Oneshots

Meeting the Ostrowiskis

I adjusted my collar for the twentieth time in the mirror, looking myself over from curly violet hair to a pair of dark dress pants. There was nothing too abnormal about my appearance, just a dark suit with a purple tie standing out snappily against my vitiligo-stained skin, other than the fact that my round glasses lay abandoned on the counter, but I needed to be sure. Outside of the washroom I was in, my boyfriend pounded at the door.

"Thomas, hurry up," he called. "I need to put my contacts in!" With a sigh and one final glance at my reflection, I opened the door. He looked me up and down. "You look-"

"Hot?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

He ignored my suggestion. "Is this 'straight Thomas'? And if so, why is he a such a player?" Brayden's words were nonchalant, but his cheeks were flushed, and he had the same dopey smile he wore the first time we'd kissed.

A sign of attraction, my brain was quick to say. I suddenly had an immense appreciation for my brain.

"This was me before I came to Mesorogiwi. Some random playboy for sad girls to simp over," I told him with a shrug. "Then I met you." I looked at him as I did usually, a small smile and cheeks slightly red. He drifted towards me, holding me close before letting go with a shake of his head.

"No. Today, we're straight guys," he huffed, almost as if he was pumping himself up. "I only like ladies now. We're bros, with bro hugs, bro handshakes-"

"Bro make out sessions?" I suggested with a smirk. He glared at me, making me roll my eyes. "Right, we're straight boys, no kisses. Except for now." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and ran away laughing.

"Thomas!" he groaned, storming after me, a smile teasing his lips.

His sweet lips, the ones that taste like candy, and whisper loving nothings into your ears... my brain reminded me. My brain must have forgotten we don't like men today. Stupid brain.

"What?" I asked innocently, holding back a grin.

Brayden sighed. "Nothing. Now, you ready to meet my family?"

Little did the Ostrowskis know, this was a big thing for our relationship. The next step in our love life. But the Ostrowskis didn't know we were dating. They didn't even know their son was bi, so we were, for now, Straight™.

But instead of dwelling on that, I just smiled at my boyfriend. "Yep. Lead the way." 

We walked down a flight of stairs hand-in-hand, but broke off as he pushed a door open. I walked through the open doorway, entering a small dining room. People who I assumed were his parents smiled at me warmly while pair of girls (sisters?) blushed faintly. There were two others, a guy and a girl, who didn't react in any strong way. 

Brayden was the first to break the ice. "Thomas, meet my family. My parents, Jim and Rhonda, my older sister Jamie, my older brother Chris, and my little sisters, Lila and Tiff." I smiled confidently at them, as if this was a photo shoot.

Lila didn't bother to keep quiet as she asked my boyfriend and her older brother, "Bray? Why is your friend so so cute?" Brayden blushed lightly and opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off my a reply of my own.

"To attract the attention of lovely young ladies such as you," I answered smoothly. The words felt rehearsed, and in a way, I suppose they were, but no one seemed to notice. No one, of course, except for Brayden.

He nudged me lightly, a small, likely fake, smile on his lips. "C'mon man, don't hit on my sister. You can sit next to me and Chris." He took his place at the table and I followed suite. As soon as our hands were clothed by the tablecloth, he took my hand giving it a small squeeze, an unspoken question. 

'Are you okay?'

Oh what a packed question that is, isn't it?  But we didn't have the time to go through with that conversation, so I gave him a small, barely noticeable nod instead. He relaxed at my nod, and his smile became real.

Rhonda, Brayden's mother, was the first to break the ice. "So Thomas, how did you and Brayden first meet?" she asked.

"It's actually a bit of a funny story," I began, smiling from the memory. "I was utterly lost in the hallways, and Brayden heard me yelling. He came to help but he was lost too so we found a map online, and we went on our way! We were inseparable since."

Rhonda smiled at us. "How sweet of you! You're there for each other!" Jim nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, he was always there for me. He was the one to carry me to the nurse's office after the sta-" Brayden shook his head tightly, but the damage had already been done.

Rhonda smiled tightly and gripped the table. "The what?" I stayed quiet. "What happened that you won't tell me?" 

Still, not a word crossed my lips. I glanced briefly at Brayden, but he was as stubbornly silent as me. Scared thoughts whispered to me from the back of my head. They echoed through my skull, bouncing off the wall of my head. What if she gets scared and takes him away? they asked. What if you lose him? What if you never see him again?

Rhonda's shriek shook me from the thoughts. "Will somebody tell me what's going on?!"

A/N: I have given up on this. It maybe be finished it the future. Bada bing, bada boom, have a nice day.