Hate (BL)

14

Dylan Skylar

Grayson places a plate of food in front of me and I quietly thank him.

The breakfast table is quiet today.

I look over to my mom who is quietly staring at the massive family picture of ours that hangs on the wall of my kitchen.

Nick rubs circles around my back as we eat in silence next to each other.

Jason and Grayson talk quietly in the kitchen.

"You know..."

I turn to look at my mom and she looks back at me.

"You look so much like your dad. If he saw how you look now he would make me pay him ten dollars; When you were a baby we bet on who you would grow up to look like. Looks like he won."

She smiles weakly looking back at the picture and slipping a $10 bill into the frame.

Grayson King

I knock on Dylan's door before walking in.

"Dinner."

He's on his bed wearing glasses and reading a book.

Didn't know he could get even cuter than he already was.

He looks up at me and closes his book not before marking it.

"How's Mom?"

I place the tray of food in front of him and he thanks me.

"Doing drunk karaoke with Nicolas."

"Hide the alcohol, I don't want her leaving here with an alcoholism problem."

I nod and chuckle, I stand by him looking around his room.

"We're sorry that we didn't tell you that he was dying. He told us not to. He knew how stressed you were with college and didn't want you rushing back over here. He loved you so much and knew how amazing you were doing that he didn't want to affect that."

"He's so stupid."

"I know..."

I whisper looking at Dylan who looks back at me.

I may be delusional but every time we lock eyes I feel like we get lost in each other. His beautiful bright blue eyes looked back at my gray-blue ones.

I clear my throat and look away from him.

"Thank you for coming back and cooking for us. I've missed your hospitality even though that should be my job."

"Thank you for not kicking me out."

"I knew Mom missed you. So having you here was a good idea."

"Such a mama's boy."

"Don't act like you didn't always run to your mom when me and Jason would pick on you as kids. Please, you're older than us and crying to your mommy about kids younger than you picking on you. Just sad."

We both burst out laughing, I go over and sit next to him.

"Do you miss our childhood?"

"Of course I do. Dad was still alive and I didn't have to worry about going to work five days a week."

He takes a bite of the meal I brought him.

At least he's eating now.

"I would do anything for you, Dylan."

Dylan puts his fork down and turns to look at me. I always mean every word I say to him, I would travel the world with him if he wanted, I would make him his favorite meals every day, I would live here if he wanted me to, and so much more.

"Go throw that karaoke machine away, I can hear Nick's horrible singing, and my ears are about to bleed."

So much for a wholesome moment.