Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Welcome to Spencer Manor

A/N: Make sure to reread the last chapter, because the published chapter before wasn't right. Sorry about that. Listen to Unwell by Matchbox 20. It's really describe's Timmy's feeling for a long time, especially right now. You'll know when you read this chapter.

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Johnny rolled into the the Spencers Household, through the gates as he circled around the water fish fountain. He had parked their vehicle, and shut off the engine. Timmy exited the black car's passenger seat, following Johnny, to get out his luggage. While Johnny went for the one inside the trunk, Timmy took the one in the backseat. The two headed towards the entrance of the house.

After ringing the doorbell, Johnny and Timmy basked under the setting sun. A light bulb popped up in Johnny's head as he remembered the meeting that took placed that afternoon. Face to face with Timmy, both had a conversation concerning the problem with the orphanage.

"Hey," Johnny said softly to the person next to him. Timmy looked up from the ground he was zoning out. "I've talked with Lance, Sef, Sheryl, and Jessica just before I came to get you. Everything's all set, so you'll pair up with Sheryl for the documentation and photo documenting. I need you to give me your personal email address, so I can give it to Lance to send you the plan."

Pausing, he looked at Timmy to see if he was paying attention. Surprisingly, he was, and Johnny resumed talking. "Brandon, you probably have seen him during the banquet, said he'd help out when we need help. But, since he's busy with some stuffs of his own, I decided to ask him when we really need it."

While Johnny talked, Timmy listened, nodding his head. But, as time ticked by, tension within him started building up. He tried to control it by focusing on the topic, and controlling his breathing at the same time.

Once Johnny was done talking, Timmy a question was itching its way out Timmy's brain. With his full lips pouting, he asked. "How come I wasn't included in this meeting, if I'm gonna be part of it?" The thought of being excluded out the meeting annoyed him a little.

The taller man bumped into the other guy and Timmy stumbled a bit. "Hey, now! Its because I gave you time to pack up your stuff and say good bye to your family." Shrugging his shoulders, Johnny laid out his answer. "Plus, I wanted to give you more time. If ever you changed your mind after you agreed, you'd have time to call me afterwards."

The shorter man, by a few inches, found the logic in what Johnny had just said. Opening his mouth, Timmy was about to say something, but the door opened. Out came an old man in his late forties. He wore the typical outfit of a butler, a black and white suit with a black tie. 

"Young Master Johnny, why are you using the front door again?" Asked the butler, his brows wrinkled and mouth pulled down. He bowed his head as he took the two luggages in his hands. Timmy felt awkward as he watched the old man take the luggage with little to no struggle. "Master Johnny, the garage has a door for you to get in easier. "

Chuckling, Johnny's hand waved to Timmy's way. "Gervais, let me introduce Timothy Wong. He's going to be living with me for a while. Treat him the same way you treat me." His hands moved to his stomach, rubbing in circles while he showed his teeth. "I ate too much during my lunch date with my friends. This is Timothy Wong, Gervais. Treat him like how you treat me. He'll be living with us for the mean time."

"Very well, Master Johnny." The old man Gervais bowed his head. "Welcome to the Spencers Manor. If you need anything, Please do call for me or anyone here."

Hands of Timmy flared at the butler as he heard Gervais say the word master. "Uh, just call me Timmy. You do t have to say Master, too."" The awkward situation added into Timmy's uneasiness.