"Alfred motherfucking Jones. You do realize blackmailing is illegal? What the fuck is your problem?" I pushed him and fell back on the floor, hard.
"Hey it was his fault for teasing the living hell out of me. Then he started dating this slut Michelle. What the hell was I supposed to do?" he asked, furiously.
"Say congrats and walk away! Don't you remember mom telling you to do that when it came to girls? Guys count too fuck-tard."
"Stop yelling at me Matty! God damn, you're never this mad about this kinda shit!"
"Yeah, well you did it to my friend this time. You crossed the line this time." He looked at me in shock. Small tears formed in his eyes and he looked away from me.
"Matt I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Not this time. And you're grounded." I scorned.
"Grounded? You're not..." he started.
"Not dad? I know. I mean no sex. One month, four weeks, 31 days. Deal with it. If you can't then get Francis to fuck you. Because I won't." I turned around. I huffed. "If you honestly care then you won't."
Francis came out of the bathroom as I past. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my room. I closed the door behind him and he kind of fell into my chest. I held him up and looked down at his blushing his face.
He straightened up and cleared his throat, "Um, s-sorry about that."
"Don't be sorry. I was being rough. I think Alfred got the message threw his thick skull." I ducked out from under his stare and went to sit over on my bed. He looked at me semi confused. I pated the empty space next to me and he blushed. I giggled at his reaction as he slowly made his way next to me.
"Oh hey, Matt. There's a party at Gil's place Friday night. I was wondering would you like to come with me?" his blush only got brighter and I smiled and took his hand.
"I'd love too. I mean Gil's bus stop is before mine but I'm guessing if I walk a bit I'll find a house with people jumping from the roof drunk."
He laughed slightly; he was relaxing, well, as much as a guy could sitting next to me. I looked at his features in his face, being he wasn't looking at me. His lips were pressed into a tight line and the blush on the tops of his cheeks hadn't subsided yet. He was concentrating on his hands, which were perfectly manicured with a thin topcoat.
"So… you're gay aren't you?" I asked; being blunt in awkward situations like this was a good thing. No time to hesitate. He looked at me startled.
"Wh-what? Matt! How…?" he stumbled over the words.
"Gay-dar my friend. It's been going off like all night. That and straight guys usually doing get manicures or back down on playing a sport unless they're gay. Which you have to be cause the only thing you were good at out on that field was catching, fumbling and running away from being tackled. Which hate to break it to ya, will probably be your ticket on the team." I took a breath and looked at him.
If his face wasn't red earlier, it defiantly was now. He started saying something but he didn't have time to formulate coherent words. I pushed him back on my bed and pressed my lips to his. Kissing him was like nothing I felt before. His lips molded perfectly with mine.
After a minute he pulled away from me, panting a bit. "Okay… best first kiss ever." I smiled and we kissed again for a few moments. Then we heard footsteps coming up the stairs and scrambled to make it look semi normal. Alfred came in the room and looked at the bed where I was panning threw a magazine and Francis was across the room sitting at my desk facing me.
"I feel as if I interrupted something."
I laughed at my brother, "What would you have interrupted?"
Francis smiled slyly, "Nah we were talking foot ball, how your apparently going to the star quarter back and every girl and guy is going to love you."
"Matt that was between us." He was mad but he was chill within the minute.
"Eh the school would've known about us if I went blabbing it to Gilbert or Toni. Gasp, maybe I should." I grabbed my cell phone from my nightstand and went to send the text but Al grabbed it out of my hands.
"Asshole."
"Where do you think I got it from big brother?" I stuck my tongue out at the boy now across the room.
"Oh," Francis piped in at that, "I'm stealing Matt from you for the weekend. I'm taking him to Gilbert's party on Friday, Saturday I'm taking him to the park and Sunday, after mass, I'm taking him to the movies and dinner." I looked at Francis and blushed deep.
"Oh well then I see how it is, Matt. Have fun with your new boyfriend." He ended with that after throwing my cell phone at Francis, and I watched him storm out the room. My eyes stung, as I was trying to hold back tears. I hated when Al was mad at me.
I sniffed and got up looking over at the clock. 10:53. "Francis, my dads going to be home soon I think its best you leave now so I have time to make him dinner." Grabbing a cookbook from my nightstand. He got up and as I looked threw the book, he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"He won't stay mad for long, Mathew. Let him simmer down and talk to him after dinner." He kissed my neck and left me. I gave it a minute before I followed him down stairs and in to the kitchen. The front door closed and I looked at the clock. 10:57. I sighed and made chicken cascades. Sitting at the kitchen table, I waited for my dad to come home. It was 20 after the hour when I heard the door creek open. Lifting my head from the able and looking at the drunken man in the doorway.
"Alfey…" he slurred, then collapsed yet stayed conscious.
"I'm Matt, Dad." Sighing I walked over to him and helped him up and to the table. I put the plate under him and he ate gingerly. I made coffee so he would sober up enough to shower and keep his wits about him. Surprisingly he got up and poured himself a cup and added the sugar and creamer then sat back down.
"Not the best combination of tastes, but thanks Matty." He smiled the best a drunkard could and finished his plate. I helped him to the couch and he sat, pulling me on his lap. "Mathieu, Je t'aime. Never forget that, your mother too. She loved you more then anyone else could love his or her son." He kissed my cheek multiple times and laid down tucking me under his arm. I let him cuddle to me, and I cuddled back. But I didn't fall asleep as easy as he.
It was around 4 am when I heard Alfred walking downstairs for his morning breakfast shake. I wiggled out of my dad's arms and snuck into the kitchen with him.
"Alfred, I'm sorry." He jumped about a half a foot and turned to face me. He held his chest.
"God damn Matt make some noise sometime." He turned back around and chugged the milkshake. I attempted at talking to him but he didn't respond and then left me to take his shower. I sighed and went to my room for another four hours.
As I laid in my bed, and looked at the ceiling, I thought of my mother, and my dad. About school and the football team and every other little thing I could. My alarm went off I rolled over and hit snooze. I wasn't going to practice with Alfred. I wasn't leaving my bed on a Saturday, why should I?