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My Dad's Friend: 06
Getting off the plane, I filled in my lungs the fresh breeze I lacked from the plane. With a sigh, I threw my bag over my shoulder and began heading towards the exit.
I couldn't believe I was fucking doing this, a nineteen years old boy pulled out from school and flee half away across the country, from Los Angeles, California to Toronto, Canada for a stupid family meeting... pretty fun...I thought sarcastically.
Reaching the exit, I pushed the doors opened open and made my way out, the fresh breeze of Toronto caressed my cheeks, I instantly spotted my stepbrother Dean, two years younger than me with brown hair and green eyes, bolding stating the fact that we shared the same father...I tried my best not to roll my eyes as I walked over to him, resting against a black SUV, hands tucked into his sweatshirt and a pair of black pants.
"Hey Tristan" he put on the biggest and fakest smile I had ever seen as soon as I came in fr
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"Tristan! Your Dad is here!" I rolled my eyes as my stepmom's voice came from downstairs. My gaze went down to little Nuts and I picked her up in my arms before sauntering out of my room. I wandered down the stairs tiredly, suddenly feeling sifted but I managed on my feet till I got to the living room, where my dad was and I dropped Little Nuts on the floor. "Tristan, welcome home. I haven't seen you for one and a half years and You're all grown up!" My dad exclaimed as he stood from where he sat and advanced towards me, instantly enclasped me as if I was his long-lost son...I rolled my eyes, unexpectedly feeling pricked out of my mind. "Mn!" Came to my reply as he pulled away from the hug but his hands remained on my shoulder, giving me a wide smile...I tilted my head a bit and my eyes landed on something...someone. "Who's that?" I queried with a grimace.
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I tried not to ogled at him, I embarked to keep my eyes fused on the plate of food laid out in front of me, I tried to listen to the words being enunciated around the dining table, but still… My eyes still wandered back to him, sealing glances once in a while, and my cheeks burn in stigma whenever our gazes would meet.What the heck?!What was the meaning of this?How could I be attracted to a man…? I was straight, not straight as a circle, I had never darted at a man twice, not that I had anything against homosexuality…but I was born straight, but my eyes lingered back to him again and my eyes watched as he gulped, the food raced down his throat, my hand went up to my throat, slowly trailing while my gaze glued to his seductive adam apple, I fidgetted.As if struck, I looked away instantly, shaking my head to get rid of every heinous thought but when I lifted my head, I found hi
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My lazy legs hauled me down the stairs to the living room, scraping my eyes to clear off the siesta.I took out my cell phone from my pocket, checking the time on the screen, I cursed realizing it was past 1 am. I sough and put it back into my pocket.My legs took me to the living room but stopped dead by the door, a gasp fled my mouth as I gaped with my mouth on the floor.Dr. Sean was standing beside the kitchen counter shirtless, showing off his vast athletic, muscular arms and broad back while his lower half was cover in sweatpants, a straight v line running into his pants.Suddenly he turned hearing my voice and I caught sight of a skull tattoo on the left side of his chest, my stupefied eyes went back to his face and found him staring at me stolidly. Feeling caught and suddenly feverish, I turned my back to him. I placed my hand over my chest, breathing histrionically. I felt blood surging to m
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Striding in the house with a shopping bag, followed by the rest of my family. I heard a beep from my pocket and took it out from my pocket, smiled as I read the message. I wheeled to my dad."Can I have one of the keys to a car?" I requested.My stepmother stepped forward, dropping her shopping bags on the floor. This woman made me amble around an enormous shopping mall because of her gibberish. I poked my inner cheek, suddenly irked as she came to stand in front of me."But Tristan, we just got back from the mall, it was a bit tiring. Aren't you tired?" She grilled, staring at me with her big brown eyes that I despised so much, those eyes reminded me of the fact that this woman was once my mom's best friend who stole her home a week later her death."Mind your own business!" I gritted at her question and she gasped, stepping away from me."I'm your mother, Tristan!" A little voi
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My Dad's Friend My Dad's Friend: 13
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My Dad's Friend My Dad's Friend: 14
"Tristan, Dad's sending for you!"I sighed dramatically, finally flickering after sharing an intense staring session with the black dot on my ceiling. I slowly got out of bed, feeling seeped and impractical as I walked out of my room, in my green stocks. I walked down the hall lazily and down the stairs to the living room, where I found my dad and stepmom waiting patiently, I stood in front of them."What?!" I grilled in boredom, wondering why the days were jogging so slow, it was like they were squirming, afflicting, and mocking me."Sit down, Tristan" Dad instructed, I rolled my eyes and sat down on the opposite couch. I instantly noticed Dr. Sean walking down the stairs but he ignored us and went straight to the kitchen. I gulped, thinking back to our last encounter yesterday, it was still fresh in my head, as much as I wanted it gone. I could still feel the roughness of his lips on my neck, the feeling of his strong
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