The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 18 💖

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Mew's phone rang, and he answered it without looking to see who was on the other line. "Mew Suppasit," he answered in his low gravelly voice.

"Bro," Perth hissed into the phone. "My mom is here. Come save me!" he demanded.

Mew tried not to crack up laughing and roll his eyes because he hated Perth's mother, but he could not help himself.

"I'll be there," he said, hanging up to him hissing and spitting at him on the other end of the line.

He locked his journal back up, wishing that he could have gotten more than two paragraphs written. He changed his tee-shirt and rinsed with some mouth wash, giving his hair a quick inspection before putting on a pair of Nike tennis shoes. He knew what awaited him downstairs, and he was not looking forward to it.

He knocked on Perth's door seven minutes after he called, and the look of gratefulness on his face made him doubly worried about Perth.

"Oh, look who's here!" Perth's very drunk mother called out, letting out a loud and annoying laugh. "It's Peter's step-son, the little Thai boy," she said rudely, taking herself another sip of her stinky Miller Light.

"Mrs. Luis," Mew greeted her politely, "How are you today?"

"Alexander," Perth's mom said, "You remember Mew, Perth's step-brother on his daddy's side."

"Yes, I do," Alexander stood up, smiling down at Mew, almost but not quite hiding the lechery that Mew pretended that he never noticed.

"It's been a long time, Mew."

Perth's stepbrother on her mother's side was amazingly tall, amazingly good-looking, and an amazing model. Mew was never impressed with him, and that made Alexander amazingly obsessed with Mew.

"I told Alexander that we were going to stop by your house on our shopping trip to New York, and he insisted that he come along Perth. I don't know why you don't move in with me, now that you're out of school. I could set you up with so many nice boys in Sweden..."

"I'm sure you could, ma," Perth said, handing his mother a coaster to put the sweating bottle of Miller Light onto so that it wouldn't stain his oak table.

"I've got a boyfriend though."

"You do?" Perth's mother asked, surprised. "Does he have a boyfriend, Mew?" Perth's mother glared at him as if he were the offending party.

"Of course," Mew said. He had no idea that Perth had a boyfriend, but whoever he named he wasn't going to act like he didn't know about it in front of his mother, even if he named him. He would play along for Perth. They were allies against their parents; they had already sworn this to each other.

"Who is he, Perth? What does he do?" Perth's mother slurred.

"He used to work as Mew's personal assistant, but now he's a carpenter, and his name is Saint," Perth answered.

Mew tried not to jump at Saint's name. He was fairly sure that he could pay Saint to play the part for Perth, but he wondered how Saint was going to feel about it. He had quit because he didn't want him to find out about his feelings for Perth.

"Saint?" Perth's mother asked. "A Thai nickname? Can't he take an American name?"

Mew wanted to kill the old woman for being a racist bat, but that would get in the way of his plans for taking over her ex-husband's business.

"I bet he's hot if he's Mew's cousin," Alexander grinned, his blue eyes sparkling.

"He is hot, but he's not Mew's cousin," Perth said, folding his arms in front of his chest and sticking his chin out in what Mew recognized as his stubborn pose.