Candy Man (boyxboy) [✓]

4. A Jock and a Hard Place

Take Thy Finger of Integrity and Vote!

Chapter 4 – A Jock and a Hard Place

Bam! Smoke instantly rises through the air and nearly chokes me to death. Seems I’m not the only one.

I can hear the incessant coughing of my mom as well. She swats the smoke away like flies and then looks at me with a disappointed face. I bite my bottom lip and wait for the scolding.

“Allen, you must focus, before you kill us both.” She takes the pot and places on the next side of the kitchen. It’s 6:30 in the morning…SIX FREAKING THIRTY! I should be in la-la dream world right now; instead she has me practicing the craft or whatever she calls it.

“I’m sorry if sleep is calling me mom and I’m not all bright and happy at the moment.” The disappointment on her face subsides and more of a sympathetic look arises.

“What’s wrong Allen?”

“What do you mean, nothing’s wrong besides the fact that I’m up earlier than the people from The Today Show.” She doesn’t laugh, she always laughs at that…

“I know you Allen Halliwell, something is up.” I sigg and lean against the counter behind me.

“I don’t think you’d understand…” she scoffs and makes her way to my side.

“I am your mother Allen; it’s my job to understand. You can come to me for anything. Once you don’t get locked up or impregnate someone…then I’ll disown you.” She pipes patting my head making me chuckle. She’s only kidding…right?

“Well…? What’s the problem?” Well she is my mom, so she should understand right? I mean if I tell her that I like guys maybe she won’t overreact and blow me up. I let out a quick nervous laugh at the thought and she stares at me puzzled.

“Mom…I’m—”

“Morning guys.” Damn it Drew! I let out a deep breath, I don’t know if he just saved me or killed me, either way I want to ring his neck right now.

“Morning Drewson.” He shivers at the name. Mom always called him that for some weird reason.

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“That is what your name was going to be but your father stopped me.”

“Way to go dad…” I mumble and she shoots me a look. He suddenly surveys his surrounding noticing the thin layer of retreating smoke.

“What happened in here,” he looks at me “mom teaching you witchcraft again?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Yes, I am and whether the both of you want to believe it or not, you will become witches in the future.”

“Yeah, Yeah, destiny, blah, blah, blah new found power, blah, blah demons, we get it mom. Let him be a kid, he has a lot to worry about.”

Usually mom is hard to crack but her face grows meek and a smile blooms.

“I guess you’re right,” I shoot my hands in the air “This doesn’t mean you will stop training Allen.”

“Damn.”

“Mouth Allen.” She yells, knocking me on the side of my head.

“Yeah Allen, watch your mouth, she just might take it off.” I giggle, but by the looks on both their faces they are dead serious.

“He’s joking…right?”

“No, I did that to him when he was about 17, safe to say he never used such language with me again.” she proclaims, patting him on the shoulder and straightening his hair with her fingers. Even at 26 Drew is still her baby, even though he is the eldest of the three of us. Speaking of the three of us…