.

"Let's say you needed help after crashing into something," he mumbled, staring at my awards. All academics I could never think of joining sports with my frail body.

"You joke but that could work. We can say I met you after I needed car help. It's a lie with some truth mixed in so it's perfect," I smirked. Angelo nodded and turned towards me.

"You okay with lying yo yo folks like that?" He questioned. He crossed my tiny room in four steps and then sat at my desk.

"Not really but shoving it into my ex's face that I date you will make up for the lying," I let out a laugh. He's going to be shocked when he sees Angelo I'm sure.

"What's so crazy about me? Why would he be surprised? I think I look good," he pouted.

"Angelo go look in the mirror," I gave him a plain look. He grabbed his phone and put it up to his face.

"I guess I do look different from y'all," he agreed. I appreciated the way he looked, oddly enough I found it comforting. The tattoos though scary showed he liked to express himself and mean mug he has on all the time shows how I really feel inside. At first I was put off by it all but now I think it suits him way more than looking the way I do. Plain and boring. "Still handsome." He smirked.

"Fucking concideted is more like it." I sighed sitting on my bed.

"That's what happens when you force people to be your boyfriend, you get what you get." He shrugged looking back at me. "You look-" a knock interrupted him. He looked confused before going to open the door.

"Hi, I'm Kacy nice to meet you." I sprang from the bed and rushed over to the door.

"Kacy, hey," I smiled. Awkwardly I wrapped my arms around Angelo. He gave me an soft smile before pulling me in his arms more.

"Angelo, nice to meet you too. Carter told me about you." He smiled, sticking his hand out. It was the one with tattoos on every finger. Kacy looked at it with wonder before taking it and shaking it. They shook for a long time making it awkward and that's coming from me.

"We should head down to help with the cookies." I smiled.

"You know you'll be the one making the cookies and everyone else will just be standing around." Kacy laughed.

"No I'll help, I love cooking with Carter." Angelo smiled. I looked at him with wide eyes. He's a really good liar.

"Really, Carter hated when I cooked with him." Kacy gave us an confused smile.

"Not me, I'm a big help right love muffin?" Angelo smirked down at me. I gave him an annoyed glare.

"You sure are sugar bear." I gave him a fake smile.

"Okay well I'll meet you two down there." Kacy turned to leave. Once he was out of earshot I gave Angelo the meanest glare.

"Why would you call me that and say I let you cook with me? Everyone knows I hate people in the kitchen when I cook."

"I just met you today how would I know that?" Good point. "And the love muffin was just to annoy you and look it worked. Got that ass worked up huh?" He laughed.

I'll admit I don't like that nickname but if he wants we can talk it there. I'll definitely make him more uncomfortable than he makes me.

"Whatever just come on." I glared stroking down the stir aid.

"Carter, my baby, how are you?" My mom took me in her tight embrace again. I hugged her back with an smile. I loved her hugs.

"I'm fine mommy, just trying to keep going." She smiled softly at me. "I'm sorry again for earlier."

"I was shocked seeing you like that, with Kacy you never showed affection." My mom looked surprised.

"Yeah, I guess he brings it out of me." I walked with her into the kitchen where everything was set up.

"Well I'll let you get to it I know how you feel with people being in the kitchen while you cook. Angelo would you like to join the family in the-"

"He actually cooks with me." I cut in. I hated that he told that lie but I can't give up now. My mom looked between us shocked before nodding and stepping out. "Alright just sit in the corner or something."

"You think I can't bake some damn cookies?" He asked with an smile. "Imma chef it up real quick baby." He picked up th apron and tried tying it around his waist.