Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

Twenty-first👣-edited

“Ivy, welcome home. How was your day?"

I waited for a response, but Ivy was solely looking at Carter taking in his appearance as if he was the one dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume and not me.

"Oh, this is-“ I started introducing Carter but Ivy  went ahead and waved a hand in the air, shushing me up. 

“I know who he is.” Ivy sneered, looking Carter up and down. 

Carter’s own expression twisted into a scowl, the glares of the two almost striking each other mid-air into a swirl of lightings.

“I don’t think I had the pleasure to meet you though.”Carter responded, offering Ivy a shallow smile despite his obviously tensed figure. What was up with these two?

  “I’m Ivy, Ryder’s younger brother.” Ivy said, stretching his hand towards Carter.

 Carter’s eyes widened and after a few minutes of staring a wide genuine, smile bloomed on his face, his palm intertwining with Ivy’s quickly and shaking his arm vigorously. Ivy seemed shocked by the sudden change because he pulled his hand away brusquely. 

“So your brother really is a crossdresser.” Carter turned to look at me, making me frown in confusion.

“Of course he is, I think I told you this the day I became your caregiver.”

Carter looked down and rubbed his nape. 

     “Yes, yes you did.”

     I thought Carter was embarrassed but I didn’t know why and before I was able to inquire about it Ivy had already broken the silence.

     “What is he doing here by the way? Are you working from home now?” He smirked. It was one of those superior smirks, the ones who told you Ivy saw you as nothing more than a scum and it was entirely directed towards Carter. 

     I took a defensive stance, scrunching my eyes down at my brother. He was fussy for absolutely no reason, acting moody towards Carter despite not even knowing him. 

 “Carter is not my work, but my friend. I don’t see why having my friend over is such a big problem to you though.”

     Ivy lifted his hands in the air as if he surrendered, walking further into the room and lifting Ollie into his arms. 

     “I have no problem, brother... but if you think wiping your friends’ butt or spoon-feeding them is normal, then I advise you go back to being friendless. Anyway, I’m going to change Ollie’s pyjamas, call us when lunch is ready.”

     With this Ivy left the room, leaving me behind wondering what was wrong with him. He had no right to talk to Carter like that. Carter was so prideful he barely let me help him climb into his wheelchair. I was more like a housekeeper or a live in boyfriend for him because all I had to do was to cook, spend time with him and sometimes clean the house. If I were in his place and I heard Ivy say something like that, my pride would have been surely wounded.  

     “I am sorry, Carter, I don’t know what got into him.”

     Carter offered me a small smile but you could see how weak it was with the bare eyes.