Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Thirteen (13)

Matthews p.o.v

"My head hurts Owen." I grumble walking into the kitchen.

Owen frowned, "I'd love to give you something, but I can't because I don't know what happened to the night-quill."

"I didn't try and kill myself. I couldnt..."

Owen smiled sadly, "And I believe you. But I just want to be on the safe side." He gently patted my cheek twice, "And go lay down, I'll say goodbye to Tyler then go get you breakfast." Smiling he turned on his heels and walked toward the door where Tyler was. I heard them mumble a reply before the door shut and Owen walked back into the room. "What did I tell you! Go lay down!" He pushed on my chest until I tripped over the edge of the couch.

"Well, what about school?" I pouted.

"They gave you a day off, remember?" Owen walked up to me, putting the back of his hand on my forehead, "Are you sure you dont want to go back to the doctors, if you are forgetting little things like that."

Swatting his hand away I shook my head, there was no was I was going back to the doctor, "i hate the doctors." I mumbled, moving so my legs were kicked up on the arm rest and my head being supported by some pillows.

"Me too." He sighed, shaking his head. He paused for a second, as if remembering something. His boy stiffening before he seemed to snap out of it.

"Owen?" His face was blank as he turned to look at me, "You OK?"

He frowned sadly, "Yah, just remembered something. Ill be right back."

I could feel myself get angered, "Can one of you just tell me what happened!" I snapped, Owen raised an eyebrow, plastering on a fake smile.

"About what? Im OK."

"No, no your not. Because you and Tyler and hiding something from me!" I frowned, sitting up on the couch, "Like why wont you guys tell me?"

"Matthew, we are not hiding anything from you. Its just that its not the right time to tell you." He went to walk forward but I took a step back.

"Its the perfect time to tell me!" I whined, "My... My ex best friend called me a dirty bitch and a fag and you dont think I can handle it! The whole school practically think I have a parasite embedded into my brain! I think I can handle it if Im still alive!" My breath came out in uneven pants. Then my face paled, "Are you guys going to put me into foster care?"

A horrid look crossed Owens face, "What!" He shrieked, he ran up to me as tears ran down my face and fell onto my shirt, "Matthew Williams, we would never do anything like that." He wrapped his small arms around my face burying his head in my shoulder, "We would never, ever do that. You are our baby." He moved away and started kissing my cheeks, his eyes glistening too, "Never. Alright? We love you and would never even dream about giving you away. You are ours." He tightened his arms around me, rubbing my back. "Its not that Tyler doesnt want to tell you, its me telling him not too. I dont want you to think of me, as gross or disgusting."

"But I would never do that."

"I know," He pulled away, wiping at me face. "Sit down. We need to talk."