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"You've been…acting kind of weird lately."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, but…I can't really put my finger on what it is."

Flynn was rather happy than he couldn't. He knew his teacher was an observant guy, but there were things that he didn't need to know about him. For instance the fact that he had been attending a gay bar in the middle of the night for the last two weeks wasn't something he'd tell just anyone, especially if said person was an adult. He was…enjoying his nightlife, even if it meant waking up groggy and sore in the morning. It was sometimes hard to explain to his mother why he walked with a slight limp in the morning, wishing the guys down at the bar were a little gentler with him during their sexual encounter.

But then again he really wasn't worried about the consequences when getting screwed.

His usual excuse was that he had slept the wrong way during the night, though sometime he liked to blame the bed in general for his limp. As much as Flynn would've been happy to say that he had never been caught coming back into the house at night, he couldn't…but at least he had prepared beforehand. For some odd reason he remembered that there was no milk at his house, so on his way back home he stopped at one of those twenty-four hour convenience store an picked up a gallon of the stuff. It pretty much saved his skin…Upon walking into the house his mother confronted him, panic-stricken as she screamed at him for an explanation.

Flynn froze, mind working overtime to figure out just what he could've said to the older woman that sounded plausible. Before he complete broke down and told her the truth he remembered the milk in his hand. Quickly he explained that he had gotten hungry in the middle of the night, and after finding out that they had no milk for cereal decided to go out and get some. There were quite a few holes in his story, one mainly being that he had never gotten up in the middle of the night and craved anything. But his little lie seemed to calm her down a bit, his mother furiously telling him not to scare her like that again.

She believed him for a simple reason…in the past he had rarely if ever lied to her, and as such she would probably believe anything he told her. This didn't mean he liked to however…it made his stomach churn horribly whenever he spouted bull to the person who had been so good to him over the years. But he had a good reason for not telling him that he had no interest in women; the last thing she needed in her life was more stress, and Flynn would be damned if he was the person to bring her over the edge. Doing what he did best was the only way to keep her happy, no matter how much it hurt him deep down.

During the day he tried to function as normally as he could, but sometime he just couldn't contain the smile that would randomly appear on his face. His friends teased him about it, though when they said his improved mood was due to him finally getting laid he instantly denied it…because it was only partially true. Other than screwing and getting screwed the fact that he finally had a place to just…unwind was also another reason for his slight mood change. Talking to other people about the real him just made Flynn feel so much better about life, and it had been some time since he had felt that way.

He didn't need to hide himself when he was at the bar, didn't need to be the perfect goddamn model of purity and didn't need to lie- well…He had lied about his age a few time, but only by a year…not that it made it better. Though he didn't lie all the time! Sometimes they never asked so therefore there was no reason for him to open his mouth and say anything. Even if he hadn't broken his old habit around people he felt comfortable with he knew it was only a matter of time, which would probably be around the time he actually did turn eighteen.

He had gotten a little more experience from the two weeks he had been visiting the club, mainly in the kissing department. Things like his performance in bed also improved, but because he didn't have sex on a daily basis it was a gradual change. Flynn had learned little things here and there when he slept with different guys, submitting to either position since he didn't really mind. Sure the blonde was forceful sometime, but they could be forceful right back too and that usually left him sore and wanting nothing more than to just sleep in when morning came. Different people liked different things, that was a given, but he found that if certain spots on the male body were hit the outcome was the same.

Other than sex he'd just make out with some guy on the dace floor or at the bar, thus how his make-out skills had improved. Flynn didn't worry about people staring at him, sneering because they believed what they were doing was wrong, because he knew the building was a safe place. It was a little awkward though, but those moments always made him forget about the blaring music, flashing lights and other people around him. Judith forever teased him about how 'bold' he had became, the blonde blushing when she pointed something like that out to him.

Although he was enjoying his nightlife there was one thing he wanted but hadn't yet obtained…the name of the person who had taken his virginity. For the two weeks he had been going he had not seen him, the blonde waiting patiently at the bar before someone decided to pick him up where he forgot about the long haired stranger temporarily…Even if he left with other men he always came back, always waited in the same seat if he could and always ordered the same drink. Every now and then he'd just stare at the cheery bobbing in his glass, it instantly taking him right back to the night he had met such a demanding presence.

Judith informed him that he'd probably be waiting for some time since the unnamed man's schedule was pretty random, though she added that after a few years she could 'tell' whenever he would make an appearance. But he still kept coming even if the odds seemed to be against him, because, well...they had made a promise. Flynn knew the other had no obligation to keep his word; in fact he was sure the other male had laughed at him as soon as he was out of his apartment. He was naive, the blonde knew this for a fact, but that didn't mean he had to become cynical to make up for it.

He still believed that people could be trusted and truthful, and it was for that very reason that he continued to wait. He would come, he just knew he would, and Judith seemed to find his perseverance to be rather 'interesting' as she put it. He wasn't really sure why...and it was because of his lack of understanding that the female bartender seemed to find him even more interesting. She was an oddball for sure...but at least she was kind.

"Maybe it's a girl, yeah, that has to be it." His teacher said, looking rather proud of himself as he glanced over at him.

"I can honestly say the only woman in my life right now is my mother." Finally the first truthful thing out of his mouth all day. His teacher eyed him suspiciously, but Flynn never gave up his straight face.

"Really…? Bummer…And here I was looking forward to one of my prim and proper students getting a social life." He sighed deeply, clearly disappointed with his failed observations...though Flynn was much more concerned with something else.

"Who says I don't have a social life?"

"Oh come on, I bet the only thing you do on the weekends is watch old movies with your mother."

Flynn really couldn't say anything because until recently he actually had been doing nothing over the weekend but watching old movies with his mother...but there was nothing wrong with that! In fact it was exactly what his mother needed...quality time with her son. His friends usually did invite him to do things over the weekend, but he never really took the opportunity to go with them, deciding that he probably should've been doing something else...like studying.

That wasn't to say that he believed he was too good for his friends and their activities, he just thought that he probably should've been using those two days off for something education. Thank god his thinking had changed…but for the time being he needed to make sure his teacher still believed that he lived a completely boring life…The blonde allowed himself to blush slightly, rather embarrassed about how he had been going about his life prior to his visit to the bar.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm boring…sorry to disappoint you, Mr.-"

"Hey, hey, I've told you before none of that formal stuff, it's Raven. I don't wanna feel old."

"But you are old."

The older male clinched his heart in a dramatic manner, saying that he had 'hit his weak point', Flynn not all that impressed with his theatrics. Even if he acted like an idiot sometimes the blonde could easily say that Raven was the easiest teacher for him to talk to, mostly due to the fact that he had known the man prior to his induction into high school. He was a family friend who had known his father for quite some time, and after the man's death Raven was nice enough to check in on him and his mother every now and then.

It was a bit odd having him as a teacher at first since he had been so informal with him in the past, but it seemed the older man was pretty damn lax when it came to his position as a teacher. Apparently all of his students called him Raven, which he never understood since his given name was Damuron Atomais. It made him pretty popular around the campus, plus his laid back attitude also earned him a few more points among the students. All in all he was the kind of teacher a student would've loved to hang out with, but Flynn wasn't there to get to know the 'cool' teacher more.

"Ah, right…how's your mother? Is she up and about?" Raven seemed to choose his words carefully, but there was no need…so Flynn just told the truth without pussyfooting around the issue.

"She's stable…she's been taking her pills like she should be and there hasn't been another incident…" Flynn stopped himself from speak since he didn't want to recall the last time his mother had a psychotic breakdown, because that involved the police and a little blood.

"That's good…and how are you feeling?"

The blonde didn't answer that question…because he was tired of answering it. People didn't need to be concerned about him, since it was quite clear that his mother needed all the attention. He was the man of the house now…and because of that he didn't have time to play the 'why me?' card. He had taken over most of the duties of the house to lessen the load his mother had to do, but she was still in charge of cooking because it was one thing he never seemed to pick up from her.

"Okay, okay, I get it, just stop giving me that look." Raven ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, his eyes clearly giving him a sympathetic look. The blonde had to look away; he really hated when people looked at him like that, because he had received enough of everyone's pity already.

"Look, I need to head home, so…"

"Sorry, I made you feel all weird and stuff, didn't I? It's just that I'm worried-"

"I'll tell my mother you'll be coming over later."

Flynn just wanted to get away from him, so he quickly retrieved his things and left through the door, not looking back or slowing as the older male continued to talk to him. Sometimes he really wished things hadn't turned out the way they had…but he had long since stopped himself from thinking about the things that could've been. The only thing that mattered to him was the now…and right now he needed to get home and work on his house chores. There wasn't too much to do, just clean around the living room and bathrooms and when he was done he would do his most important job…make sure his mother was in a good mood.

Standing by the bus stop that would take him home the blonde couldn't help but think about what he'd do later on that night, a small smile creeping its way onto his lips. Even if it was during the wee hours of the night he liked not having any kind of responsibility…he liked being irresponsible. Well…even his recklessness had a limit, especially when it came to having sex with men he didn't know. Flynn had gotten into the habit of carrying around condoms whenever he went out, and buying them wasn't the easiest thing he had ever done.

Sure he had been through the contraceptive isle when grocery shopping, but to actually stop and look with the intent to buy was another thing. He glanced at the products available, deciding rather quickly that staying there was not in his best interest. So he just picked up the first thing his hand landed on, making sure it was at the bottom of his basket as he filled it other, much less conspicuous, things. But apparently he wasn't getting out of it that easily…

While at checkout apparently there was something wrong with the pack of rubbers he had picked up, thus leading the older man who had rung them up to call for a price check. Flynn damn near fainted from the embarrassment as he felt all eyes on him. As soon as everything was bagged he quickly left, a deep blush spread across his cheek as he ran home. Once there he swore that the next time he needed condoms he'd stock up on them. And he did…because buying them in bulking and getting eyed by the cashier was a small price to pay so that he didn't need to go back for a while.

"Oh, I thought you had gone home already, Flynn." He turned to find someone he hadn't seen since lunch time, the blonde smiling a bit as she stood next to him.

"Yeah, Raven wanted to talk to me about my mood lately…he said it was because of a girl."

"Is it?"

"If it was you'd be the first to know, Estelle."

She giggled a bit, the action causing the smile on the blonde's face to brighten a bit more. He had known Estelle since the age of ten, and without a shadow of a doubt she was his closest friend. She wasn't like his guy friends who hounded him about things he wasn't doing, the shorter girl just accepted him and his lack of social life. Then again she accepted a lot about him…which was why he had thought about telling her that he was gay countless time. The first thing she'd probably do was yell at him, not because he liked men (at least he hoped not) but because he had been keeping it from her for so long.

It was all nothing but assumptions, and it was the main reason he kept his mouth shut. Flynn didn't want to start losing close friends just because of his sexual preferences, so taking a chance just wasn't in his best interest. The blonde had tried hinting it to her though…but because he had forgotten that Estelle could be as dense as a brick sometimes his tip-offs fell on deaf ears.

"So…how was practice?" He asked since she was still wearing her volleyball uniform, Estelle quickly groaning as a result.

"It was horrible! The coach nearly ran us ragged…and I got hit in the chest and shin with the ball." Her whole demeanor took a complete one-eighty turn, but then again that usually happened when they spoke about the sport she in no way wanted to be involved with.

"That sounds tough…I wish your dad would just let you join a cultural club…"

"I know…"

Estelle wasn't a sporty person, never had been and probably never would be, but her father seemed to believe that there was some hope for the girl. He had forced her to join one of the sports teams, which resulted in her having a terrible mood after school. Flynn hated seeing her like that…but at least she'd be free from it in a few months. Graduation was so close, and once that time came she'd be freed from ever having to participate in another team sport. They had already been accepted into college so it was really only a matter of waiting, though not much would really change for the blonde after leaving high school.

Other than getting lost in his first week at the university, nothing else would be all that different; he would to keep his grades up much like he had in high school, speak to his friends whenever he found the time, study hard and continue to make sure his mother was stable. It seemed bland but at least he had some entertainment to look forward to during the night.

"You're doing it again." Estelle seemed to get closer to him, her words snapping him out of his own thoughts.

"Huh? Doing what?"

"Smiling for no reason."

Ah, it seemed he was giving off that goofy smile again, but he really couldn't help it. He was acting like a complete idiot and he couldn't tell people why, and it made him feel even more like a child keeping a precious secret from the world. Well…that's pretty much what he was doing: keeping a dirty little secret from everyone he knew and actually loving the hell out of it. There were definitely times when he wanted to just open up to someone about what was going on during his late night social life, but other than that he was rather surprised at how much he enjoyed leaving people wondering about him.

"Come on Flynn, I wanna know!" Her eagerness didn't take him by surprise, but he didn't want to screw himself over and make his best friend pretty much hate his very existence.

"I'll tell you one day, promise." Flynn was a little taken aback when the shorter girl gave him a good, long, hard look, but when she was finished she merely sighed and gave him an 'all right' as a response. He would definitely tell her…but only when he had gathered enough courage to actually open his mouth and not skirt around the issue like he had before.

He needed to be blunt about it since it was pretty much the only way Estelle was going to get it, though he would without a doubt withhold the information about him frequenting a gay bar at night. Hell, he probably wouldn't tell anyone about that until he obtained a steady boyfriend…if that was even possible for him. Every guy he had slept with he felt nothing but lust for, though he would admit that he felt a little more lustful when he was with the unnamed person who had taken his virginity.

Flynn always thought about his first time fondly, because even if he knew his performance during the whole thing was weak and slightly embarrassing he enjoyed every minute of it. Both he and Estelle talked for a bit more before his bus came, the smaller of the two saying her goodbyes as he boarded. It wasn't terribly crowded, the blonde managing to find a seat near the middle of the vehicle. Because it was next to a window he gently pressed his cheek against the cool surface, closing his eyes for a bit as he thought about just how many more days he would spend in that damnable high school.

It had become so tiring…he dealt with it in the past, seeing the four, long, hard years of high school as a means to help him in the real world. But now that he had received a small taste of freedom he found himself bored with his trivial school life…It was probably wrong of him to indulge so heavily in something he found pleasurable, but…his inner beast had been let loose and it was starving.

Five stops later he had finally reached the one he needed to get off of, walking a block away where he finally reached his house. Something was clearly off…His mother's car was in the driveway, and since she wasn't supposed to be home for some time he began to worry. Had something happened? Instead of standing out front and wondering he made his way inside, making sure he was extra cautious as he walked around the house. The last time she had come home early things didn't turn out well; apparently her boss had sent her home to retrieve an important report she had been working on for months but had forgotten back at the house, his mother taking it as a form of failure on her part.

Since he had the day off Flynn witnessed her trying her best to keep it together, but it was quite clear that whatever she was trying to do wasn't working at all. He became much more concerned when she began pacing back and forth, muttering to herself as he ran her fingers through her honey colored hair. He should've known better than to approach her when in such a state, but his worry made him forget just what kind of woman his mother became when she acted like that. He was slapped first, but when he didn't succumb to the older woman's abuse he was shoved a few times before hitting a wall. She shook him after that, saying that he was in the way and that she wanted to be left alone.

Yes, he was afraid, he always was when she became like that, but he had learned that showing fear was the worst possible thing for him to do. If he cowered and his mother came back to her senses she would instantly feel regret, not at all helping her mood. Slipping into the living room he didn't see her curled up on the couch so that meant her mood probably wasn't as bad as he thought, Flynn deciding to move on to the kitchen. It was there that he found her, seated at the kitchen table as she rested her cheek against her folded arms. Slowly he walked over to the older woman, kneeling down beside her before gently rubbing her back.

"Hey…" He said in a small voice, not wanting to alarm her at all, "Mom, wake up…"

Hazel slowly met blue, his mother's eyes slightly unfocused as she stared at him for a moment.

"…Finath…?" Even if he knew she wasn't aware of her surrounding just yet it didn't stop his entire body from going ridged, mind telling him that he had gone through this before…but for some reason he just couldn't become accustomed to it.

"No Mom, it's me…Flynn…" Her eyes began to focus a little more when he said that, and the younger blonde couldn't help but feel dejected when he saw disappointment reflected in those deep, hazel eyes of hers.

"Flynn…oh, Honey, I'm sorry…"

"It's fine, really…Did something happen at work? I mean you're home pretty early…"

When she shook her head the younger blonde let out a small sigh, relived that nothing had happened in the office.

"They just let us out early…"

"Okay…come on, let's get you up to bed, sleeping here will hurt your back."

Flynn still kept his hand on her back as he helped her up, leading his mother out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Once in her room he sat her down on the bed, removing the older woman's shoes before laying her back on the mattress. It didn't take long for her to nod back off to sleep, Flynn quietly shutting the door before leaning against it. His mother was ill…but even if he knew this actually admitting just how bad her condition was to the doctors could've had dire consequences. She could've easily been put in an institution, and the last thing he wanted was to visit his mother in an ungodly white room while she was heavily medicated.

He wouldn't let that happen to her…

Since he was already on the second floor he decided to start cleaning the bathroom, taking out everything he needed before going to work. He made sure everything damn near sparkled before moving on to the next one on the first floor, and since it was smaller it took less time cleaning it than the other. When he moved onto the living room he made sure to use the low noise vacuum cleaner so he didn't wake his mother, but it meant the job would take longer to finish. It was a small price to pay for making sure the older woman had some kind of peace, so he just hooked it up and went to work.

The younger blonde made sure to get every nook and cranny, even the corners of the ceiling where those pesky cobwebs liked to gather. If there was one thing Flynn couldn't stand it was cobwebs. While reaching under the couch, since there were certain things even the vacuum hose couldn't reach, his fingers graced something that clearly wasn't a lost sock, escaped utensil or an old pair of eyes glasses. It felt like some sort of paper, and as he pulled it out from its hiding place his heart sunk a bit. It was a picture of his family, taken when he was much younger and his mother and father had taken him to the aquarium.

The three of them were standing in front of a tank of tropical fish; Flynn so small he needed to be placed on his father's shoulders to see the fish near the top. What broke his heart was that his father's face, like in so many other photos they owned, had been completely cut out, the younger blonde not completely sure what his mother did with the pieces after she had removed them. Flynn was sure that he owned the only photograph in the house where his father's face hadn't been cut out, the picture safely nestled at the bottom of the last drawer in his dresser, clearly out of plain view.

He knew his mother would never look there because he was in charge of putting the clothes away, though some clothes like his mother's undergarments were left for her to deal with. Tucking the picture into his pant pocket he continued on with his cleaning, wondering once again just why his mother acted the way she did. One minute she'd be cursing at him for bringing up anything that had to do with 'that man', but then the next she'd be bawling her eyes out and confusing him for the deceased blonde. He just…didn't get it…but then again since his father's death her behavior had confused and down right frightened him at times.

It was about an hour and a half before he was done with everything, the younger blonde deciding that he was in dire need of a shower. So he made his way up to the second floor since it was the only bathroom in the house that had a tub. As he began stripping his clothes off Flynn couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, noticing a few of the marks he had received from the night before. They weren't too bad, but it still looked like he had been eaten alive by mosquitoes. He always received the worst ones on his neck, which was why he had taken up the habit of wearing turtlenecks whenever he went to school.

It was easy to explain since the weather had been so fickle, but he had to wonder what would happen when summer came around…Stripping away the rest of his clothes he ran the water for the tub, making sure it was the temperature he wanted it to before stepping in. The water hitting his body felt good, and he made sure to scrape the thin layer grim that had built up on his body while cleaning. His mind seemed to wander over to random things like his friends, school projects, the ever inquisitive Raven and the bar, contemplating, like always, if it was okay to leave the house.

Before leaving the house he always considered his mother's mood before venturing out into the night, because he didn't want to leave her in an unstable state while he had a great time getting himself involved in promiscuous activities. Not only would that have been completely selfish on his part but completely stupid, because if anything were to happen to his mother while he was away 'playing' he'd never forgive himself. But for the last two weeks she had been in good spirits, only snapping at him whenever he tried to take a chore away from her. There were times when Flynn couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted, but he made sure to watch her closely and make sure she didn't get too frustrated.

Since everything seemed all right with his mother he deciding to go out, wondering like he always did if he'd meet the still unnamed stranger from the night before. His fingers twitched a bit whenever the blonde thought about him, deciding that he needed to get out of the shower as soon as possible. Sure he could've just dealt with his ragging hormones in the shower, but he liked to be completely comfortable before he got down to business. Rinsing the soap suds from his body he stepped out from the shower, grabbing a towel from under the sink before he began to wipe the water away from his skin.

Because he was in a hurry he missed a few spots, but made sure not to lead of trail of water to his room in fear that his mother would wake and wonder why he had been so careless. Granted the only thing she could do was knock on his door since his room had a lock, but if he didn't have said lock he wasn't quite sure how he'd react to his mother finding him masturbating. He'd probably scream first, than try to cover himself up with his blanket and claim that it 'wasn't what it looked like'. He chuckled a bit when he thought about it, wondering just how many men across the county had actually been in such a situation.

Plopping down on his bed he ran his fingers through his still damp hair, lying back as he thought about the cute brunette he had met three days ago. He was so shy, barely keeping eye contact as they spoke and always blushing heavily when Flynn said something complementing his appearance. But for all of his meekness he was pretty damn loud during sex, the blonde trying his damn hardest to not laugh when the guy he was penetrating started to sound like a bad porno movie. Sure he expected a few 'harder' and 'faster' comments, hell he made them himself, but nothing along the lines of 'oh baby, fuck me harder! Fuck me with your rock hard cock! I want it!'…

Flynn was sure he probably would've been dying of laughter if he wasn't too busy screwing another guy.

Even with his ridiculous antics during sex, the blonde couldn't deny that the guy was good looking. Fingers twitched at his side again, and as they inched their way up his tight he stared down at his member. He had leaned how to control his body a little better but still became hard easily, something he wanted to deal with so he could drag out his sexual experiences a little longer. He let out a small groan as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, thoughts of the brunette from the other night filling his head he began to stroke himself.

Like always he started off in a slow manner, imagining that his hand was actually the soft, moist lips of another male, going down on him as their head bobbed in the usual motion. Now that he actually knew what it felt like to have his dick in someone's mouth it was a little harder for his mind to get it right, but as long as he got off there wasn't that much of a problem. Running his thumb again the slit of his cock he shook a little, biting down on his bottom lip to make sure he didn't release too many of his cries. There was always the chance his mother would've woken up early, knocking on the door because she heard something 'odd' coming from his room.

Flynn was a creature of habit, and he knew his mother was well aware of this. Because she was ever vigilant about his behavior he was sure she had noticed that something was up with him, which was why he needed to be a little more careful with the activities he performed behind closed doors. If she became too suspicious of things than there was chance she'd begin to keep a more watchful eye on him, and at this point in time he really didn't want his nightly antics to be restricted. His hand sped up a bit, hips bucking into it as he turned his head to the side. His eyes were closed, breath coming out in short burst as he thought about that night and a few others.

The blonde growled a bit after a while, a little frustrated when just stroking himself didn't seem to be getting him where he wanted to be. Since his bed was placed against a wall he propped himself up against it, using his other hand to cup his balls as he rolled them in time with his strokes. Ah, there it was…he had finally recreated that deep, unforgettable feeling in the pit of his stomach that he usually got during sex. It radiated up his spine and caused his entire body to shiver, thoughts fogging over as his mouth became slack. He moaned and whimpered into the cool air of his room, wanting so badly for someone else to touch him at that moment.

But if he was patient he'd get what he wanted later on that night.

"Shit…" He muttered under his breath as he increased his speed, knowing full well he'd probably only last another few seconds. He lurched forward, back arching as he spilled his seed into his hand. Lying against his mattress he tried to get his breathing under control, body satisfied but still hungry.

Cleaning himself up with the towel he had brought along, Flynn finally decided that it was about time he put some clothes on. Since the blonde wasn't going anywhere until later that night he slipped into his house cloths, consisting of nothing more than a pair of black shorts a blue t-shirt. Tomorrow would definitely be wash day, because he only had enough clothes to get him through school the next day.

And speaking of school…The blonde quickly removed himself from his room, just remembering that he needed to inform his mother of the parent-teacher conference at the end of the week. He really wanted her to go…but there was always the chance of her bursting into hysterics or just downright snapping. But it was a risk he was willing to take…he wanted her to be an active part of his life, not hidden behind closed door away from the public eye. Peeking into her room he had apparently gotten her at a good time; she was sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes as she muttered something about her makeup.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Flynn sat on the edge of the bed, noting his mother's groggy state as he did so. She merely nodded at his comment, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to sit next to him.

"Yeah, I did…" His mother leaned against him, head on his shoulder and thumb gently caressing the skin on his hand. Flynn never allowed the older woman's actions to go any further than that…and quite frankly he wasn't really sure just how far she'd take things, but he wasn't going to sit there and find out.

"There's a parent-teacher conference on Friday…can you make it?"

"What time is it…?"

"Six."

"I should be able to then."

Even if that wasn't a definite 'yes', especially given just how many random things came up in his mother's schedule, but to just hear her say it was enough to get him optimistic. She then looked over at him, making a small joke that she wanted to hear what dirty little secrets his teachers had to say about him. If only. Flynn was an A-B student, and the only bad thing his teachers probably had to say about him was that his attention seemed to wander during class recently.

"Don't worry; I do my best to behave in school, Mom." And then his cheek was gently stroked, the younger blonde noticing the slightly glazed look in his mother's eyes.

"I know…you're such a good boy…"

"Mom…stop…" He gently grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand down as he gave her a sympathetic look, "Its Flynn…not dad."

She stared at him for a few seconds before backing off, the older woman's head dropping before she covered her face with her hands. She then asked if he thought she was sick, Flynn hesitating for a bit since he didn't want to make her lose it because of his answer. Lying was his forte after all…but even if he saw the action she wanted to commit as completely sickening, he knew his mother was just someone in need of more help than what she was currently getting.

"No…I don't think you're sick…" It took him a moment to figure out just what kind of hug his mother was giving him, but soon relaxed into it when he figured it was a normal, mother-son hug.

"I'm so sorry…"

He knew…Flynn always knew…