Okay, here's the next chapter and this one is completely centered around Sebastian and his family. It gives you a bit of an idea of his relationship with his parents and what not. The next chapter will probably be the weekend and include both Sebastian and Ryder, either through them texting or meeting up.

Sebastian's mind was filled with thoughts of Ryder the entire time he drove toward his house. It was the weekend and his mother, Juliana had insisted he come home and tell them about his first week at Dalton, the all-boys school his father had enrolled him in. As the young man pulled into the driveway, he was relieved to see his father's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant Michael was still at work.
"Thank god." Sebastian said, turning the car off and pocketing his keys before he got out and grabbed his backpack and blazer from the passenger seat before he headed inside. As he entered the house he was greeted by the sound of his mother speaking French. "I'm home mom." He said, shutting the front door behind him.
"Hi honey." His mother responded, before returning to her call, which by listening Sebastian was soon able to figure out it was his grandmother. "Bonjour grand-mère." Sebastian said, moving to grab the phone in the living room.
"Sebastian." His mother said through the phone to her son, though her tone of voice was far from scolding.
"He's fine Juliana." Sebastian's grandmother said, her French accent much thicker than her grandson's or even her daughter. "It's always a pleasure to hear from one of my grandsons."

Sebastian loved talking to his grandparents and had loved living in Paris with them the past two years as well.
"How is your new school Sebastian?" His grandmother asked him, turning her attention from her daughter to her grandson.
"I like it." Sebastian told her. "I miss Paris though." He admit softly.
"Maybe I can talk your parents into coming for your birthday." She told him, but Sebastian knew better than to get his hopes up.
"Maybe." Sebastian told her. "I'll let mom finish talking to you though." He told her, knowing the time difference would affect his grandmother and not them.
"Alright sweetheart." She said. "Keep in touch."
"I will grandma." Sebastian promised. "Love you."
"I love you too." She told him, before Sebastian hung the phone up and moments later his mother's voice came from the next room. French was rarely spoken when his father was around because unlike his Uncle James who had been born in Canada and spoke the language; his father was limited in the language. Sebastian decided to make a stop in his room to drop his bag off and change out of his uniform.

The teenager changed into a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt before dropping his dirty clothes into the hamper. He glanced around the room to make sure everything was in place; he'd put the dirty clothes in the hamper, his bag was next to his desk on the floor and the bed was currently untouched.
"Sebastian, would you like a snack?" Juliana called, her question causing the young man to smile a bit. It was something they'd done after school for as long as he could remember, she'd make them a snack and he'd tell her about school and she'd tell him about her day.
"Sure." Sebastian called, glancing around the room once more before turning and heading out of his room and making his way to the kitchen where Juliana was standing at the counter, opening plastic containers filled with fruit. He went over and grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and sat them down on the counter next to his mother.
"Merci." Juliana said, using the French term for thank you instead of English.
"De rien." Sebastian responded, also in French, before he reached over to swipe a strawberry from one of the containers; resulting in his mother swatting at his hand.
"Sebastian." She said, though she was smiling as she said it, which basically ruined any chance of her scolding him.
"What?" He asked, faking innocence before he popped the piece of fruit in his mouth; while his mother just shook her head and returned to what she'd been doing.
"How was school this week?" Juliana asked, dropping a few strawberries into each bowl.
"Normal I guess for the first week." Sebastian said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "It was pretty short to be honest."
"Which for any teenager is always nice." She said, glancing over at him.
"No normal person enjoys having to suffer through class mom." Sebastian said, he was bright but that didn't mean he had to enjoy going to class.

Juliana chuckled softly, knowing that her son did indeed having a point. She could remember having days she'd rather ditch class than go as well.
"I guess you have a point." Juliana said, putting the lid back on the strawberries and handing the container to her son, who without a word knew to put it in the fridge. "Befriend any of your classmates?" She asked, opening a container of grapes and dropping a handful into each bowl.
"'Not yet." Sebastian said, moving to lean against the counter by her. "I…did meet someone at the coffee shop though."
"Oh?" Juliana asked, pausing her actions for a moment. She wasn't against Sebastian's sexuality, but she knew her husband was the opposite. "Is this someone a guy?"
"Yes." Sebastian told her. "He doesn't go to Dalton though."
"What's his name?" Juliana asked, closing the grapes and moving to put them in the fridge.
"Ryder." Sebastian said, taking the bowls and moving them to the table. "He has a twin sister named Summer and a little boy named Skyler."
"He has a son?" Juliana asked, looking over at her son. "How old is this boy?"
"Sixteen." Sebastian said. "Well, almost seventeen. He had his son with an ex-girlfriend last year." Sebastian told her, recalling his conversation with the twins.
"Sebastian, just…be careful." Juliana told him. "Not all guys are comfortable with certain advances from the same gender."
"He's bisexual." Sebastian told her, realizing that his mom was afraid of something happening because she thought he was attracted to a straight boy. "I'll be careful though." Sebastian told her as they sat down at the table.
"Good." Juliana said, taking her own bowl and picking up a grape and popping it into her mouth. "So tell me a bit more about this boy, is he cute?" She asked.

Sebastian stared at his mom for a long moment, wondering if she seriously wanted him to answer that. Though even if she wanted him to did he seriously want to answer that?
"Well?" Juliana asked as he remained silent.
"Do I seriously have to answer that?" Sebastian asked her. He knew that he and his mom were close but wasn't this pushing the boundaries a bit? "I mean, I think he is." Sebastian said, unable to look at his mother as he spoke. "It's not just his looks I like though, he's friendly and funny and it's really amusing watching him bicker with his sister." Sebastian told her, smiling a bit at the memory.
"Oh the joys of twin sisters." Juliana said, chuckling as she remembered when she and her own twin sister Alexandra would act that way. "Alex and I were always at each other's throats." She told him. "Do you know if she's older than him?"
"He's the older twin." Sebastian said, recalling the fact Ryder had mentioned not being able to use their seven minute difference to his advantage.
"So she's the younger twin like I am." Juliana said, gaining a nod from her son. "So how did you meet this friendly and funny guy?"
"I actually ran into him and spilled my coffee on him." Sebastian said, watching as his mother 's gaze locked on him for a long moment. "What? It was an accident!"
"You spilled coffee on the poor guy?"
"Accidentally! Neither of us were watching where we were going." Sebastian said. "It worked in my favor though. If I hadn't spilled my coffee on him, I probably would have never met him or started talking to him."
"True but normal people introduce themselves without dumping hot beverages on each other." Juliana told him, though she was certain her son hadn't intended to dump coffee on the other teenager.

Sebastian popped a grape into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it before he stuck his tongue out at his mother.
"I never said I was normal." Sebastian pointed out to her.
"Very true." Juliana agreed with a nod of her head. "You may carry the Smythe last name but you are a Blanchet through and through." She told him. Juliana was actually thankfully her influence seemed to dominate when it came to the way Sebastian acted. She didn't want him to turn into Michael or at least the man her husband had turned into.
"You finished mom?" Sebastian asked, pushing back from the table.
"Yeah, thank you." Juliana said, handing her bowl to her son who went to rinse them out and put them into the sink. She could tell Sebastian was interested in their Ryder boy and she wanted her son to find someone to be happy with, even if that someone was male. She knew that her husband would think otherwise though and she was worried about Michael's reaction if he was to find out about Sebastian's little crush. "Bas." She said, catching her son's attention. "Let's keep your crush between us for now, alright?"
"Like I'm crazy enough to tell him." Sebastian said, grabbing a nearby dishrag to dry his hands. "He'd just go on another one of his homophobic rampages."
"He'll come around." Juliana told him, though she wasn't sure if she believed that. She wanted too but she wasn't sure if she ever would.
"Yeah right." Sebastian scuffed.
"Give it time baby." Juliana told him, standing up from her chair and going over toward him so she was looking at him.
"I've given it time. Ever since I came out he's changed, we both know it."
"I know." Juliana said softly, they both did know it. They'd seen the change in Michael but it was Sebastian that suffered the most from it. "I'll try talking to him."
"It won't change anything." Sebastian told her, walking by her and opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.
"Sebastian-" Juliana started.
"Mom, just drop it." Sebastian told her. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." He said, closing the fridge door a bit harder than he intended too.
"Is that how you speak to your mother Sebastian?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"It's alright Michael." Juliana said, hoping to turn her husband's attention from their son. She knew Sebastian hadn't meant anything by the way he'd acted.
"No, it's not alright." Michael said, looking at Juliana before his gaze returned to Sebastian. "Sebastian I asked if that was how you speak to your mother."
"No sir." Sebastian said, being extra careful to watch his tone as he spoke to his father. "It's not."
"Then why did you?" Michael asked. The teenager didn't say anything, preferring to keep quiet because he knew nothing he said would be acceptable as an excuse.
"Well?" Michael asked, when his son remained silent.
"I was frustrated." Sebastian murmured, picking at the cap on the water bottle with his nail.
"Turn around and look at me when you speak to me." Michael said firmly. "The refrigerator isn't addressing you and I'd appreciate it if you didn't act like it was."
"I was frustrated." Sebastian repeated once he'd turned around and was looking at his father.
"You were frustrated." Michael repeated, stepping toward Sebastian who tried to step back on instinct but was blocked by the fridge. Fear flashed through Sebastian's green eyes as he stared at his father who was now just inches from him and while Sebastian was a little over six foot his dad still stood a few inches taller than him and even that short difference was enough to make him nervous when his father was angry at him. He could see his mother turn away out of the corner of his eye, they both knew nothing she did would help it never did.

Sebastian saw the slap before it happened and the force behind it was enough to nearly knock his head into the fridge. Juliana gasped at the sound of the slap and Sebastian nearly bit through his lip to prevent noise from escaping, even though his eyes had watered on their own.
"You will treat your mother with respect." Michael said, grabbing Sebastian's chin in a bruising grip. "Understand me?"
"Yes sir." Sebastian said quietly, his voice slightly shaky as his cheek began to throb.
"You better." Michael told him, releasing the teenager's chin and turning and heading out of the room and only when the sound of her husband's footsteps disappeared did Juliana turn around and walk over to her son, reaching out to take a look at his cheek.
"I'm alright." Sebastian told her, though he allowed her to turn his head to the side to look at his cheek.
"Did you hit your head?" She asked him.
"No." Sebastian said, though it wouldn't have been the first time if he had. "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you."
"It's alright baby." Juliana said, gently running her thumb over the redden skin of her son's cheek. "I know you didn't mean anything by it."
"I'm going to go upstairs to my room." Sebastian told her, before turning and heading upstairs. Juliana watched as her son left the room, she knew he was upset and would lock himself in his room for the rest of the night.

Review please and if anyone speaks French and notices I made a mistake feel free to tell me and I'll edit it. The next chapter will hopefully be up in a week maybe two at the absolute most. My college classes are finished so I hope to have plenty of free to write and get my stories updated and what not.