Ghosts Of The Past [BoyxBoy] ✓

49. Chase

I cock my head. "Do you wanna come to my place? Have some tea or something?" 

I also.. kind of became a mom. So there's that.

"Uh, yeah." He smiles. 

***

We're in the car and I notice how quiet Chase is. Normally he'd be rambling. 

"You're so quiet. Is everything, okay?" I ask, putting my hand on his knee.

He stays quiet for a while. 

"Chase?" I look at him.

"Yeah. Of course." He smiles. 

"Okay." I laugh. I put my hand back on the wheel. 

"How was school?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the road. 

He sinks a little in his chair and sighs. "I really wish you wouldn't ask me that."

"Why not?" I ask confused. 

"Because. You make it sound like I'm your brother or something." He whines. 

I think about that. He's not wrong there. 

"Well.. you kind of are. Is that wrong?" 

"Ugh!" 

"Chase?" 

"I don't want you to see me that way! I'm not your brother, we're not related!" 

"Okay.. But I have a kid with your sister so—" 

"That's not my fault!" Chase whines. 

I chuckle a little as we pull up at my apartment. 

"You're really whiny today. Maybe it's the hormones." 

"Stop saying stuff like that!" He blushes.

I can't help but laugh. 

"Don't laugh! We're only two years apart!" 

"Yeah.. but mentally.. you could be my son." I tease. 

"Sky!" 

I laugh harder. 

***

I throw my keys on the table and head into the kitchen. 

My mom rushes past me, heading for the door. 

"Shit. I'm late for work. It took Sofia eternity to fall asleep!" She says this as she quickly brushes her hair. 

If you're wondering why my mom calls Rose by her second name, it's because she's petty as fuck. She doesn't like 'Rosalie' cause it reminds her of someone she used to know. It's so dumb.

Ironically, my mom works at a diner now.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to be on time next time." I say. 

"It's okay, baby." She kisses my lips. 

"Bye Sweetie, bye Chase." She waves and rushes out the door. 

I turn back to the kitchen.

"Tea?" I ask. 

"I don't want a drink, I wanna talk to you." 

"Okay, talk." I say as I grab two cups anyway. 

"No, I need you to really pay attention." He sounds so serious.

I look up. He looks it too. 

"What is it?" I ask.

He stands still for a moment deliberating something. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me to my bedroom.