Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter one

I was homeschooled.

I didn't make many friends because most of the time, we make friends either online or in school. I didn't use the computer as much so I didn't make friends and I didn't go to school. Until I got accepted to college. My Ma was excited yet sad, my older brother, Miles, didn't know I was going to college or that I was going to his college, and my Pa wanted me to stay home and become his business partner at a well-known company.

Guess which one I picked?

It's not that I dislike my Pa, but I didn't want to stay in an office all day doing nothing (though I was a lazy ass). I closed the trunk and looked up to see the tall building in front of me. A few people went inside, chatting along with their friends or parents. Someone patted my shoulder and turned to see who did it.

It was my Ma. Her shoulder-length light brown hair that was sometimes in a ponytail but that day show had it straight and long that made her more beautiful. The sun in her blue eyes warmed my heart because she knew that she was letting me go. I was finally going to be free. Her bony and robust hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me in a warm hug. I hugged back and let myself relax in her warmth. My Pa's hugs felt like protection, but Ma, Ma's hugs always felt like home, a place that I would never forget and yearned to go but learned to leave. It was better that way. Learned to leave. I hugged her until I pulled away and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. She smiled warmly and whispered the words. She always told me whenever I left to go somewhere.

"I love you, Jasper."

"I love you too, Ma."

It was the end of talking to my mom. At least for now.

I turned my attention to my Pa. He had a big old' head, his melanin that glowed in the beaming sun, and his radiant smile that showed that he was proud of me, pleased that I wasn't homeschooled anymore, and I was out in the open. I would say that I was proud of myself too. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in a bear hug. Nuzzling in his arms, I realized in a few seconds that I won't be hugging my parents for a long time.

They saw me grew up since I was five, the day I was adopted. I don't remember what day or time, but I remembered that it was a sunny day and I felt like something was going to happen, something good. It did. I was finally adopted by the two most comforting people in my life, Florence and Raid if it weren't for them I wouldn't know what to do with my life.

Pulling away, I blinked back the tears and sent my Pa my award-winning smile. He knew whenever I smiled like this; it meant that I was thrilled. I was happy but at the same time saddened that I wasn't going to see my parents a couple of months.

"It's alright, kiddo. We'll pick up you and Miles in December," my Pa said and kissed my forehead. I nodded and leaned away. If I said something, a sob would escape, and it would be embarrassing to see a random person cry in front of the college. Hell no.

"I love you, kiddo."

"I love you too, Pa."

I guess you can say saying bye to my parents was a little emotional than Miles's. Miles kissed them goodbye and went inside without looking back. Later that day, Miles's school called, saying that Miles threw a party at his dorm and wasted almost twenty lights in his and a couple of friends dorms. It wasn't too bad...but then my parents practically had to pay the school light bill.

I wouldn't say them being angry was an understatement, but when they threatened Miles that if he doesn't clean up his act, he'll have to go home and take care of me. They knew Miles didn't want to stay home and take care of me when he could be in college partying and studying, but it seemed like Miles had no other choice to just study until he graduates. He complained to Ma and Pa that it was killing him that he couldn't go to a party.