Tasting Jeremy 2.0 (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twelve (12)

Tasting Jeremy new cover.

Matthew p.o.v

Oliver was a very unique person to say the least.

He was a small, but chubby guy, with big round green eyes, with a very pale complexion that seemed to have a pigment of red on his chubby cheeks. His hair was a weird contrast to his body being a bright, natural red.

"Who is that?" Oliver asked as he opened the door just enough to see who it was, with the chain lock still locked.

Braeden simply said, "My friend."

Oliver bit his lip, still not budging. "Why is he here?"

I couldn't help but pout, did he not remember, or notice me from before? "I'm Matthew William's." Oliver opened his mouth to speak before some called out within the house.

"Oliver, honey! Who is here?" Stepping aside, a tall, slim lady  blocked the view. "Oh! Braeden!" She paused when she looked at me before her grin, if possible, got larger, and she swung the door open, motioning us inside. "You are... Um, the William's son?" I nodded. She knew my dad, or dads? "Matthew right?" I nodded, again. "And if I am not mistaken, you also helped my son." I nodded, looking at Oliver who disappeared into a hall. "Excuse him, he has a kind of... "Phobia", well, that is what the doctor said, he might have the start of a phobia but, I know my son. He just needs to be more involved."

Braeden smiled. "We can take him out, if that is alright."

The older women smiled, waving us into her home. "It is all up to him." As I stared at her back, I noticed her red hair, much like her son's, was tied in a very unique, complicated way that most girls at school wore, but her hair was down her back, stopping just above his waist, which was slim until it reached her hips. "He should be in there, boys." She pointed into the den which had a large TV, sitting on a dark brown stand.

The room itself was a deep blood red that carried down another hall. The couch was a crème color, and the two side tables were both brown as well, to sum it all up, the whole room was either colored crème, dark brown, and red, aside from the TV which was black.

"Whatcha doin'?" Braeden asked his cousin, plopping down on the couch next to him, making him momentarily stiffen until relaxing yet again.

"Nothing. . ." He mumbled, sitting forward so he could pull a braid from behind, letting it drop over his shoulder, it went down to his belly button maybe.

"Growing out your hair again?" Braeden smiled, waving me over before taking the long braid of red locks into his hands, running over the pattern gently.

Oliver looked at Braeden from the corner of his eye before nodding. Out of no where, I blurted. "It is very pretty." A very obvious blush rose to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out, just gasps.

"Don't pressure it to come out." Braeden then said, laying his hand on his back in a friendly manner.

Oliver just nodded, his round eyes looking between both Braeden and I. "So, um... What do you need?" Olivers voice was quiet, it was so quiet I wasn't even sure if it was his voice I was hearing.

Braeden shook his head. "I don't need anything." Braeden smiled teasingly, making Oliver grin a little as well.

"Then what?" Biting his lip, he picked at the end of his braid, and started to play with it nervously.

"Just came to say hi... You know who this is, right?"

Hesitantly, Oliver looked over at me and nodded, allowing the bangs he must had previously tucked behind his ear fall over the side of his face. "Hi..." He whispered, "I remember you."

I, myself, couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. "I'm glad you remember me." Braeden reached over to his cousin, tucking his bangs behind his ear.

Oliver replied. "Well... You did save me."

"I just yelled to the coach."

Oliver nodded, a pained look crossing his face, making Braeden clear his throat and slump against him a little. Curling up as well, Oliver pulled his braid over to his other shoulder.

A couple hours later after watching TV,  his mother called us into the dinning room, and offered Braeden and I both a seat at the table.

"As long as your parents know you are here." I nodded smiling, I had texted them when we left school and let them know I wouldn't be home until later. "Great, well... Let me just go get to spare plates, would you like to help me Braeden?" Braeden nodded, and got up, following his aunt into the kitchen.

"You go to Mark Bennet still, right?" My eyes rolled around the table until they landed on Oliver, who had that mysterious voice that just captivated me. I replied with a nod. "Cool. I go to a private school on the other side of town."

"Do you like it?" I decided to ask, trying to keep a conversation going.

Oliver shrugged, moving from across the table to move beside me. "It is alright." He leaned in closer, "I kind of miss Mark Bennet, though." He frowned. "Nobody really talks to me there... Well, I guess nobody really did at Mark Bennet but, at least I as acknowledged."

I smiled brightly, "Well! Just think of it this way, if you come back to Mark Bennet, again, you will know Braeden, and I, both. Plus, I have a friend on the soccer team as well, so people will leave you alone."

Surprisingly, Oliver's eyes brightened, and his cheeks colore. "I don't know." He mumbled, picking up the end of his braid to play with. "I'm just scared." I nodded my understanding. No doubt he was scared, I would be too if I was in his footsteps, although I don't know what he went through at school, I am sure if he is worried about it, and is worried about interactions with others, it wasn't that good.

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"How do you know Oliver's parents?" I asked Tyler, and Owen when we were all sitting in the living room watching some TV. Tyler was stretched out on the couch, his head on Owen's lap, and his eyes barely staying open.

It was Owen who answered. "I am pretty sure Tyler works with his father." He smiled, running a hand through his husbands hair. "The mother has beautiful, and long red hair?" I nodded. "Oh yes, then I met them at a company dinner." Owen shrugged. "She is very beautiful though."

I nodded, focusing my eyes back on the TV. The family was weird, but in a good way. After dinner we had went back into the living room and watched one more episode of some random show that kept Oliver content until he fell asleep, and Braeden and I could sneak away. Oliver's mother even invited me over again, some time on the weekend. She told me that I would be a great person to be in Oliver's life, other than family.

"Can I just ask why you asked?" Owen asked, his eyes slowly, almost awkwardly, leaving the TV to meet with mine.

Shrugging, I pulled my legs up to my chest, pursing my lips. "Just wondering, his mom asked if I was the William's son, so I just thought one, or both of you would know them."

All Owen said was, "Oh. . . Before looking down at Tyler, then back at the TV." His eyes trained on that, but I knew he wasn't watching the program. "So, Jeremy came over while you were out." I didn't respond, only frowned, focusing on the TV. "What is going on between you two?"

I pursed my lips, startled when Tyler spoke. "Yah, pipsqueak. I will beat his ass to the ground if you need me to." He voice was deep, probably because of how groggy he was.

Owen gasped, slapping Tyler on the chest lightly, and pushing him away so he could stand. "Tyler! Don't be violent!"

Rolling over so he was facing me, Tyler looked at me intensely propping himself up with his arm. "If he is messing with you. You tell us. I don't care how long he has been your best friend for, or how long this small relationship you, and Braeden have. I can see right threw it. With that said, I will not hesitate to run him over."

Owen grunted from the kitchen, making Tyler smirk at me, and wiggle his brows.

"He loves dirty talk."

"And Tyler loves sleeping on the couch."

Tyler groaned loudly, slumping back in defeat. "Are you serious?"

Owen didn't respond.