Accidentally Loving Mr. Step-Father (BxB)

Chapter 1: Clean

A/N: That's Adi Gillespie on the side bar, as MICKEY 'MIKE' HOLLISTER.

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Chapter 1
Mickey Hollister
Clean

          'Message #20 - Dear My Future Lover For Forever out there, it's Valentines day, I don't have a date. Where are you? Anyways, I won't be celebrating this day because you're not here with me. You're either with your temporary lover, celebrating this romantic day, or you're just like me, waiting for your future lover, who's, by the way, writing this cheesy message for you. I haven't been writing since the incident happened, since the betrayal. I'll tell you, Noah had a girlfriend. Her name is Chelsie. She cheated on Noah with me. Noah is my best friend. Yeah, I was really an idiot. How could I do that to my best friend? Really. He went mad at me, and didn't talk to me for like, forever. But I begged, and begged until he caved in. He forgave me. I told him that I had cut off the ties with Chelsie. I swear I couldn't breath that day. Chelsie is such a slut. And a bitch. We were fooling for awhile. Chelsie was a big dessert to me. I felt exhausted. But Noah was the rain, and when he poured the emotions, that's when I was able to breathe again. By morning, gone was any trace of our hate-hate feelings. We've gone back to being best friends. Another story, who would have thought that most of my friends are gay? Yeah, baby! Noah, who was once a straight guy, turned into gay and very in love with Gloss. My other best friends, Collins and Kevin, are dating. They went public, together with John. At first, it was very awkward. But we've passed that stage, because nothing changed, they are still the idiots, stupids, jerks friends. I love them to death. Hey. I don't have much time, I think I'll write later, so don't worry. This is your Future Lover For Forever, Mike Hollister. With lots of love and hugs and kisses!'

          Ripping the single page from my notebook, I roll it and put a ribbon around it. Red ribbon. Then I head over my bed, kneeling to get the transparent bottle underneath my bed. Pulling the cap, I shove the ripped paper inside and put the cap back. I put the transparent bottle underneath my bed.

          Whenever I have free time, I write messages for my future lover. Been searching. Been finding. But it's still nothing. Sighing, I head downstairs, suddenly feeling anxious. Because of my freaking mum.

          Dad and Mum are divorced. Dad is a chef, and has a lots of 4 and 5 stars restaurants in the town. He's very rich. Mum. Well, mum is just an alcoholic woman. She's not rich. Dad tried to get the right to be with him, to live with him, but Mum pulled the Mummy act. She said a mother is always needed by her child. The court chose Mum over Dad. The end. That's why I'm living in hell. She always spats things to me, always blames me, always tells me that I look like my 'goddamn father'. Congratulations, my father and I have the same blood and genes.

          I'm currently studying at Sky International School. It's one of the famous schools in town. So famous. Most people going there are rich. Dad is the one paying my tuitions. Noah tried to talk to me about being free in his school, but I just refused, said that my gut doesn't like the idea. He just rolled his eyes at me, and told me I was a big idiot.

          Holy macaroons. My mother is sober right now, cleaning the house. When she sees me going downstairs, she frowns and goes back to cleaning. Swiping the floor. Brushing the dust off of the tables and TV. Mopping. What a sudden change of air.

          "Hey, I have a visitor coming, so you better be here and act like a greatful son." She says sternly, not looking at me. Visitor, you say. Bet it's your new lover. Or husband. Or whatever he is to my mom.

          "Yeah, mum. I guess he's a bummer," I spat, rolling my eyes.

          "He's not a bummer!" Mum says, mocking my English accent. "Stop being an ungreatful brat and just be home early tonight. Even your accent, you got that from your father."