Garth smiled politely as they reached his front door. "Look, there's something I need you to know about my parents..." But before he could finish speaking, the door swung open to reveal a perfect looking woman. She had shiny blonde hair to the length of her shoulders that curled up perfectly at the very bottom. She wore a pale pink dress, cinching at her waist, showing how perfectly petite she was. Over her pale pink dress she wore a perfect sunshine yellow apron. To top it all off, around her neck, perfect white pearls.

She gave a perfect white smile. Garth smiled back, and it was quite clear where he got his facial features from. "They're home! I had to tell you that my parents are actually home! ... like they are everyday, of course."

The woman pointed a shining spatula at Gar. "Who's your friend? He's... a handsome young man." She seemed to barely choke out.

Garth nodded and pushed past his mother, leading Gar into the perfect granite kitchen, with a perfect marble floor. "Mom, this is Garfield Logan."

"Hello, Garfield Logan! W-welcome to our home..." She took off her apron and hung it over a chair.

Perhaps he may have been reading into things too much, thinking too analytically but he couldn't help but to feel that he was anything but welcome in this home. "Thank you for having me on such short notice."

He said a friendly smile back in her direction. He knew that Cole had experience with schmoozing rich and / or snobby people, something about showering in compliments that you really don't mean out your ass - with a smile. Although Gar did mean it when he thanked this woman for having him on short notice.

The woman smiled, but it didn't seem genuine. "Oh, of course. A-any time. Sorry we won't be staying but-"

"You're not staying?" Garth cut off. "You just got back from that meeting in England."

She just shrugged. "Business is business. One day, when you take over the business, you'll know."

Then a tall man, muscular and handsome, walked in, completing the portrait of perfection. He wore a perfect black suit with the classiest black tie, accompanied by the phoniest white smile (as all black ties were). "Garth!" He smiled, meeting Garth's grin. "...and Garth's friend." He nodded in acknowledgement.

"That's Garth's sp-special friend, honey." The woman's smile faded and she seemed to visibly shutter.

"Oh." The man's smile dropped as well as he pour a perfect mug of coffee. "Still doing that gay thing, eh? Well, It's just a phase." the man shrugged it off.

Garth sighed, "It's not a 'thing' nor is it a 'phase'. And Gar is just a friend."

The adults let out a deep breath they weren't aware they were holding in. "Well, in that case, nice to meet ya, old chap!"

The wife's personality did a bit of a flip as well. She laughed, her stutter vanishing into thin air, "Oh honey, you must have picked that up in England! Chip, chip, Cheerio, Garfield Logan!" She laughed again, "Oh! Now I'm doing it!" And the couple laughed hysterically, as if they were on some sort of bad sitcom.

Garfield could feel the awkwardness, but decided not to say anything. "My... uh, dad... does accents and stuff. It's entertaining." He blurted out, a smile on his face.

The two stopped laughing and stared at him with a fake intrigue.

Garfield shrugged, he could tell they were putting on a show for him – but only it had really bad acting. "Anyway, so, where's Jeeves the butler? I'm feigning a little glass of Chardonnay." He gave a laugh, thinking he didn't do any harm by cracking a joke.

The couple looked at each other in perfect synchronization. "How awfully stereotypical of you. Our butler's name is Henry." The wife replied, baring her teeth into her perfect smile.

The husband laughed, "Chardonnay is a fairy drink, boy. But there's beer if you want it."

The wife then grabbed her purse off the counter. "Well, we must be going! Be back next month, Garth. We have a meeting in Japan and thought we might as well stay until the deal goes through and everything is running smoothly! Sayonara! Love you!" The wife disappeared out the door.

"Hold down the fort. I'll pick you up something nice." The father said in obligation. And with that, the father was gone as well.

Garth shrugged. "Well, those were my folks. At least you got to meet them."

Garfield nodded, "Garth... are you, alright?" He could sense something wasn't right, or that at least he wasn't too impressed with the situation he was in with his parents.

"Uh, yea. I may have lied just a tiny bit about my parents. I mostly live on my own. They aren't home most of the year..." He trailed off, leading Gar to the living room and plopping down on the couch.

The blond male gave a sympathetic smile, sitting down on the couch next to him. "Hey, most high school kids would kill to have a place like this to themselves. Have drunken parties and what not, y'know, the typical teen life."

"You're acting like I don't." He smiled. "Though, on the other hand, most teenagers would kill to have parents like yours, too."

Now he figured would be a good idea to let Garth in a little closer to his life. He inched closer to the other, their legs touching. "You do know that, Cole and Hillary aren't my biological parents right?" If he didn't, well now he did.

He didn't know it, but he still played the defensive. "They're still parents to you, at least."

Garfield took Garth's hand in his, caressing it gently. "So... we're alone," he began with a small smirk.

"That we are, my friend, that we are... so, you think we can do that 'gay thing' my dad was talking about?" He smirked and leaned closer to Gar.

The blond gave a warm smile, teasingly kissing Garth's cheek. "Are you asking me out?"

"Yes, yes I am." He placed a hand on Gar's inner thigh. "Though, I can be much more persuasive."

He bit down on his bottom lip, "I think I need to be persuaded..."

"Well, let me make the decision really easy for you then." He replied, killing all space, if any, between them. He passionately pressed his lips to Gar's, gaining entrance immediately, his hand slowly making its way up his thigh.

"Garth?" A voice interrupted.

Garth pulled away. "Henry! ...This is awkward."

Henry, the butler, looking perfectly stereotypical in his black suit, stood in the door way. "Sorry to interrupt. Can I get you gents anything?"

Garth shook his head. "Nope. You need anything Gar?"

He blushed heavily but gave a smirk, "You actually do have a butler? Y'know Cole would have so much fun with that, right?" Before Garth could say anything Gar stood up. "Hey Henry, can I ask a favor of you?"

Henry's emotionless made him almost statue like. "Yes, Sir."

Garfield raised an eyebrow, "First of all, it's not 'sir' it's... any of the following: asshole, Gar, dipshit, whatever your choice. Now... sit down Henry." He then gave a sheepish smile, "Please?"

Henry sighed. "As you wish, Dipshit." Henry went over and took a seat.

Garfield noticed Garth chuckling, but then covering his mouth in attempts to hide it. "Well, what would you like, Henry? Can I get you something?"

Henry looked confused. "No, Dipshit. I'm the butler."

Garfield narrowed his eyes. "But doesn't anyone get you anything Henry? If you'd let me, I could get you something. Please? Can I?"

Henry frowned, then put his feet up on the coffee table. "Okay, Dipshit. I'd like the newspaper and a cheese sandwich. No crust."

Garth raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, then decided against it.

Garfield gave a nod and turned to leave, but then stepped back to where he was, "Where's the cheese? Wait, that'd be in the kitchen, right?"

Garth led him back to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Hop on it, Jeeves." he grinned.

The blond cornered Garth in the kitchen between himself and the counter, "Oh shush... I can tell you something else I'd rather hop on." He purred seductively, planting soft kisses along Garth's neck heatedly.

"What about Henry's sandwich?" He asked innocently.

He gave a sultry chuckle, "I'll make him the best sandwich he'll ever taste in his life, after I kiss you... once, or twice... or three times. Third time's the charm don't you agree?" He alluringly kissed Garth for a second time, waiting for the perfect moment to toss in the third one.

"Well, listen here, Dipshit. I say third time's the charm, tenth time is the whole fricken bracelet!"

Garfield genuinely laughed, "You wanna go for a tenth time? Meet me at the pool," he smirked, giving Garth a subtle hip check, then turning to open the fridge to find the said cheese. "Holy shit! This fridge is bigger than my bedroom I swear!"

Garth laughed, "Yeah. Wait 'til you see my room. Then the closet... in my room... then the closet in my closet." He winked.

He grabbed the cheese and shoved it on the island, looking in the bread box for the said bread. "I got this, no crust right?" He knew Garth was probably ready to laugh at his poor buttering skills, but Henry didn't ask for a perfect sandwich, now did he?

"No crust." He confirmed.

Garfield made the sandwich, and instead of cutting off the crust he stamped it with a heart shaped cookie cutter. "Tada! There we go. And the newspaper is... where?"

Garth shrugged, "I wasn't aware we bought one..." He looked over to see a magazine his parents must have left, "just give him this."

Garfield grinned as he took the apparent magazine, "Oh I will." He set it on a tray and headed out to the living room. "Ooh Henry!"

"Yes, Dipshit?" Henry called back, watching the TV intently.

Gar gave a wide grin as he made his way diligently into the living room, the heart shaped sandwich and reading material set perfectly on the tray. "Here you go Henry, made with love." He grinned, setting it down on the coffee table as he smacked the older man's dress shoes. "And feet off the table!" He jokingly ordered, wiping off where the man's feet last occupied.

He stood back and gave another warm smile, one thing about Garfield Logan, even when he felt at his worst – his simple smile could warm the hearts of a room full of people.

The man smiled. "Thanks, Dipshit." He looked at the magazine and his eyes widened. "Porn?" He asked, looking at the magazine, then closed his mouth tightly. He then grabbed his tray of food. "Well, thank you, Dipshit. If you need me, I'll be in my room." And with his heart shaped sandwich, he scurried away.

Garfield watched as the man left with his sandwich. He narrowed his eyes to Garth who wasn't standing too far from him. "You totally did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Garth didn't, but he thought he might as well take the credit. "Why should he get all your attention?" He gave a handsome half-smile.

Garfield rolled his eyes of a pretty green hue. "Sure, sure, butter me up now. I see how you roll." He grabbed the other male's waist, bringing him aggressively, but seductively closer to him. "So, before anything... gets a little too decorated up in here, you ever had a pearl necklace?" he inquired with a wink, but moved forward quickly before Garth could inquire. "I need a couple questions answered."

Garth kissed Gar's neck. "Anything you want to know."

A very slight, soft moan came from Garfield. A satisfied Garth knew he'd found this boy's hotspot. He couldn't wait to use it again and again. "Well, first of all... from what I kinda saw... I don't know if your parents are overly... content with your choice of... sexual appetite, if you get what I'm saying." He sighed, still in Garth's embrace, his hand caressing the other's cheek. "I don't mean to pry, I just kinda need to know where I stand, to even consider things... y'know what I mean?"

"You want to know where you stand? ...not close enough to talk about my parents." he kind of frowned. "You're in my house. You met them. Isn't that enough?" He slightly whined.

Garfield gave a slight nod, "Hey, hey..." his voice softened, a kiss to the other's lips. "I just want to know if... well, you think I'm worth it. I mean, yeah I met them, I really don't think they liked me... and I guess maybe it's payback because you don't really like Cole? I don't know but... before anything is to be considered, I think everything should be laid out on the table. Not literally," he gave a soft smirk, "but... y'know... stuff."

Garth shook his head. "There's no need for that. There isn't anything that you don't know about me. Don't wonder about my intentions, they're good. You know that. Okay? Can we drop this now?"

Garfield nodded, figuring he wouldn't push the issue anymore. If Garth wanted to tell him, he would. Plain and simple, right? "Well... I suppose. Want a sandwich? You saw my totally awesome sandwich making skills, right? Doesn't that make you want one?"

Before Garth could answer, Garfield's flip phone vibrated in his pocket. He'd yet to get a more updated phone, which all his friends teased him about, but he could care less. What the hell would he do with an iCrap or whatever it was? He pulled it out, reading the text.

HOUSTON, WE HAVE AN ISSUE, and I may need a tissue if you don't damn well hurry. See, thing is, Rae's on her way here... she said you said she could be here, but you're not here. The fuck? Anyway, I'm trying to keep her busy, wherever you are, you may wanna hurry.

Garfield quickly texted Cole back.

Yeah, okay. No worries, I'll be there.

Cole was strangely a fast texter.

Good, I don't care if you ride a unicorn, take a gus, seduce a goose, whatever just get over here, :D

Garfield gave his eyes a roll as he replied.

Take a gus?

And soon he had his reply.

BUS, shitty autocorrect.

Well, Garfield now knew that he had to get going as soon as humanely possible. He turned to Garth, telling him he had to go suddenly, although in his nervousness said something about 'being sexual for a gus' and more or less ran right out of the home. He took a moment to hope it wasn't one of Rachel's 'Fuck the world' days, otherwise they'd all be screwed over and they'd all have Garfield Logan to blame.

(T~T)

Rachel walked through the front door of Garfield Logan's house, and before she even had a chance to announce her entry, an oversized child was embracing her. "RAE! OH RAE, HOW I MISSED YOU!" Cole called out, sniffing her hair.

She laughed and hugged him back. "Cole! Hey!"

Then little Emma ran over, "Rachel!" She opened her arms for a hug, but Cole lightly pushed her away and continued to have Rachel all to himself.

When she finally managed to fight her way out of his arms, she dropped her backpack and looked around. "So..." She let out a deep breath. "Where's Gar?"

Cole wondered that very same thing himself, so he decided to send Garfield a text or two. It wasn't often that he went off somewhere without telling them his whereabouts. So while Cole was worried about Garfield's safety, he figured Rachel's feelings were tad more important, just because shit could hit the fan. "Oh he just stepped out to the store for a bit, he'll be back." It made sense to Cole.

If a lie made logical sense, more than likely, someone would fall for it.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah. Okay." She seemed to buy it. There was a long pause. "...you have no idea where he is, do you?" She accused.

Cole seemed almost insulted, "Oh please Rae, he could be in the produce section, the bakery, the deli... he could be in the public bathroom in the store for all I know."

Rae smirked. "Alright, alright... Sorry. He tends to forget I exist these days, is all." She bit the inside of her mouth. "He has new friends now."

Cole held out a big bag of gummy bears, "No Rae, forget you exist? Never. He's just..." he thought of a good excuse, but then thought of something that wasn't exactly an excuse but the truth. "he's second guessing a lot of things lately, not you of course, but other things... like football."

Rachel took a handful on gummies. "No, Cole. I barely see him anymore. You must have noticed my absence." Then Rae sighed, and for a moment her eyes showed a sort of depression.

His heart softened for the young female, he could see that she seemed hurt. "Well I did, but I just thought you were busy or maybe Gar pissed you off or something," he said with a chuckle, but it was only half – hearted at the moment, which wasn't like Cole at all. "but I guess you haven't seen him long enough for that to happen, huh? And new friends? Who might these ass rags be?"

She seemed to spit the name, "Roy Harper." She frowned. "Stupid druggie." She frowned again. Cole's eyes widened slightly, that was the same Roy that was over there for dinner the other night.

The last thing Cole wanted to do was rock the boat, but it was clear that she didn't know all the details. "Are you sure he's a druggie, or are you just saying that? I mean, I could pop an aspirin for the pain in my ass," he gave a fake cough, "my wife," along with another obviously fake cough, "and wouldn't I technically be a druggie then too?"

She smirked and shook her head. "No, Cole. That guy is a freaking kite. He's always high!"

Cole crossed his arms over his chest, the gummy bag still in his protective hands. "And what evidence do you have Rachel? Did you ransack his backpack to find his crack pipe?"

"Cole, you don't even know this guy. Why are you defending him? And I have evidence! I maybe, used to..." She shoved a handful of gummies into her mouth, "Sho doking fiff shem!" She said through a mouthful of gummies.

Cole raised an eyebrow, "You shared his crack pipe? ... wow, I didn't think you knew how to share until we honed in on our gummy addiction." He told her smugly, the slightest smirk on his face.

She pouted in the cutest way. "It's not funny, Cole! I'm losing my boyfrien- best friend to a crack head!" She bit her tongue and hoped he didn't catch her slipup.

Cole laughed, "I thought it was quite hilarious actually." Noting her straight faced expression, he moved onward. "So... you used to do crack? Why do it when you already had one all along, in your ass?" He chuckled, tossing a couple more gummy bears in his mouth.

"Not crack, pot. And stop changing the sub- Oh. My. God. You met him!" She had the tone of a wife accusing her husband of cheating. Her eyes narrowed at him and she looked like she could bite his head

off.

Cole gave a sheepish grin, but he couldn't lie to Rachel anymore. "Well, I may have. But I'm not a judgmental person and he was wearing a tiara and tutu and he has the most adorable little sister who's best friends with Emma and... I couldn't resist." He looked her way once more, "Gummy?"

She looked like she might cry. "COLE! Not you too! Grrr..." She growled, ripping the bag from his grasp. "You suck."

Cole heaved a sigh, "Rachel, tell me. What's so wrong about Roy, in your eyes? It's good to talk things out and SURE – you can have my bag of gummies without asking, I didn't want them anyway." Now he too looked as if he may cry.

"He's a stupid druggie. He's a ginger. And Richard thinks he may be ga-" She stopped herself. "-a gang banger. Yes. Richard thinks he is a gang banger." She told him flatly.

Cole sighed, "Rachel, your views on him are incredibly bias. I think you're sipping on some 'haterade' girl; you need to get your head out of your petite bottom and look at it from a realistic view. What is it specifically that you don't like? That he's seen more of Gar than you have in the past little while? What is it? Talk to me Rae Rae." He then cleared his throat, "I gang banged once or twice in college." Cole grinned, taking his bag of gummies back.

Rachel gave a small smile. "Fine. I'm jealous... but I have HARD EVIDENCE that... that boy is a ginger!"

Cole smirked, "So does most of this entire city." He then sighed, giving her a pat on the shoulder, offering her more gummies. "Rachel, don't you think that maybe Garfield would talk to you once he figures things out? And what are you worried about Roy hanging around Gar for? You scared he's going to bring Gar to the dark side, that he'll try drugs and shit? Are you worried about his safety or... are you just, jealous?"

For a guy who told a lot of jokes, he was truly a deep thinker.

She frowned. "Both. Besides, he's quitting football now. What reasons does he have to hang out with us after that? That's right, he won't have reasons. He'll be sucked into a totally different friend circle. He didn't even sit with us at lunch today. He was at Roy's table."

Cole ate a couple more gummies before creating an answer for her. "Well, you're not exactly a cheerleader for the football team, are you? He still hangs out with you. What ties do you really have with football Rae? And I mean... well, Roy and his 'table' aren't the reason he was thinking," he emphasized, "about leaving football."

She thought about it, "Originally my only tie to them was Gar. But... I can't just follow him to another table. Number one, Tim thinks I'm a narc. Number two, Kori and the group would be very confused. And most importantly, I wasn't really invited."

Cole nodded his head, blowing the bangs out of his face, which reminded Rachel so much of Garfield. It was truly a wonder how Garfield wasn't their biological child. "Well Rae, you've got a point. But the only reason Garfield was thinking about leaving football, was because he finally figured out what he wants to do career wise and he was also thinking that a football scholarship wouldn't get him there and that he'd be selfishly taking up a spot for someone who needs or really wants that scholarship and personally, I am proud of Garfield for thinking that selflessly. It shows how considerate he is and... well, come in the living room. Hill's going to take Emma to the park while we can... chit chat." He wanted to get everything out with Rachel while he could before Garfield actually arrived.

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