A/N: 21.04.19
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I walked up to the porch and stopped at the door, taking in a deep breath and knocked. It opened and standing in front of me was a beautiful, young lady with light brown hair and bright green eyes, ones that looked just like Killian's.
Was she his sister?
"Hello, I'm um, I'm looking for Killian Henderson," I stuttered nervously, tightly squeezing my hands. I then realised that I forgot to introduce myself and hastily added, "I'm Carter Jones, a classmate of his."
"I'm Killian's mom," she smiled warmly, extending her hand which I shook. Nope, she was his mom. She then turned her head over her shoulder. "Killian, your classmate is here to see you!"
"I'll be down in a sec," I heard him answer. Once I heard his voice, I felt relieved that I didn't get the wrong house, but still felt a little anxious being left alone with his mom.
"Please come in," she said. I nodded, stepping into his house that felt welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. It was the complete opposite to what I imagined. In fact, I imagined Killian living alone in either a small messy apartment (for some reason, I was so persuaded that he had a bad relationship with his parents) or a huge mansion like those handsome guys in movies. But instead, his house was actually quite normal and had a cozy vibe to it.
Hung upon the walls were photographs of Killian and his parents. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns that reminded me of coffee beans, and there were a few pots of plants that welcomed the guests.
What caught my eye the most were the row of beautiful paintings that led down the hallway, all the way to the living room. Beautiful portraits of unknown faces, breathtaking landscapes, some were just shapes but with beautiful splashes of colors.
"Those were all painted by Killian," smiled Mrs. Henderson, snapping me out of my trance. She pointed at a photo of a young boy who I quickly recognized. Killian looked like he was maybe 10 years-old, holding a paint brush in one hand and a wooden palette in the other with the widest smile on his face. "Killian always loved art ever since he was a kid. He made a complete mess in the house when he painted though," she sighed heavily.
"I didn't know that he liked art," I murmured in a small voice. Now that I think about it, I actually didn't know much about Killian.
"Is he still going around acting like the cool kid?" she asked with a raised brow.
Um, he doesn't really come to school to begin with.
She leaned over towards me and whispered, "Don't be fooled by his appearance, he's actually not that cool if you ask me," which made me laugh.
"Here, you should take a look at these if you don't believe me," she said, scurrying away and coming back with a fat binder filled with pictures of Killian when he was younger. She explained each anecdote, often making me giggle.
"Oh, and this is my favorite," she said, pulling out a picture of Killian sitting on a tree branch with a wide smile. "I begged him to come back down but he just wouldn't. He's always been like that," she said with a long sigh. "Honestly, this boy has always been so troublesome."
She said that, but I could tell how much she loved him.
I took the picture and couldn't help but smile. Killian looked so happy- A young boy who looked like he was ready to conquer the world.
"You can keep it if you want. Just don't tell Killian, he'll probably get mad at me."
"But isn't this your favorite?" I frowned.
"It's fine, you seem to like it more than I do," she winked, leaving me slightly confused. But before I could refuse and give it back to her, Killian came downstairs. I quickly slid the picture into my pocket before he saw.
"Mom," he groaned. "Are you really showing him my baby pictures?"
"I can't help it," she retorted innocently. "You looked so cute when you were little, I sometimes wonder where your chubby cheeks went."
She reached over and pinched his hollow cheeks.
"I hit puberty," he snorted, pulling away. He looked towards me and gave me a sly smile. "And I became hot, right Jones?"
My eyes widened and I quickly averted my eyes to the side, too shy to answer in front of his mom.
"Oh please," Mrs. Henderson said with an eye roll. "Carter honey, you don't need to answer him."
Killian and his mom continued to quarrel, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel envious.
"Come on Carter, let's go," said Killian, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs. I thanked Mrs. Henderson for letting me in before Killian took me to his room.
"It's so tidy," I murmured in surprise.
"Of course, why do you think I took so long to get down?" he laughed sheepishly. "But er, you might want to avoid looking under the bed."
"You seem to be really close to your mom," I smiled.
"Yeah, she's the worst," he snorted. Killian then nodded towards his bed. "Do you want to sit down?"
"I uh... I'd rather not," I murmured and he rolled his green eyes.
"Relax, it's clean," he reassured, reading my thoughts. "I don't bring anyone home to sleep with, the walls are so thin that my mom would probably hear everything," he shivered at the thought. "Yikes."
I hesitated at first but took his word, slowly sitting down on the edge of his bed, still slightly uncomfortable. "So um, now what?"
"We fuck," he grinned, making my eyes widen. I immediately stood up and he bursted out laughing, sitting me back down.
"Calm down Jones, I was kidding," he snickered, definitely having too much fun. "I told you that I'd help you get ready for the party, didn't I?" He walked away and came back with a can of mousse in his hands. He sprayed some on the palm of his hands before rubbing them together, staring to play with my hair.
"This stuff smells," I whined with a wrinkled nose.
"This stuff is going to give you the messy "I just woke up but still look smoking hot" look that girls dig," he shrugged. After running his hands through my hair a few times and some last finishing touches, he pulled away and made a square with his hands, looking through it with one eye as if it were a camera. "Perfect," he grunted.
I looked towards the mirror and my eyes widened at how nice my hair looked, slicked slightly back which was something that I never did.
"It's nice, right?" grinned Killian proudly. I nodded, blinking a few times to make sure that the person in the mirror was actually me.
"Hey Jones, is your eyesight bad? I'm curious to know what you look like without them."
"Yeah, it's pretty bad," I said sheepishly, adjusting my glasses out of habit. "I need them on."
"From all the studying?" he asked and I gave him a small nod, fiddling with my hands. He leaned against the wall, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I know it's not really my place to say this, but maybe being obsessed with studying isn't that healthy for you."
"I actually don't enjoy studying that much," I admitted. "My parents are just kind of strict when it comes to my education, so I just do it to please them."
I stared at the floor with a small smile.
"I actually felt kind of jealous when I saw how close you and your mom were, my parents and I never talk about anything other than school and work," I murmured, feeling a tightening feeling around my chest. I realised how gloomy I sounded so I quickly changed the subject. "Your mom seems really cool though, she looks really young too. I thought that she was your older sister at first."
"She had me when she was a teen, that's probably why," he shrugged. "The lady refused to get an abortion even when her ex-boyfriend dumped her after he found out about, well, me."
I frowned and his gaze slowly raised towards me, making me stiffen.
"Don't look at me like that," he chuckled darkly. "I personally don't care if I don't have a dad, it's not like I knew him or anything. You can't love or miss someone that you've never met, right?" he said with a simple shrug, but his words still made me feel sad. "Anyway, thanks to that irresponsible coward, my mom had to raise me by herself. But I guess it was for the best, having a dad like him would have sucked anyway, and having one parent nag me all the time is more than enough."
He looked at me and his eyes widened.
"A-A-Are you crying?" he stuttered in shock. I quickly looked away, trying to blink back the tears in my eyes.
"No," I quickly said, but flinched as Killian walked towards me. He turned my face towards him, gently rubbing my tears away with his thumb.
"Jeez," he sighed. "I wasn't telling you about my parents to make you cry," which made me feel even more embarrassed. "Really, you don't have to feel bad for me."
"I'm not crying because I feel bad for you," I whimpered, swallowing back the lump in my throat. "I just admire your mom so much, and you can tell just how much you two love each other."
He blinked but gave me a small smile.
"She's pretty great, isn't she?" he murmured. "Now stop crying, you're going to ruin your nice face."
I quickly nodded, rubbing the last of my tears with my sleeve.
"You said that you were jealous of how close my mom and I were, right? Well why do you think we're so close?" He asked but I didn't know the answer. "It's because we disagree and often argue, but that just shows how honest we are with ourselves and with each other."
"What are you trying to say?" I asked in a small voice.
"I'm saying that if you keep everything to yourself just to please your parents despite how miserable you are, they're just going to keep bossing you around and make all your life decisions for you. But guess what Jones? It's your life," he pressed. "And it's okay if you don't want what your parents want. It's okay to be disobedient and argue with them every now and then, because if they love you, they'll always find a compromise."
I nodded, and despite my polite smile, my chest hurt. Deep down, I was trying my best not to burst into tears, not because I was sad, but because I was happy.
These were the words that I've always wanted to hear someone say to me - that it was okay to think for myself, that it was okay to make my own decisions and want something for me and not for anyone else.
Killian was right.
This was my life.
And maybe it was time that I lived it that way.
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A/N: When did Killian get so deep?
I kinda died when he said, "Now stop crying, you're going to ruin your nice face," lik he's trying to act all tough but lowkey caring for Carter.
I see you Killian, I c u 👀👀👀