beach boy

one hundred sixty nine

troye was upstairs and i was downstairs making dinner with my mom, my dad wasnt home from work yet. my mom said,

"jacob, i think we need to have a talk"

"about what?" i asked. i was nervous that she was gonna say how troye cant stay here anymore

"you know you can tell me anything right?"

"yeah...?"

"okay just making sure" she said

what's she worried about?