The Mentor

Chapter 9

"What is this, I found in momma's handbag" Blaine showed me the tampon.

I looked over to Will where he was helping himself with guacomole. Signalling for help. But he just shrugged , smirked and walked out of the kitchen. Just like that.

Are you kidding me! Asshat! I mentally cussed at Will.

"Uhm...it's when- if mommy is having a cycle that involves moodiness-"

"What's moodiness?"Blaine cut me off.

Gag me. I rolled my eyes in frustration for myself.

"Damn, this is painful to watch"Will's voice broke the silence.

Did he eavesdrop? He is so full of it I swear.

"Uncle Will, what is this" Blaine lifted up the tampon.

Will observed the tampon like it was a freaking piece of nothing . So calm. For all I know, boys feel damn embarrased when in situations of such. But not Will.

"It's to absorb an amount of blood, but it's only for the ladies. Remember that talk we had what makes you different from a girl"Will explained kneeling down to his nephew who had his eyes locked on his uncle now.

Blaine just nodded. "Can I still play with it"

"No!" Will and I said at the same time.

I immediately blushed and took the tampon from Blaine.

"I' ll put it back, Uncle Will brought your M&M's" I bribed Blaine.

That's why Iike kids. They're so easy to bribe. And adorable they are of course.

Blaine went in with a smile plastered on his face. That kid is so gonna grow up a humble beast. Just like his beautiful mom.

"Thank you" I akwardly thanked Will for saving me on the weird scene.

"You still have a long way to go, we'll fix that"Will stared at me . A serious look on his face.

"Excuse me, I need to go to my room" I turned right.

"Uh Kiddo, it's this way" Will pinned to the left. He chuckled as I brushed past him.

Kill me for still adjusting. It has been 3 years ago . This really going to be a tough stay. I sighed as I fell onto the single bed, that were going to be mine for the past few days.

As I rested on the bed with my head to the pillow, a wave of thoughts hit me. Yeah I was always more of a thinker than a talker. More of the listener type. So I know people quite well.

But that's my secret of course. Aah man, I miss my brother. I sulked.

As on cue, my phone rings. Justin Bieber, Purpose. "Dyl bro" it flashes.

"Hi asshat. You landed safe I assume". I greeted whilst fidgeting with my hair.

"No actually I'm dying with my last breath"Dylan let the sarcasm loosen up.

"You're just so adorable. But seriously where are you?" I asked.

"At home, yes Im safe. And no, mom's not here yet" Dylan answered all my mental questions.

I just rolled my eyes. Phased by my brothers good knowledge of me.