A Home For Timmy (boyxboy)

Chapter 15: Room Tour

Chapter 15

It was a rare thing to see my mother's kitchen looking anything but spotless, but I'd long ago learned that when Timmy was involved, anything was possible. The floors and the counters were a mess of flour and sugar and Timmy himself was covered from head to toes in the stuff.

I stood by the entrance watching as my mom held the little guy close as he stood on the chair, mixing some form of sweet concoction in one of her large mixing bowls. He had his tongue stuck out, curling at the top of his lip as he focused on the job before him and my mother was equally enthralled as she instructed him every step of the way. Enthralled and happy I noticed; taking in the rosiness of her cheeks and the smiles that blossomed on her face whenever Timmy spoke his usual nonsense. She was in love and loving every second of it.

Timmy had that effect on people.

I glanced over at Jason who was leaning against the wall, his own eyes fixed on the scene before him and as though he sensed my gaze, he glanced over at me and I nodded in the direction of the other room.

He followed me without hesitation and so we left the chefs to whatever it was that they were doing.

"I think it's time you got the official tour." I told him when we were alone in the family room and his immediate response was to glance around the large space; his eyes taking everything in that he had been too shy to pay much attention to earlier.

"This is where you grew up right?"

"Yup." I said, glancing around the space I knew like the back of my hand. "Lived here all my life."

I watched him walk over to the wall of photographs I'd seen him eyeing earlier and I followed, coming to a stop close behind him as he inspected them.

"You look really happy in these."

I looked at each of them in turn and nodded. "I was happy...still am."

He picked up a frame from the side table. "Yeah, but you don't smile like this."

I shrugged despite the fact that he wasn't looking at me "I was a bit overly enthusiastic back then."

"And chubby."

I chuckled. "Yeah and chubby...until I found the great world of sports anyway."

"I used to run." He offered and I listened in hopes that he'd tell me more. Volunteering information about himself wasn't his strong suit. "Back when I was in school...I even got my very own medal. It's back at my parent's house though." He continued. "Maybe they threw it out already."

"You can still run you know. They have programs all over town."