Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Dinner for Dinner

Sighing, Francis voice out his opinion of the matter. "Timmy, your mother is a nice woman. Your mother loves you and your sister, and she's willing to do anything. Despite, that I can't change your mind about her. Think of all the sacrifices she had done."

Scoffing, Timmy went on.

"Trust me, Francis. My family witnessed her God awful ugly self. And I'm saying this as her son. My sister is blinded by her love towards her mother to see the truth for who she is. There was a time where I used to look at her with love and admiration, and with respect. That's all gone, now." The scowl on his face never left. "You haven't witness how she is when something goes bad and doesn't get her way. Right now, everything is at honeymoon phase, but when things starts to get rocky, that's when you need to be careful."

Standing up as Timmy sling his camera to his shoulder and grabbing his bag, he said his farewell to Francis. Stern face govern his expression as he has always guarded himself to everyone, sometimes it included his family.

"Oh and Francis. Johnny is actually a good person despite his narcissistic and arrogant personality. I do see how you can mistake him as unfavorable person, but whatever you said about him isn't true at all."

Francis let out a sighed as he sees his nephew's back facing him disappear. Slowly shaking his head, Francis saw Timmy's head picked through the ajar door. He hears Timmy called out to him again.

"One last thing that I almost forgot. Johnny said he missed coming to your office and that he'll make it up. Or something like that. I'll see you later."

Not waiting for what his uncle had to say back, Timmy shut the door of Francis' office. He marched to where his sister's car was parked. The graveled pathway beneath his feet crunched on the heavy footsteps he took. His once calm expression gradually morphed into an ugly furious face. Fingernails dug into his palms as he wrung the straps of his camera and his backpack together.

Reaching the vehicle, he opened it with the car key. He threw his bag at the backseat, but gently placing his camera on a clear space. Even when he's angry, Timmy was careful to his equipment that gives him his income. Taking his seat, he went on to counting numbers to calm his self.

Seconds ticked by and Timmy was still tensed as he sat at the driver's seat. The next best thing he could do was closed his eyes and started counting. He breathed in and out in a non chronological order, but maintained his focus at task. It didn't last long until Timmy had dozed off. Not long after, a noise woke him up from his nap.

Startled, he began to look where the music was coming from. Timmy also heard buzzing sound coming from his bag. Opening his thrown bag, behind the driver's side, he found that it was his phone. Upon seeing the caller ID, Timmy answered the call.

"Hey, whats up?" Asked Timmy while yawning.

A husky baritone came from the other side. "You just woke up? Sorry, if I did. My class ended so I called you to ask where you are so I could come and get you. Then we could walked to where Lily's car was parked."

"Ah. I'm inside the car already."Another yawn escaped from Timmy. "I fell asleep while I was meditating. Anyways, I'm at the parking lot already, behind building five. You know where it is, so just look for a car that's running. Hurry up, cuz I'm getting hungry, too."

"Okay, Little Timmy."

Narrowing his eyes at the caller, Timmy frowned. "I'm just letting you know, I'm not a charity case, Johnny."

Laughter from the other end of the line passed through the speaker and into Timmy's ears.

"Don't worry, Timmy. I know you're not a charity case, but you're my little brother. And, since I care so much of my brother, I'm gonna feed you." Rolling his eyes, Timmy exhaled heavily through his nose. "Don't roll your eyes at me."