Gay for you

GAY FOR YOU: CHAPTER 6

ARNE'S POV

"It's cause I like you damnit"

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"Arne! Get down kiddo. The guests gonna be here soon" That's my mom.

"I'm not a kid mom! I'm fourteen!" I shout from the top of the stairs as I approach the living room.

"Yeah yeah. I'm sorry, kiddo" she retorts sarcastically.

I roll my eyes as I sit on the couch, properly dressed for the so-called "guests".

My dad's business partner is going to join us for dinner with his family. I don't like guests. Actually no, I don't like "people". They seem to be way more interested in your life than you yourself are.

My mum said, he has a son of my age. It's gonna be annoying. Extremely annoying.

All I have to do is ignore. IGNORE.

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"Welcome! Mr and Mrs Mendes. We are so glad to have you" my mum greets the guests which such honey dripped voice. Eww!

"Sorry for the inconvenience" Mrs Mendes reply thoughtfully.

"Oh, not at all" my mum responds.

I greet them a "hi" with an emotionless smile and head towards the kitchen for some food while my parents indulge themselves in the gathering.

There was food and only food entirely spread across the six feet espresso wood dining table with the least space for plates and glasses.

"Holy-" I cover my mouth with the hand, not to freak out at the mini Thanksgiving feast. The whole table was covered by marinated chicken tenders, seared tilapia, veal parmesan, baked ziti, chicken breast, pork chops and flat iron steak, baked potatoes, steamed broccoli, and corn and vegetable succotash.
"-Shit!"

I reach my hand at the steaming hot chicken but retreat at the thought that I could be served as a dish if I touched any of it before the dinner time. I gulped at the site, grab my cookie jar and walked out to the patio. Giving one final tragic look at the food and a promise to meet them again, I leave the kitchen.

I wasn't a foodie. It's just that food was my "religion" and "Got food? Take me" was my Bible.

My sister, who now in Canada, doing her studies made me write all her thesis in exchange for MC Donalds' meal coupons. Even today, I agreed to stay at home as my mum promised to take me out to the fancy restaurant down the lane this Sunday.

Food is all that matters.

I grab my seat on the classic white wooden swing, with the cookie jar in between my thighs as I put the first cookie of the night in my mouth.

Divine.

I pick my second chocolate moulded holy biscuit from the jar as I hear my dog, Leo, barking at the bushes.

"Leo! Come here" I call but with no movement in response, I walk towards him as I spot him right in front of a boy, dressed in black from top to bottom with a hoodie covering his head.

"Leo!" I shout to snatch the attention of my golden retriever and the boy. The boy, who definitely was a stranger with an awful vibe surrounding him.

Leo runs towards me and stands right in between me and the guy in order to protect me. It made me want to give cuddles to my baby boy but I restrained. Now, it was time to deal with the awful stranger who broke into my house out of nowhere.