Gay Is the Way [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 15 - Boiling Point

*DING DONG*

"Sweetheart, can you get the door. Its Derrick."

I didn't hear a word she said since her voice couldn't project loud enough. Instead, I just jumped off the couch and opened the door for the visitor. It was a early Saturday morning and I still had sleep in my eyes.

Upon opening the door, my eyes squinted from the bright light. The sun hurt my eyes and I placed a hand over my forehead to block some of it. After my pupils adjusted, I finally saw who came to our humble chapeau.

"Rise and shine." Eric had a bouquet of white, pink, and red rose that had a strong sweet scent from a spray. My stomach got in knots at the sight of Eric, I don't know why. I wished I hadn't open the door because every time I see him I get all sad and loath about my dad. My best bet was he is taking my mom out on another breakfast date. I was ok with that as long as Aaron wasn't with him.

"Isn't Valentines Day in February?" I croak still feeling the morning effects on my being. "Just being a gentlemen." His smile blinds me as all 32 perfectly brushed pearly whites say hello to me. "Well come on in."

I step aside and allow the clean-shaven man to enter our home. "Mom, Mr.Brown is here!" I yelled as I closed the door to reject the cold climate back outside. I wrap my arms around my thick-boned body from the gust of wind that breached through.

"I'll be down in a minute." She yells.

I stand there patiently just watching Eric's every move like a vulture. He looks around the living room like it was his first time stepping foot in the house. Can she hurry up and get down here, please?

"Is there something you wanna tell me Aiden?"

My body language was shouting out negative remarks but my mouth said otherwise. "No", I answer. "You sure? Would like to know what's on your mind." He encourages me to tell. I look at him with a confused face and shake out a smile.

"Im fine dad."

Eric emits a shocked expression and covers it up by smiling a little. "Haha, dad huh?" He holds the roses and takes a whiff of them. I didn't even realize that I even called him dad. Wow, whats wrong with me? Is it really getting to my head this bad? Is it him or me? The thought of asking myself these questions gave me a headache.

"Sorry, I mean Mr.Brown."

"Don't be." He smiles. I felt so embarrassed and sick that I called another man dad. Ugh that was so weird.

My mother makes her grand entrance into the living room with her nurse outfit on. She blushed bright red when she saw the roses in Eric's arms. "Oh my, Derrick you shouldn't have."

No really, he shouldn't have. Its just breakfast, right? And roses aren't necessarily cheap so it had to cost him a pretty penny. My mom takes the flowers and runs into the kitchen. She rummages around in there and shortly brings out a vase afterward. The vase was transparent marked with roses circling around it. The last time she used that thing was years ago. And I mean YEARS ago.

She place the vase down that was just the size of her torso. She took out each rose and threw them in the half-filled vase. "This is going to look beautiful. Thank you Derrick." Her cheeks hugged her eyes from her smiling. She looked so happy and full of life. Being with Eric showed me how she acted around someone she liked. It's been such a long time since my dad was alive, I guess I forgot.

I look at Eric and feel my gut churn and my face scrunched into a frown. All I could envision was his jerk-wad of a son mocking me with his smirks. A flash of annoyance took me back to Friday's last week. He's just asking for trouble, but it still doesn't mean people should fight. The more I though about it the more I disliked Eric being here. I had nothing against him; its just I get bothered every time he shows his face around the house.