The Lies That We Tell

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Quentin decided to do it on the next day while his boyfriend was practicing for the basketball game at school. Sure, he had a good chance to tell about his new relationship to his parents yesterday but it wasn't as easy.

He had promised to help Theo to tell his mother about their relationship but how could he do that when he didn't even know how to tell his own parents? But he wanted to tell them. They had always been close and he felt bad that they had no idea about what was happening in his life.

So with that in mind, he went to their bedroom and knocked on the door because he wouldn't make the mistake of just walking in with no warning.

"Come in," he heard his mother. When he opened the door, he saw her on the bed braiding Eleanor's hair and his father sitting on the chair, writing something on his computer.

Probably his book again, the one he had been working with almost two years. He had read all of his books and knew why he was so awarded bestseller.

"Did you want something, sweetie?" his mother asked but didn't look at him. Instead, her full focus was on her daughter's hair.

"It's nothing important, I can come back later," he said but of course both adults heard that he wasn't saying the truth. His father turned away from the computer at the same time his mother's green eyes looked at his way.

"You can talk now," his father frowned. Quentin turned to look at his sister who finally seemed to get the hint that she wasn't wanted in the room but decided to pretend that she didn't see anything.

"No, it's nothing that can't wait. I still have homework to do," he said and quickly left the room and almost ran to his own room while passing three young boys who were fighting about the remote in the living room.

Just to mess with them, he took it from Daniel's hand, went to sit on the couch and put on some boring document about birds that he had no interest to watch at all.

"We were watching television!" Sebastian yelled and tried to get the remote but Quentin was quicker and hid it.

"No, you were fighting about what to watch on television. Have you done your homework already?" he asked, loving to be the oldest child who could boss these monsters around.

All nodded their heads as a yes but Quentin could see three books open in the kitchen table where their mother left them to finish homework. And like always, they stopped doing them the minute she left the room.

"So if I go to the kitchen I can see everything done?" he asked. Everett, the five years old, lowered his head and went to the kitchen without a word but Sebastian and Daniel seemed to be determined to win this battle since they were so much older at the age of eight and ten.

"You can't tell us what to do!" Daniel yelled even though they have had this argument since he learned to talk.

"You want to ask Mom or Dad? They would just tell you that I'm in charge when they're not here," Quentin smirked. He was staring both of them and they did the same while looking like two angry squirrels.

"Listen to your brother and finish your homework or no dessert to you," his mother said while entering the room with father and Eleanor following. Then they walked to his room where they could talk without distractions. "Now, you had something to talk about?"