Inlove With My Gay Best Friend

Is He My Child?

Wow, I actually have nothing to say for once.

AHAHA

Well I'm glad it's friday anyway!

Do you guys have any plans for this weekend?

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Inlove With My Gay Best Friend

It was probably around eleven in the morning when I had finally finished cleaning the whole house. Aaron went to work which left George and I to do absolutely nothing all day but watch TV and eat ice cream.

It's a typical sunday morning where everyone's lounging around watching the sunday news or preparing to go out shopping. I decided maybe it should be a house day for the both of us meaning watching films all day and relaxing. You can never go wrong with that.

As I placed the hoover back inside the storage room, I could hear grunting outside and as I peeked through the window, I noticed it was Tyler trying to fix their lawn mower. He scratched his head, kicking it and expecting it would magically work again.

I figured George would be alright on his own for a couple of minutes considering he was only laid down on the sofa watching TV and I will only be across the road. Besides, if he wanted something, he only needs to go outside and find me.

I quickly walked over to Tyler, peeping through their gates and asked his what was happening. I mean, it was pretty obvious he was struggling with the lown mower but it just seemed polite to ask anyway.

'Yeah..' He laughed nervously, 'I think I may have broken our lawn mower. I only got it this morning!'

 A bit of plastic was on the ground and I assumed he must've snapped an important part of it. That may explain as to why it's not working anymore. I couldn't help but laugh in my head, he's still the same old clumsy clogs he was before.

'We have one. Do you want to borrow ours?' I smiled.

'Errmmm..' He scratched the back of his head as if he was embarassed, Are you sure?'

'Yeah! Of course.'

I was about to walk back to the house until I heard a little boy weeping near by. George ran up to us screaming and tears streaming down his face. He's a cute little boy. I'm not just saying that because he's my son but everything he does is just adorable. George is a little impatient but then again everyone was like that when they were his age.

'The TV turned off!' He sulked.

'Don't worry, sweetie.' I knelt down on my knees as I wiped off the ice cream on his face and clothes, 'I'll turn it back on for you.'

Ruffling his hair, he immediately stopped crying and wiped the tears off his face.

'Woah.' Tyler stared at George, 'He looks exactly like me when I was a child.'

He was right.

How could I have never noticed? When Jay was around his age, he looked so much like him. They had the same button nose and big brown eyes. The only thing that was different was probably the hair colour. He had dirty blonde hair whereas Jay and I had brunnette hair. George must've inherited this from our parents.

'That's crazy!' He laughed, 'Is he my child or something?'

If only you knew Jay....