The Lies That We Tell

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

With blue nail polish on his nails, he started to clean the brown table for the second time and organized things that were already in their right places. He was bored out of his mind and couldn't wait to get out of here.

It was early Saturday morning and his family was probably still sleeping but he was forced to be at work by seven. There had been one customer. Only one!

For someone who preferred to be with other people rather than alone, he would enjoy it if there were customers who he could talk to. Because the place was as good as empty, he had nothing but his thoughts and the hope that someone would walk through the door.

As usual, his first thought was Isaac. He had been Quentin's best friend ever since third grade when they were only eight years old. It didn't take much time for him to realize what a wonderful boy he really was.

He didn't think of him in that way when they were innocent children and knew nothing about feelings and secret crushes. Yet, as they grew up Quentin couldn't stop himself from liking him in ways that best friend shouldn't. It was clear to everyone that while he was proudly gay, Isaac only liked girls.

If he ever learned about his hidden feelings, it would be the end of their friendship. Quentin had accepted that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his company in any other way. Sometimes he got scared of how much power the boy had over him without even knowing it.

It was almost similar to how his father was ready to do anything for his mother. His parents were the couple who many were jealous of and he wasn't an exception. Christian and Bree Adams were so ridiculously in love even after twelve years of being together.

They acted like hormonal teenagers even when he and his siblings were in the room. Despite how annoying it was, Quentin preferred it to be that way. He had seen his friend's parents getting a divorce which had many times destroyed the family that used to be so happy.

In fact, Chris was his step-father who married his mother about ten years ago. Soon after that, he adopted him as his own son, legally changing his name to Quentin Adams.

His real, biological father Xavier Lawrence died when he was only two years old. Although he had heard many stories about him from his mother, he couldn't remember much about the man. Sure, he lost his father too soon but without it, he wouldn't have this loud and very annoying yet loving family.

He always knew even as a child that his mother never truly forgot Xavier. He really was her first love but luckily not the last, all thanks to Chris.

Quentin loved him a lot and had thought of him as his Dad most of his life. He hadn't only taken care of his mother but had also chosen to love her child despite that Quentin was nothing but a stranger to him when they first met.

He remembered something about their first meeting when he was four years old but not much. After all, he was so young and didn't pay attention to the most important things back then. Still, Quentin knew that it didn't take much time for him to like Chris because he was funny and made his mother happy.

Slowly Chris became part of the family after everything they went through together. He lived, laughed and made decisions with and for them like every father did in families.

When Quentin was seven, he had his very first little brother Daniel. After him, two brothers and even one little sister had been born. Their names were Sebastian, who was now eight years old, and the twins Everett and Eleanor who would soon turn five.

He loved all four of his siblings who made him crazy the more time passed by. Even though he swore to protect them from the world, he often wanted to curse at them for distracting him when he started high school and began to hang out more with his friends.

He was especially close with his mother's older brother Brett. He remembered living with him after his father died and his mother needed help when he was young.

His uncle took care of him when his mother couldn't, which he would never blame her for, and because of that, he was still another father-figure for Quentin.

Brett being the police and catching the bad guys didn't lose his new character as his nephew's first hero. His wife Victoria, who owned this coffee shop, had been only his friend for years until they understood that everything they were looking for had been right under their noses all the time.

He woke up from his thoughts when the door opened and another customer walked in. A boy around his age walked towards him and immediately gave him his order without much of hello or good mornings.

"Coffee," the brown-haired boy asked, rather commanded. As Quentin inspected him further, trying not to look too much like a creepy stalker, the boy's high cheekbones, strong jawline, pink, kissable lips, and brown eyes caught his attention immediately.

"Do you want milk or sugar?" he asked, trying so hard not to roll his eyes as he was already getting tired of the boy's rude behavior. He had no manners whatsoever and Quentin couldn't help but think that the boy was too arrogant for his own good and probably thought that he was better than everyone else.

Waking up at six might be the reason why he felt so annoyed at the moment and the guy was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, he knew what guys like him were like and they surely weren't part of his group of friends.

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about him as the stranger disappeared as soon as he paid for the coffee. Didn't even bother saying thanks, Quentin rolled his eyes.

A/N: okay, this will be loooong note but after this, there won't be many.

First of all,

hello guys, I'm back to writing and very excited! As you read, this is a spin-off to my first book The Truths That We Hide.

If you haven't read it, all you have to know is that the book is about Quentin's parents Chris and Bree. If you're interested, check out the completed story from my profile :)

I won't spoil you too much (not that I have any spoilers to give as I just started writing/planning this book) but Quentin is gay. If you have problems with that, you shouldn't read this book because sexuality is a big part of this book.

Please don't write hateful comments. They aren't necessary anywhere.

Also, English isn't my first language so I already apologize if there's mistakes. I'll do my best though, but please comment on any mistakes you see and I'll fix them!

And lastly, no copying my work but I don't have to worry about that because you are nice people, aren't you? I guess that's all for now, have a good day and hopefully I will see you again in the next chapter ♡

Ps. It might take weeks (or even months if I'm too stressed/busy/tired/lazy etc.) to publish a new chapter so please, be patient with me.

*takes a deep breath after all this unnecessary talking*

With love, Emilia!