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Chapter. 16

We were all sitting at the table for breakfast, the last breakfast as a complete family.

I was sitting between my mom and dad, for some reason my dad wanted to build a wall around me with just him and my mom. It wasn't like I was going to hop on Martin's dick during breakfast, but I mean... maybe I'd drop my fork or something.

It was quiet, a little too quiet. But that's because no one wanted to talk about how we were all going back to our normal lives. All I could think of was what Martin's place would look like, then again I was envisioning him in the most cheesy way. Like some gross novel, with the wind blowing his half unbuttoned shirt, his eyes locking with mine while his hand outstretched for mine. "Tobias"

"Tobias, hey" I heard my dad snap his fingers to catch my attention.

"Yeah?" I cleared my throat and turned my head to look over at him.

"I need you to take Martin to the airport later, just to the airport. And a quick goodbye and send him off" he instructed me.

"It'll be a quickie" I mumbled. Martin dropped his fork and brought his hand up to rub over his face a little at my wording. "I mean I'll make it quick, I have to sleep early anyways because.. my girlfriend wants to go out tomorrow" I said in a somewhat believable voice.

"Ah, whatever happened to her coming over?" My mom asked. I looked up at Martin and he was smirking at me a little. Little fucker knew the reason already.

"Oh you know, she just went someplace with her family for a while." I mumbled then took a drink of my coffee.

My mom nodded slowly then stood up so she could begin to clear the table. "We'll have to have her over for dinner sometime, I just want to make sure my baby has someone special in his life" she said and used one hand to pat my shoulder. She seemed bothered, I think she knew I was lying.

Shortly after she got up, my dad followed her into the kitchen. Then my grandma and soon enough all the family members took their plates in, I was the only one in the dinning room now. I was sort of panicking on how I was going to tell the girl, who I slept with and never talked to again, that I needed her to hang out with me so my parents didn't find out I was gay.

I never saw her around town, she could've been away. Or she could've moved. Damn, I hope she didn't die.

"Girlfriend, huh?" Martin asked while he came up behind me, bringing his hand up to ruffle my hair a little. I was still sitting down, so I had to crane my head back to look up at him. Which made him upside down so I sort of snickered a little.

"Yep, since middle school. I thought I really liked her, and I did. But when it came to.. you know, more adult things.. I just couldn't do it. So she probably thought she was a smash and pass, but in reality it was that I was gay" I let out a small chuckle then brought my hand up to his cheek "want to come with me to track her down?" I ask.

"I've got time to kill, and all the family moving around is going to be hectic so I want to get out of the house" he said before he looked around the room, once the coast was clear he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips then he pulled away. "I'll go tell your dad, I'll be right back" he said.

I rested my head down on the table, using my arms to cushion it a little while I let out a small yawn. It was still pretty early, and I needed to get dressed. I stood up and made my way up the steps, I was already getting sad because in a couple of hours Martin won't even be in the same house as me, and then I'll just mope around.

I went into my bedroom to grab some clothes to change into, grabbing one of Martin's scarves from his bag. Then I changed into my clothes, I rubbed my neck a little while I looked into the mirror then made a slight face at the dark purple marks on it. A big smile formed on my lips as I thought about how they got there. I was like a love sick teenager. Well.. mostly because I was.