He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One

GUYS! WATCH THE SLIDESHOW! I SPENT TIME ON IT! APPRECIATE IT! NO SERIOUSLY WATCH IT THOUGH BECAUSE I WANT YOU GUYS TO SEE HIS SEXY PARENTS AND HIS SEXY HOUSE. :P

 

BTW, I love Paula Patton. She’s so beautiful and she’s always smiling and she’s a great actress.

            Nothing felt right anymore. Feeling like that makes me want to go away, far way, to someplace where I don’t know anyone. There won’t be anyone looking at me questioningly, wondering if I’m really happy or faking it. There won’t be anyone constantly asking me if I’m okay or trying to set me up on dates. I don’t want to date and if I want to fuck there’s someone I can call for that who is more than willing to bend over for me. I usually call him when I get deep inside my head and I wanted to let go and forget everything. It’s a great agreement since he doesn’t expect anything else but sex from me and that’s all we expect of each other.

My father had texted me saying he wanted to speak to me so I headed to their bedroom, raising my hand to knock on the door that was slightly ajar. I stopped though, when I heard my mom’s worried voice. “He’s not happy, Cristiano. He hasn’t been happy since he graduated high school and he’s been worst these past few months. I know my son and I know that he isn’t happy. What do we do, Cris?” I’m fine!

            “He wants to go and there’s nothing we can do about it.  I trust him to make his own decisions, no one knows what he wants more than he does and what’s best for him”

            “But—”

            “Even if we’re his parents he knows more than we do,” Dad cut her off quickly. My parents have always been affectionate with each other, and in this moment I pictured his arms around her as he comforted her. I pushed the image away, not wanting my head to go where it does. I can’t handle that right now and my mom was already worried about me.

Instead of knocking, I retreated, making my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my family; this was the last breakfast I’ll have with them until I come home on break. I got flour, salt, baking powder, eggs, sugar, milk, and oil to make waffles; I took out bacon…lots of it, more eggs, and sausages. I made the batter and poured some on the waffle maker. My mom walked him just as I placed everything on the counter top.

            “Morning, mom,” I greeted as I walked over and kissed her on her cheek. She looked surprised but soon she smiled beautifully at me. And that’s the mom I’m used to, always smiling.

            “Good morning.” I smiled at her.

            “Morning dad,” I greeted my father.

            “Morning.” He came over, kissed my cheek then my forehead. Yes, Hispanic men, so affectionate.

            “Would you like some help?” My mom asked. I loved my mom’s voice and I loved her laugh even more.

            “Yes, please.”

            “Where’s Michaela?” Dad asked with a frown as he pulled some fruits out of the refrigerator.

            “Cris, it’s minutes after eight in the morning where do you think she is?” Mom answered dad. And that’s how we spent breakfast. The more I talked and made jokes I could see the tension slowly disappearing from my parents’ bodies. I’m not going to lie. I’m not all rainbows and unicorn happy; I’m just fine. Being “just fine” is perfectly fine with me.