eighty-nine: playful lips made of yarn

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During the week, Brendon was incredibly busy, so I spent most of my time with Dallon. He would sit and play ukulele or piano while I did homework or something, or we'd sit and talk. I brought up the odd conversation I had with my mother while we sat in my room, us being the only two in the house at the time. 

"You'll never guess what my mother did the other day," I said, and he turned to look at me.

"Tell me, Charlie. Spill the tea," he said, crossing his hands and resting his chin on them.

"Okay first of all, she said she actually wanted to spend time with me while we were at breakfast," I said.

"Wow, what brought that on?" he asked, flipping through the pages of some fashion magazine that was laying around my house that he'd picked up and brought into my room with him. Sometimes I wondered if he wasn't just completely gay. 

"She was being nosy about Brendon on Valentine's Day, and then offered to take me dress shopping. I reminded her that I hate shopping but she offered pedicures too so I couldn't turn her down."

"Naturally," Dallon said, nodding. "Continue."

"So we went shopping and got a nice dress, you know, nothing special--"

"I want to see the dress."

"I'll show you when I finish telling you what happened." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, she actually apologized for everything that I've been dealing with lately, like with the divorce and all. Like, she sincerely said that, and also admitted that she knows she's been a lousy parent and wants to try harder at being better at it." 

"Wow, that's good. Seems like your mom starting to loosen up now that your dad isn't around to make her have a stick up her ass constantly. He's kind of an asshole, to be honest." 

"Yeah I know," I said. "I'm starting to see that too, about my mother being a lot cooler now that my father isn't around as much. And yeah, I think my father is a bit homophobic and he can sense how gay you are."

"Okay first of all, I'm bi," Dallon corrected. "And second of all, I don't even act like a gay guy. Like a bisexual guy, yes, but nobody can tell unless we have our nose pierced." 

"You're looking through a fashion magazine," I pointed out.

"I thought this is something that girls do when they gossip!" he defended. "You need more girlfriends, Charlie." 

I rolled my eyes at him again. "She also decided to have The Talk with me in the middle of the nail salon."

Dallon's mouth dropped open. "You're joking." 

"I'm not!" I said, and he started laughing and I joined in. "She was like, 'when I was a teenager, I did a lot of sneaking around behind my parents back and I don't want you and Brendon to have sex, but if you're going to then at least use a condom!'"

"Little does she know she's about a year late!" Dallon laughed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Brendon told me the first time you guys had sex, you almost stopped right before because you didn't have a condom, but then you remembered that Rachel had some stashed in your drawer and that's the only reason you guys ended up fucking." 

"Jesus, he didn't leave anything out did he?" I laughed nervously, feeling my cheeks heat. I didn't know how I felt about Dallon knowing so much about our first time. 

"Um Charlie, you know me," he said. "I don't like when people leave out details. Josh is the same way." 

"Except for when it's Josh telling me that you spank him." 

"It's different, and I don't want to talk about it." He rolled his eyes and pulled the magazine up in front of his face so I couldn't see him. I yanked it from his hands and tossed it across the room. 

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