Mr Always Right (MxM)

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Wilan

The soft leather of their car felt weird, nice weird. It was warm and it felt like the car was hugging me, trying to make sure I felt good. The car was a lot like Mr Talisker, the feminine one that is, he kept looking back at me from the front seat smiling like crazy. The other Mr Talisker, the buff and gruff one, kept peaking at me as he buckled their little daughter up in her car seat. Her name was Jaime, she was appropriately nicknamed sunshine. She liked me, I could tell because of how she smiled at me and she made grabby hands when she saw me, like she wanted me to hold her. I would've too but I'm worried.

Worried that if I look in her eyes for too long I'd get attached, worried that if I found comfort in Mr C Taliskers smile I'd get used to it, worried that if I saw Mr X Talisker as a father figure or role model I'd get my hopes up for a better future. A future I knew would never come about.

The car almost felt my awkwardness of being stared at and wanted to hold me as close as it possibly could and I wanted nothing more than to sink into it. Maybe this was a bad idea?

I felt panic run through my veins as I stared at my dirty backpack touching the back of Mr Taliskers clean white seat. I felt filthy even though I had bathed in a public bathroom just this morning where I had washed my clothes.

"Where do you guys wanna have lunch?" Mr Buff-and-gruff asked buckling his seat belt and glancing at me in the little mirror in the front.

"I don't know, let's ask Wilan? Where's your favourite place to eat?" Mr Probably-Smells-Like-Vanilla asked beaming at me. If I wasn't so frightened by his pearly whites I'd laugh, I once had old cold fries from Burger King and moldy, what I hoped was chicken, from KFC. I'd had the most amazing left-overs from God knows where, but when I got the food I didn't care where it came from or how much was left. I was dying inside because it was food and I wouldn't have to go hungry any longer. Everything smelt amazing though when I stood outside of the places, it almost taunted me.

Then it hit me, I could actually eat at those places now because of these guys.

I guess I took too long to reply because Smells-Like-Vanilla started listing places to eat.

"I've never had any of those things, where can we get sandwiches. I like those" I said shrugging.

"Burgers?" Buff asked, I shrugged again. I listened to them argue over where to eat for a while but ultimately they decided to head home for lunch. Mr C would make us burgers.

"So how old are you Wilan?" Mr X asked as he kept his eyes glued on the road.

"12 and-" Should I ask his age? No, that'd be weird "how old is Jaime?"

"She just turned one" Mr C chirped.

The conversation ran dry after that and I was kind of grateful for it.

We arrived at a giant house that looked like it came straight out of a real estate magazine. It was the kind of house I dreamed of living in one day. I could imagine myself coming home to this place after school and that scared me.

My fear only grew as the day progressed because I got comfortable. I could imagine myself sitting by the dining room table with everyone, I could see myself watching TV with Jaime, helping Mr C around the house, talking to Mr X about school work or sports or anything. They said they wanted to help me and now I've envisioned a life here after a few hours.

This can only lead to disaster.

But the worst came when Mr X showed me to what I thought was their guest room and called it my room. Mine. With a bed and a bathroom with a shower just for me. He then gave me his husbands pajamas and promised me that we'd get a desk in my room for me to do homework at, that we'd decorate it and fill the empty closet. But what hurt the most was when they invited me to say goodnight to their daughter after I had the best shower of my life and got ready for bed and when they both came to say goodnight to me. They made sure I was comfortable, switched off the light and told me they'd see me in the morning.

I felt wanted and that hurt.

I wished more than ever that I would see them in the morning and that this wasn't just my mind trying desperately to hurt me.