Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Twenty

<Kieran's POV>

The door felt heavier when I closed it shut, ignoring the waving hand of my father as he back out of the driveway. It was the evening time but it was still summer, and the walk from his car to the door had been enough to make me break out into a light sweat. I leaned my forehead against the wood, reveling in how cold it was for a minute before making my way to the kitchen. The light was on and my Mum's van was in the driveway, so I took a deep breath and rounded the corner. I wasn't sure exactly what I could say to her, but I couldn't say nothing.

My Mum's gay. Or something of the sort.

It was repeating in my head, the words swirling around like water in a broken ass toilet bowl. I finally looked up from the ground, lip almost raw from how hard I'd been biting down on it.

"Mum?"

The kitchen was empty so I ventured into the living room. The lights were dim but I could make out the figure of my Mum curled up on the couch under a thick blanket. The TV was on one of those lame Hallmark Christmas movies, even though it was mid-July.

"Mu--Who the hell are you?!"

The lady curled up under the blanket was most definitely not my Mum. Her hair was dark and curly, lips painted a vibrant blue shade. I had never even seen my mother wear lipstick before. Her eyes widened when she saw me, lips splitting into a broad, white smile. She popped out from under the blanket with all the vivacity of an ADD bunny, her hand launching out to meet mine in an enthusiastic handshake.

I tore my hand from her grasp, noting how her smile didn't even drop.

"You must be Kieran! Caoimhe has told me so much about you"

"Ok cool. But who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked her impatiently, hand clenching and unclenching as I determined if she was a threat or not.

"Do you speak to your mother with that mouth?" She briefly scowled before sighing.

"My name's Keisha King, I'm a friend of your mother's. Back when I used to teach, kids used to call me Ms. Keisha" A smile fluttered onto her face as I chose my next words carefully.

Why are you here?

"Like the Vine?"

I wanted to slap myself. Her face contorted into one of confusion, and I found myself stuttering over an explanation of what Vine was. He face dropped from excitement to disappointment, and I would've been sad but it happened far too often to people I talked to anyways.

"Its like: 'Ms. Keisha? Ms. Keisha? Oh my fucking god, she fucking dead' and it's funny 'cause it's a doll and yeah..."

Ms. Keisha looked thoroughly unimpressed with my explanation and rolled her eyes.

"Alright, since I'm not fucking dead how's about we stick to Keisha if that's better"

I shook my head in shame, "I'm still gonna think of that Vine, sorry"

"Just call me Ms. King then" she scowled and I couldn't help but smirk at the annoyance on her face.

Fuck that. You're now Ms. Keisha.

"Jesus," she muttered, "Caoimhe had me thinking you were some angel"