All I Want Is You Baby (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 66 Kissing Is a Frenchman's Skill

"So, how is it?" Brandon asked me. We both sat at the dining table and I fed myself those yummy fried shrimps while Brandon just stared at me.
"It's awesome!" I'd ask him to become my wife if he was a girl.
Now I won't because I'm not gay.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked him.
"I'll eat once you are done," He looked into my eyes. Oh well, fine then.

"Why are you so damn good at everything?!" I shouted.
"I'm bad at gardening," He said, "I hate all those worms you find in the soil and the insects living around plants, ugh! Makes me sick,"

I looked around the living room and saw a photo frame with a family photograph of Brandon, Clara and a middle aged man, who maybe was his father but he looked nothing like Brandon. Brandon looked really out of place between them.

"Brandon, is that your dad?" I asked.
"Yes," He looked at the photo frame.
"Maybe you take after your mother?" I said.
"I don't know, I've never seen them,"
"What do you mean? You don't look like your father so isn't it obvious?"

"Mr Johnson is not my father. I was adopted by him. I don't remember much but he was my father's friend so he decided to adopt me after my parents'death"
"You must miss your parents, right?" I asked.
He smiled, "Is it weird to miss someone you've never met?"
"It isn't."

I shouldn't have picked up this topic. Brandon looked really uncomfortable and I hated myself for doing that to him. I just ate quietly and Brandon picked up the dishes, "Brandon—"
"You should go home now,"
"Oh, yes, it's pretty late," 
Brandon accompanied me to the door. It didn't feel right but I didn't know what to do. Brandon stopped suddenly.

"Actually, my mother is not dead," He said.
"Excuse me?" I turned towards him.
"My parents divorced just a few months after my birth," Brandon said, "But I don't like talking about it,"
"Why did your parent take a divorce though?" 

"Because mom liked someone else," Brandon said.
"What the fuck? WHAT SORTA REASON IS THAT? Which kinda whore leaves her few months old child to have a romance with some other bastard?" I said. Naturally, I was pissed! So, she's basically living with some sugar daddy while Brandon is here living in these slums.
"FUCKING BITCH!"

"That's pretty rude."
"That's how you talk about petty bitches. If she couldn't take care of a child then she shouldn't have had one in the first place"
"Kate, shut up,"
"I WILL NOT SHUT UP! STOP DEFENDING YOUR FUCKING MOTHER! SHE WAS A FUCKING BITCH AND YOU DON'T DESERVE HER! NO WONDER YOUR DAD DIED BECAUSE OF HER!"

He slapped me. And he didn't hesitate. I turned and looked at him.
Why Brandon?
I didn't say anything wrong. I only said what I felt, don't you like that side of me?
Why are you so pissed about a woman who doesn't even love you?

"Look at me," I looked into his eyes, "Unlike her, I would never throw you away,"
He smirked, "Thanks for the pity, Kate. You can leave now," 
"I won't,"
He grabbed my arm and pushed me out but I grabbed the door.
"Brandon!"
"Leave,"

"Hey, look at me!"
"I won't,"
"BRANDON!" I pushed him and he fell on the floor. I got above him and grabbed his hair, "Look at me,"
I looked into his eyes. He looked at me. 

"Why would you say something so hurtful about my mother?" His voice cracked, "No matter what kind of person she is, she is the woman who gave birth to me. You will never understand what it feels like to live without a mom because you have one. You think you know me? You don't know shit, Kate Roberts! You have a mom, and that's all that matters, Kate. You'll be fine because you've got that money but what about me?! WHAT ABOUT ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?!" Brandon shouted for the first time. 

He covered his eyes with his hands, "And why do you care? You don't even like me—" I covered his mouth, "Just listen, now. Shut the fuck up!"
He looked into my eyes, "Brandon, I know I've been pretty unclear about it and never come straight to you, but now I will,"