Liar Liar (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twenty-Four

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                      Brody's POV

"Bye," I whispered as I watched Hannah depart for her flight back to California. 

I really did not want here to leave but knew she missed her family, and as did they. I could not hold her here, her family had the right to see her just as much as I did. So, when her parents called a week ago saying they wanted her home I almost cried all over again.

She was the only one who kept me sane these past few weeks.

Without Vincent I was a complete mess. Literally. I have never seen myself any uglier then I have been for the last two weeks.

I was a heart broken mess.

A heart broken mess that had to go through the next few weeks best friendless.

I was still waving at Hannah, even if she couldn't see me. I just watched her retreating figure.

It's not like this was going to be forever, she would came back after the holidays. But how would I manage 3 more weeks of school without her?

She made me promise I wouldn't cry while she was gone but I was finding the task harder by the second. But I'd be damned if I wasn't going to try. I have had enough of crying, I've been acting like a chick for the last few weeks and it's time to end this.

After, just one more cry. Then I'm done. I promise.

Turning on my heel, I exited the airport and made my way to my car.

I was decided yesterday that it would be best if I skipped out on school today.

I could not stand another day of my pity parties, another day of avoiding Vincent, and definitely another one of Carson's lectures of how I should just talk to Vincent. No matter how bad I wanted to talk to him, I could never bring myself to do so.

That kiss still replayed in my head every time I saw him and I had to will myself not to break down. I still wasn't over what he had done, and I know it extremely girly of me but you do not know what it's like watching your boyfriend kiss another girl.

Honestly, I didn't know why we were anymore. I still loved him, even more so then ever, and that's what confused me the most. I should hate him, but I don't. I shouldn't be crying over him anymore, but tears come down faster then a waterfall every time I think about him.

I just really wanted to talk to him, but I can't.

I am afraid, afraid things would get worse then they already were. Scared he would break things off with me for good, to be with She-who-shall-not-be-named. Even the thought had my blood boiling.

I hated her. More then I have hated anyone in my entire life.

I wasn't one to believe in hatred towards another person, but she was an exception.

To put it bluntly, she was a bitch. I knew what she was doing and it wasn't working with me, I watch to much teen dramas to fall for her bullshit. Every time she passed me in the halls, or saw me at lunch, she would send me a smirk, as if she had won. Yeah, right.

This still wasn't over. Clearly, she didn't understand that. Once Vincent and I talked, when I was ready, then we would know if things with us were finished. That is, if Vincent still wanted to talk with me. I didn't doubt it, Carson told me all he has wanted to do was talk with me.

Vincent did even try talking with me once, but Hannah didn't let him. She didn't trust him anymore, nor did she hate him. She just doesn't trust him.

What got me most was that they -Vincent and the bitch - have not kissed just once, but twice. Though, the second time was on the cheek. When she saw that I was coming down the corridor she kissed him, and again, the rage came back.

I hated her more then I hated homophobes, and that's saying something. I'm gay and homophobes are my natural sworn enemies. Though, I had no doubt she was a homophobe either.

Finally, I found my car. Why did I have to park it so damn far away anyways?

I got in and started my car.

Today, I'll call Vincent, and we'll talk. Today everything will be dealt with.

~*~


Hey, can you come over?

No, that's all wrong. I can't say that. I sound too nice, and I don't want him thinking he's forgiven for what he did. I just wanted an explanation for what he did. Carson told me he had a reasonable explanation, but they still didn't justify what he had done. Worst of it, Carson wouldn't even tell me what the reason was. He said, and I quote, "Vincent's going to tell you, not me, so if you are so curious go talk to your man."

My man.

I don't even know of he was that anymore. We haven't talked in two weeks, and I don't know if he had already given up on me. I really hope not; that would be worse then watching him kiss Katrina over and over again. To have him really dump me.

Wait, dumping me is such a cruel way of putting it. Breaking up with me made me feel better about it. Sort of.

I really have to stop thinking so negatively about everything, like what if he kissed her because she was having an asthma attack and he was giving her oxygen? Then I could forgive him and feel stupid too.

There was no other reason he should have been kissing her, not any that I can think of.

What could possibly have possessed him to commit such an act?

With all the questions circulating my head I didn't even realize someone was knocking on my door. Thinking it was Consuela I opened the door and a light gasp escaped my lips.

"Mom?" I asked in disbelief.

I'm dreaming right now, right? I haven't seen her in ages and suddenly she appears. She looked so different since the last time I saw her. What was she even doing here?

Not that I wasn't happy she was here, believe me I was, but it was an odd sight. She rarely ever came home, her and dad both.

"Hi honey," she said, smiling sweetly. You know that feeling, when you haven't seen someone for such a long time and you have completely forgotten about them, then suddenly a wave of emotion hits you when you do see them? That was the feeling I was having right now.

I did not know how to distinguish these feelings as but sadness, joy, overwhelm, and dread were definitely all there.

I just stood there, starring at her, genuinely confused as to why she was home. Her and my dad usually came home one week before Christmas, then left right after. It was way to early for her to be home right now. Sometimes they didn't even make it home for the holidays. It was so bad that I forgot what they even did for a living.

I just knew it put food on the table, and the workers in our kitchen.

Before I could realize what I was doing I grabbed my mom in a embrace, squeezing her to myself. We rarely ever showed each other any form of affection, so she was completely shocked by my sudden action. I needed someone with me right now, and my mother was the closest I was going to get.

"I missed you so much," I whispered, hugging her tighter.

She wasn't hugging back, and when I was about to pull away that's when she decided it was best to hug me back.

"I'm so sorry," she said, in a lower volume then I had used earlier.

What? What could she be sorry for? Well, besides the fact she was never home. Or that she never acted as a mother figure since I was 14, that was the age she started to take those long business trips with dad.

We just stood there, hugging each other for a while before I pulled away. I looked at her and she had a tear stricken face.

Now, this was a rare sight.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worry lacing my face. "Is dad okay?"

That was the only reasonable explanation for the tears in her eyes and her being home.

The very thought of something happening to my dad had my heart beating rapidly. What if something bad had happened while they were in whatever country they were in?

"What? No, you father is fine. He's flying in tomorrow. I just--" her voice started cracking and this had me worrying even more. "I just have been neglecting you, and now your hurting without anyone. Hannah's gone, and now you're sitting in your bedroom heartbroken without anyone," she whispered.

Huh? How could she possibly know this?

I was slightly creeped out, but also touched that she she'd tears because I was hurting. I felt the need to comfort her, but didn't know what to say because what she had said was true.

She had neglected me.

I was heartbroken.

I was alone.

But that wasn't the matter, she had flown in because she was worried about me. She knew me enough to know I was lonely.

"That doesn't matter now. You're here now, and that's all the matters to me right now," I assured her.

She was my mother after all, and I still loved her. I just did not know she had this side to her. The motherly side.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked hesitantly.

I pondered this for a moment.

I could take this as the right opportunity to tell her of my being gay. About my boyfriends' scandals. About it all.

She had the right to know what was going on with her only child.

"Sure," I made a gesture for her to enter my bedroom. I don't think she has ever really seen it, like with her own two eyes.

When we moved her, she was with us for like a week then gone the next. I didn't mind all that much at the time but now that Hannah was gone I really needed the company.

I needed my mothers' company.

"Can I sit here?" She pointed towards my bed and I almost laughed. Did she really just ask that? She was the one who paid for the damn thing, and she was asking if she could sit on it.

A chuckle escaped me, "Yes mom, you can sit on my bed."

She smiled and plopped herself down; I did not think she was capable of still doing that at her age. Isn't it like illegal for old people to just jump like that on a bed?

"Come sit, tell mama everything," she patted the spot next to her.

Don't mind if I do.

I got under the covers, getting comfortable.

"First things first," I started. Here goes nothing. "I'm gay."

I held my breath, anticipating her answer. This could either go two ways, she could rebuke the devil within me - even if she wasn't Christian, but who knows, some parents suddenly become Christian when they find out their kid is gay. Or she could be ecstatic about the idea.

I didn't really know what to expect, but when the next words left her mouth I was shocked.

"I know."

"You know?" I asked skeptically. How was that even possible? I wasn't one of those stereo typical gays or anything, I was just average. Did I make things that obvious?

"I may not be around as much as I should be, and I may not act it, but I know you inside out. You are my child, my flesh and blood. I know what you're feeling, even when you're not showing it. I know," she finished.

I looked at her, gobsmacked. This was so odd for me, she never even showed any signs of knowing. Nor, has she acted like it. This meant she was fine with the whole idea of being gay, since she hasn't kicked me out yet.

"I honestly don't know what to say," I said, in a state of shock. This really was turning out to be an odd year for me.

She laughed, "And you don't have to. Now, tell me, what has you so heart broken?"

I would much rather ask her how she knew all these things but I concluded it was mothers intuition. Again, something I did not know she had.

So instead of playing twenty questions with her, I told her everything. Everything from the beginning.

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"And now I'm not so sure I'm ready to speak to him, but I know I have to eventually," I concluded.

It took an hour, but I did it. I explained every little thing to my mom, except about the dirty things Vincent and I did. She hadn't interrupted me once, nor did she judge me. She just sat there, stroking my hair, looking thoughtful about the whole thing.

Honestly, I wanted to know what she thought I should do. Right now, I valued her opinion more then anyone and if she told me to call Vincent and talk to him, I would. Hannah's opinion wasn't one that you could trust, she had this natural instinct to protect me from harms way, and to her, now, Vincent was considered harm. Her opinion was too, "dump the fool who dare break my heart and never speak to the bastard again." And I quote this, this was her exact words, and that is why I never listened to her about things like this.

Her opinions were guarded, and stealthy.

"What do you think?" I asked, getting impatient with her.

"First, do these 'fangirls' really do all the things you accuse them of doing?"

Out everything I just told her, she asks that? Really.

I scuffed. "Mom," I whined. She was not getting the bigger picture here.

"Sorry, but they are certainly a creepy bunch," she regarded. She was not wrong on that.

She shook her head, as if ridding of her previous thoughts. Finally, time for her serious answer. "I like this Carson character. He's my favourite. Anyways, you know what I think you should do? Call Vincent. Though, what he did was wrong, he probably has a legitimate excuse for doing what he did. If Carson was right, you guys will be making up in no time. And my the looks of how much your phone has been going off, I don't think you have a choice in the matter either." She pointed towards my phone that sat on my night stand.

What was she talking about?

I grabbed my phone off the table and turned it on.

12 missed calls.

28 text messages.

All from Vincent.

"Mom! Why didn't you tell me!" I gasped at all the things I was reading when he had texted me.

"What? I wanted to, but the story was getting interesting every time it went off," she countered.

Story? Did she not realize this was a real life story? My life story. It was hard to even believe all this had happened to me in the last few months I was here and there was still more dramas to take place.

I sighed. "I'm going to text him," I said.

"Good on you! I can't wait to meet him, and make sure he never hurts my baby again," she said in a motherly tone. A tone I was not used to hearing from her. I smiled. I missed her so much, and dad too but it's to bad he wasn't here to bask in the moment.

"I love you," I said, hugging her again.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Brody, I have a serious question for you now."

I released her, looking at her worried. This couldn't be good.

"Yeah mom," I hesitated.

"Are you still a virgin?"

Huh? Did I hear her right? Ha ha, I must be hearing things. There is no way my mother just asked if I was a virgin. Nope, I refuse to believe so.

"What was that mom? I think I heard you wrong," I said.

"Are you, Brody Dylan McCarthy, a virgin?" She asked sternly.

No. She didn't. She just made things go from nice and smooth to awkward and rough. Why must parents ruin such wonderful moments with such questions.

"Mom! Yes, I am!" I blushed a deep shade of red. She was almost as bad as Hannah. Like she hadn't even leftism the first place.

"Good, just making sure. Now, call your man, make things right," she kissed my cheek then got off my bed.

When she closed the door behind her, I looked at my phone again and reread some of the things Vincent had sent.

Brody, please answer me.

This is important.

I need to talk to you.

I miss you...

That last text had me texting him back right away and this time I stuck with what I wrote.

Come over. We need to talk.

It was 3:45. They had to be out by now, which means he would be here in a fe--

The door bell sounded through the whole house.

No way...

There was no way in hell he could have made it here that fast. It's impossible. Unless he's a vampire or some shit like that.

I didn't even get the chance to shower. He can't see me like this, I'm not descent. I look like road kill, with a side of roasted feet.

"Brody, it's for you," my mother shouted.

No freaking way.

I can't look like this while I talk to him, I look like shit.

Think..

Think...

I picked up my phone and dialled the house number, praying my mother would pick it up. Dialling the number, I waiting for someone to pick it up.

"Hello?" A moms voice sounded through the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank you god.

"Mom! Oh mom, can you stall him for like 10 minutes. I'm not descent, I need a shower and nice cloths," I whispered to her. I don't even know why I was whispering, it's not like he could hear me. Whatever, it gave me some sort of security.

"Oh, I can definitely do that," she said then hung up.

I didn't have time to even worry because in that second I was dashing for the bathroom, to take a shower, re-brush my teeth, then find good clothes. But not something that show I was trying too hard. I just need him to think I wasn't a complete mess without him. Even if I was.



After getting done all the hygiene stuff I ran back to my room, locking the door, and looked for clothes.

What to wear...?

Sweats? No, I have been wearing to much of those.

Pyjama bottoms? Hm, no, that makes me look like I'm not trying hard enough.

Jeans? No, I have been at home all day, can't make look like I'm trying too hard.

Shorts? Yes! That way it doesn't look like I'm trying to hard, and not to less.

Now to find a shirt.

I picked up a random white shirt, and pulled it over my head. It messed up my wet hair in the process but it also gave it that messy look that I liked.

Wait, my hair is wet! Now it looks like I took a shower and he's going to think I'm trying to look good for him. Damn, why am I even over thinking this? It's doesn't matter what he thinks anyways.

Actually, it does. It matters so much.

I don't care, I'm going to head down those stairs and hold my head up high. But not so high it looks like I'm trying to hold back a nose bleed, but you get the point.

Leave it up to crack a dumb joke at a time like this.

Walking over to my door, I unlocked it, and made my way down the spiral stairs. I was shivering, goosebumps riding in my arms.

I am so scared.

I had half a mind to head back up those stairs and never come back down but another part of me really wanted to see Vincent. To talk to him.

On my way to the living room I noticed the house was quiet, a little too quiet.

I walked into the living room and saw my mother on the single person couch, starring at Vincent intensively, who sat on the one across of her. He looked extremely uncomfortable, with my mom starring at him like that and I found it amusing. Who knew my mother could get like this? So... protective.

I couldn't help the stifle the laugh that escaped me, which I regretted. Both their heads whipped in my direction, looking at me, but there was one persons attention that had me the most captivated.

Vincent.

"Well, this is too awkward for my liking so I'll take this as my leave," my mother stood from the seat and started towards me.

Before fully leaving she whispered in my ear, "You should have told me he was so hot."

Despite that gruesome comment from my mom, I smiled. She was really something else.

I watched her retreating figure, dreading what was about to go down next.

"Brody," Vincent's voice sounded.

Why couldn't he just let me have this peace for just a few more seconds?

I sighed and turned to face him. He was standing now, but stood in the same spot. He looked the same, except that slight blemishes on his face. Even with those he was still perfect to me.

His hair was messy, that sexy kind of messy. His clothes consisted of sweats, a white T-shirt, and his leather jacket over. Still his hot, old self.

How could someone like him even be with someone like me anyways?

I beckoned him over, and he looked shocked at this action. I was too, but I felt the need to do this. Just in case he decided to break things off, I had to kiss him just one last time. I deserved at least that.

Hurriedly, he made his way to me and he was loomed over me. Still as tall as ever. I beckoned him closer, knowing I wouldn't be able to reach him, even on my tippy toes. He was just so tall.

He lowered his fall frame and before I could change my mind I placed my lips on his.

Still the same as always. Soft, plump, and intoxicating.

He was shocked, like really shocked and I didn't care. I kissed him, kissed him like my life depended on it. Then, all to soon, it was over.

I pulled away.

"Wha--?" He looked confused. Like a confused little puppy.

"Sorry," I murmured, suddenly shy. "But," I looked him in the eyes. "This doesn't mean I forgive you. I want you tell me everything. And don't lie to me, or we're finished fo--"

I stopped when I realized something. "What happened to your face?"

There was a nasty bruise there, and it looked fresh. That wasn't there yesterday when I saw him leaving school. He looked fine, well as fine as he could be. My anger increased, who did this to him?

"Oh, it's a long story. I'll explain it to you. All of it," he promised.

"Okay," I said and ushered him upstairs to my bedroom.

I just knew that my mother would be listening in and I wanted this to be in private, just in case.

When we made it to the safeties of my room, I entered and made a gesture for him to do the same. The place must have looked foreign to him now, now that some things were moved and that he hadn't been in here for quite some time.

Closing the door, and locking it, I made my way to my bed and sat down.

Vincent looked hesitant on where he should sit, and I was too. Would it be safe for him to sit on the same bed as me? I felt like it would be rude to just make him sit somewhere uncomfortable, especially since I know this was going to be a very long story.

"Just come sit here," I patted the spot next to me like my mom had done earlier.

He looked so fragile right now, like if he said or did the wrong thing I would lash out on him. Clearly he didn't know I wasn't one to lash out on someone for something as stupid as sitting in the wrong spot.

He sat on the edge of the bed, so he was far away from me. This was kind of making me a little aggravated.

I took a deep breath. "Vincent, I'm not going to bite you or anything. You can sit next to me; we're both being civil here," and I gave him a reassuring smile to add to the effect.

It was a fake smile but I didn't want him to be scared of me. What I did want, though, was a clear explanation on what was going in that bedroom before I had walked in.

And that's exactly what he gave me, and so much more.

~

"I kissed her out of pity, nothing more. I promise," Vincent finished off.

I didn't know what to say, I just sat there, frozen. Not moving an inch.

Was he being serious with me right now?

"I'm sorry, but this is some Jerry Springer shit," I told him honestly. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You went on vacation a few years back, got with The Bitch, then dumped her sorry ass. Then you come back a new man, deciding it would be smart to fake being gay to get with girls. But then The Bitch comes back into your life two years later and tries to expose you to everyone and that was why you kissed me that day. Then I come along and suddenly your gay for me and The Bitch isn't so happy about that and fakes a pregnancy to get you back. You believed her when she told you and she suddenly kissed you and you kiss back because you pity her. And today you were supposed to meet the baby but instead came to me because you wanted to apologize and explain things. And so, that's why you have that black eye, because The Bitch punched you since you refused to go with her today."

This was all too surreal. There is no way all this could have happened to him? Definitely some Jerry Springer shit.

Though, I did like the part about him turning gay for me. It was honestly nice know I could turn someone like him gay.

Either he was lying to me - which I highly doubted- or The Bitch was really crazy. Who fakes a pregnancy to get an ex-boyfriend back?

And yes, I shall continue calling her 'The Bitch' so long I am still breathing. I knew she was messed up, but not this messed up.

"Actually, I'm not all that sure if she was lying about it but there are some proofs against it. Also, there was a reason we went on that vacation that summer."

More drama. Great. Note the sarcasm.

This was getting too much for me, and I do not think I can handle any more bad news. I thought I was having things rough, catching my boyfriend kissing another girl, but he had things 10 times worse.

Yes, I did forgive him, but I was still skeptical about that whole thing. There was something really off about The Bitch and even I could tell from the things Vincent was telling me about her.

Plus, if she ever wanted to flaunt her kiss with Vincent to me I could just say it was out of pity, because he felt bad for her. But that would only be said if she decided she wanted to mess with me. It would be a low blow but she deserves it for everything she put me through. Everything she put us through.

"Why did you go on that vacation that summer?" I asked after a while. I knew I wouldn't like the answer but I just had to know.

"I wanted to tell you after that party and not ruin the mood with it but remember our first date?" I nodded, how could I forget? "Well, the reason I wasn't driving and Carson was was because I was in an accident. A bad one. People were injured... some not so lucky." I already knew where this was going and I didn't want him to continue.

"Vince, you don--" he cut me off.

"I want to," he said sternly but I could see the pain in his eyes. The unleashed tears.

Vincent doesn't cry, he's supposed to be the tough, macho man. I was the crier between us and I don't think I can handle watching him cry. It would hurt me in more ways then one.

"My dad was teaching me to drive that day and because I wasn't looking where I was going we got hit. First, it wasn't bad but then another car was coming our way and we di- he didn't have time to get out because it hit us. I survived, and he didn't," he explained. "After that, my mom thought it would be best to go on vacation after such acts took place. She thought we needed a new start kind of thing. It was all my fault, all of it was my fault. If I had looked behind that damn truck I could have saved him," he cried.

Vincent was crying and I didn't know what to do.

It honestly hurt to see him like this and I didn't know of any way to comfort him. I couldn't say I was sorry for his loss because that would be lame. I couldn't say I understood because I didn't. I didn't know what it felt like to hold the bare thought of thinking I as the cause of my own fathers death. But, I did know one thing for sure, this wasn't his fault.

He couldn't prevent the enviable and he had this weight on his chest that needed releasing. It was burden he would forever carry if he didn't stop blaming himself.

It was an accident what happened that day, not his fault.

"Vincent, do not blame this on yourself. I get that you think it's your fault because you were the one driving but it was an accident. It could have happened to anyone, but it happened to you and I'm sorry for that but it's all in the past. I don't think your dad would have wanted you to live in his memory of you being the cause of his death. He would not have wanted you to live your life carrying such a burden. I think he would have wanted to live life to it's fullest, if not for him then for yourself. He loved he, that is for certain."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to be strong for him.

What Vincent did next was completely unexpected; he laughed. The fool was actually laughing. Tears still streaming down his face, but I wasn't sure if they were from laughter or he was genuinely crying.

"When did I get so lucky? How was I blessed with such a wonderful person in my life? You know, I think that's exactly what my dad have said too," he smiled warmly at me and I smiled back.

I raised my hands to wipe the tears from his eyes, and he did the same mine. I didn't even realize I was crying until he was wiping them clear off my face.

This boy was clearly broken and I didn't even know it until today. He had so many heartaches in his past life, so many dispositions.

How could I not forgive him for one tiny mistake he had made? He wasn't perfect, and neither was I. We all make mistakes, and my mistake was ignoring him for the last two weeks.

It was stupid and immature of me. He needed me just as much as I needed him, we made each other up and if I thought losing him before would hurt, I think I might die without him now.

I loved him more then anything in this world, and never would I let him go. Not again.

"Are we good?" He asked hesitantly.

I smiled and leaned forward so I could capture his lips with mine. They tasted salty from the tears, but still perfect as ever.

It didn't take long for him to kiss me back but I pulled away before it could get too heated.

Despite my forgiveness to him he was still on penalty, just until we could get back to the way things were before. When all this drama was over and done with.

"Does that answer your question?" I whispered, resting my forehead against his.

"I don't know, I'm still a little skeptical. Maybe you should convince me a little more," he smirked.

He's back.

My smile grew, and I flung my arms around him, causing us to both fall back on my bed. I was on top of him while he was below me. The smile on my face was permanent. I had my boyfriend back and I wanted it to always be this way.

Then I kissed him once more.

"Nope, I'm still not convinced."

Again, I kissed him.

"You know, your not as shy as when I first met you," he said.

I laughed, "Well, that's what love does to people."