Scarf

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Chapter 7

Sunday seemed to pass by at a turtle's pace as I tried to avoid Alfred and his heated and question glares. I haven't thought about this but how would I tell Alfred that Ivan is now my b-boyfriend. He didn't seem so happy when he saw Ivan's scarf on me I don't even wanna know what he'll do when he sees me hanging out with Ivan.

Wah! I don't wanna think about it. I crawled under my covers and tried to go to sleep. But just like the night before my thoughts were plagued by a certain man with lavender coloured eyes that seemed to watch my every move. I know I should be afraid but I just can't help but be drawn to him even though my instincts are telling me to run.

I flipped around my bed for a couple more times but I still couldn't sleep. I got up and grabbed kumajiro. When I was little I always use to hug Kumajiro where ever I went. I was a gift from mom. I admit I miss my mom but now I have dad, I bet she would have wanted me to be happy I know she won't mind that I have a new mom in my life. I snickered a little at the thought of calling dad mom. I did do that when we first became a family. I remember Al and papa laughing and dad blushing and stuttering.

I use to always carry around kumichaka but as I got older I slowly stopped carrying kumadi around but I still kept him as a reminder of my mom. Dad didn't mind though. He said he knew how painful it was to lose a mother. I didn't want to pry so I didn't ask him how he lost his mom. Every now and then though I would cuddle Kumachika when I can't sleep it always did the trick but it didn't seem to work now. I sat up my bed and decided a glass of milk would be nice. So still carrying kumusaki around I made a move to go downstairs but then I saw Ivan's scarf hung up on the nail of my door.

I grabbed the scarf and nuzzled it. I felt so nice. I yawned and thought that the milk could wait I jumped to my bed and pulled up my blanket. I was fast asleep before I knew it.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I woke up the annoying sound of Alfred's alarm clock. Gosh I he's not gonna get he might as well have not set up his alarm. I got up from my bed to get ready I looked at the clock to see what the time it was. It was 7:00 am. Ah I guess I forgot to turn on my alarm clock. I walked downstairs to the smell of pancakes and maple syrup. I made my way to the kitchen and saw papa wearing pink apron in front of the stove and dad reading a news paper while drinking his morning tea.

"Ah Mon Cher Mathieu your awa-" papa stopped mid sentences and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"A Mon bebe your are so cute!" he squealed. I gave him a questioning look and glance at Dad. He too was staring at me with the same fondness as papa but choose to remain silent and go back to reading his newspaper.

"Papa what do you mean adorable! I'm a boy!"

"BUT mon cher bebe look at you! Your wearing an over size pajama holding a teddy bear and dragging your blanket around with that sleepy look on you face! ~"

I blush and look myself over. Oh my god he was right!

I didn't notice my papa walk over to me before it was too late. He grabbed my so called blanket and examines it. But I didn't see a blanket in my papa's hand. It was a scarf. A long white brownish scarf.

I grabbed the scarf from papa as fast as I could before he saw the name but yet again I was too late.

"Hmm… Mathieu who is this Ivan? Hmm."

"Oh um I well you see his ah well I gotta go change!" I ran pass my dad and I saw Alfred who had just gotten up.

"Hey Mattie wha-" I slammed the door to my room and thought of my new problem. How am I gonna tell my parents?

In the kitchen

Francis frowned as Matthew ran back to his room. Arthur noticed this and looked at his husband well that was a rare sight.

"Francis is something wrong?" he put his newspaper down and walked over to Francis.

"Well… It's just I don't think I've ever heard Mathieu talk about a friend named Ivan."

"Hmmm… I think I have. He might be one of Alfred friends." And as if just on queue Alfred walks in the kitchen.

"Hey what up with Matt-" When he looked up he saw his papa towering over him with a menacing aura.

"So my sweet child do you know any man that goes by the name Ivan?" Alfred started to sweat in fear at this point but at the mention of the name Ivan he started to boil in anger.

"Hell yeah that commie bastard was the one who sat on Mattie in three years ago!"

"Alfred language." Scolded Arthur

"And wait somebody sat on the lad?"

"Yeah! I was so piss you know how big that guy was I mean Mattie's almost as tall as him but that guy was huge!" ranted Alfred.

"Why are you even asking?" he said, it was obvious he was now irritated.

Francis remained silent as Arthur explained why.

"What! He was holding on to that piece of shit!"

"Alfred langua-" before Arthur could finish Matthew made his way into the kitchen but was suddenly questioned by the other to blonde that was occupying the room.

"Where did you get that scarf Mathieu! And who is this Ivan person!" "Why the hell were you holding on to that piece of crap!" They asked the shy blonde at the same time.

Matthew took a moment to register the questions before he answered.

"Um well papa you see…" he tried not to look at his papa's eyes because if he did he knew he would spill the bean. He was never a good lair especially to his papa.

"Mathieu Bonnefy-kirkland look at me and answer the question." there was that serious tone. Everybody knows that when Francis used that tone he means business.

Arthur looked uneasily at his husband why was he making a big deal out of this.

Matthew looked at his papa with tears pooling in his eyes. He looked like a child crying because he was scolded.

"I-I got it from Ivan and I-Ivan i-is my b-boyfriend…*sob*" at this time Matthew was already in tears. The room was silent except for the sound of sniffing from Matthew.

"I'm sorry I lied Alfred!" he shouted in that gentle voices only he possessed. He ran pass his stunned parents and grabbed four slices of pancakes put it on a paper towel, grabbed his back from the living room and rushed out the house and went to school.

After a good couple of minutes you could hear a scream of "HIS YOUR WHAT!" echoing through the neigbourhood.

Ohohoho looks like papa Francis does not approve!

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