Distant {{boyxboy}}

Six

There was silence. Absolute silence.
He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. There were no voice exchanges. Just silence.
And then he blinked.
'Dammit!' Logan fell backward, throwing a five dollar note into the air. 'I was sure I was gonna win that time!'
I shrugged. 'At least your stubbornness has earned me twenty bucks.'
Logan pouted and turned to our mother. 'Mom...!'
'I'm going to have no money for dinner, Love,' she warned. 'Maybe you should just do staring contests without betting money for whoever wins.'
'Then there's no point!' He exclaimed. 'What do you get out of it if you can't get money if you win?'
'Fun?' She answered, in more of a question than a statement.
'Fun isn't fun!' He sighed. 'Money is fun!'
'You're gonna turn into one of those corporate industrial bastards at this rate,' I frowned. 'And you're gonna end up fat. And you're gonna smoke. And you're gonna die at an early age.'
'I'm not fat,' he stuck out his lower lip and furrowed his brows. 'Im small and cute.' He hummed for a second. 'At least, that's what Nancy told me.'
'Hm? What what else did Nancy tell you?' I asked.
'That she'll castrate me if I play with other girls in the playground.'
Our mother released a small gasp.
I raised my eyebrows. 'Well, she has a colourful vocabulary.'
'What does castrate mean?' He questioned me. 'Is it bad? Is it good?'
My mother scowled. 'I think I'd better consult with her par--!'
'It means that she'll never share food with you ever,' I said.
He gasped. 'But her mom makes the best pie!'
'Then don't play with other girls,' I shrugged.
'Actually,' our mother interrupted, walking into the living room, 'I want you to stay away from this Nancy girl. She seems like trouble.'
'But girls that are trouble call out in class and climb over fences and push people off the swings,' he tilted his head. 'Nancy puts her hand up and goes through the gate to get to school and waits her turn to go on the swings and wears pretty dresses! She's a very good girl!'
'By the sounds of things,' she told him, 'she isn't a very good girl. Please stay away from her, Logan.'
'But who else can I play with?' He asked. 'All the girls apart from Nancy all do girly stuff and all the boys are rough and tough and scary!'
'Are there any boys that aren't rough and tough and scary?' She inquired.
'There's Peter but he doesn't talk much and he doesn't play with anyone and he sits in the corner of the classroom and wears boring baggy clothes!' He exclaimed. 'He doesn't like being with people.'
'Have you tried talking to him?'
'... No.' He turned away. 'He's creepy.'
'You don't know that unless you try talking to him.'
'But he's always talking to himself and it gives me the chills! Like he's summoning... Satan or something!' He frowned.
'Logan, that's rude,' she warned.
'I'm being honest!' He shouted. 'You always told me to be honest! So I'm being honest!' He pouted. 'And he's puny. He's like a mouse. He's shorter than all the girls.'
'You should never make fun of something that a person can't change about themselves,' our mother put her hands on her hips strictly. 'It's like saying that Robin has really messy hair. It's rude.'
'You say it all the time,' I frowned and leaned my chin against the back of my hand.
'It's only acceptable because I'm your mother,' she said. 'I'm here to guide you in the right direction.'
'I doubt that the right direction has anything to do with my hair.'
'Anyways,' she flopped her hands in the air, 'besides the point. Don't judge people, okay, Logan?'
'But what if they judge me?' He tilted his small head.
'Then you are welcome to judge them back,' she smiled.
'Mom,' I cleared my throat.
'I mean... No, no,' she said. 'Judging is bad. Never judge someone. Even if they judge you.'
'What if they call you a butt face?'
'Has anyone called you a butt face?'
'Nancy,' he hummed.
'Well, if anyone calls you a butt face... No, if they call you anything bad, tell me. I'll teach their parents not to get on my bad side...' She made an intimidating face.
'Mom,' I cleared my throat again.
'I mean, well,' she shrugged. 'Nah, I got nothing. That's exactly what I mean.'
'You're such a bad influence,' I muttered.

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SUPER duper short chapter, though, I only really posted something as boring as this one cause I'm home alone and I'm terrified and I'm writing to sooth my senses. So please forgive me for the most boring and short chapter ever, I'll make sure to make the next one interesting. Have a lovely day.