Freshman Year - 8. Sharing is Caring

WESLEY’s POV

It was about nine in the morning when I finally woke up Saturday. I looked at my bed and I saw I was all alone. Had I dreamt about Seamus being there with me last night? I looked around the room and saw Seamus’ bag so he had to be somewhere. I got up and did my morning rituals, or the best I could do them with a cast on. As I made my way down the hall I could hear laughing and when I got to the kitchen it looked like a bomb exploded. There was flour everywhere and the blender had pancake batter all over the place. Standing there like Cheshire cats Daddy and Seamus had a devious look in their eyes when they saw me. I didn’t get turned around halfway before I got pummeled with flour. Honestly this was the most fun I’ve had since I came out. I had the two people I cared for most with me and even though we were a mess I can genuinely say that I was happy. I didn’t have a care in the world at that moment.

After we finished the flour war Daddy sent me and Seamus up to get cleaned up while he tried to salvage what little bit of flour we had so he could make some biscuits. That was another thing I love about daddy, he is a great cook. He has always made sure we never went without a home-cooked meal at least three times a week. His mama taught him to cook and he has shown me some basics. We used to cook breakfast every Saturday but that tradition seemed to have disappeared recently, maybe we should start doing that again. I always liked food especially home cooked meals. But recently we’ve been eating more and more fast food.

That’s probably how I got as big as I am. I’ve been bullied a lot more than I used to be. I’ve always been called weak, and defenseless. At school I was always picked last for things like dodgeball, and ended up being the first out due to my lack of fitness. That’s one thing I’m going to change. Working with Jesse I’ve lost a few pounds. Maybe with his help I can get fit again. I really want to lose the weight so Seamus doesn’t have to be seen with the blob. I know him though, he would probably tell me he likes me the way I am. The problem is I don’t like the way I am. I can’t stand the way I look anymore. I’ve tried diets before but rarely lost more than a couple of pounds. This time will be different though, I have someone in my life I want to be good enough for. I know its shallow of me to think that way but after the past few weeks my self-esteem isn’t exactly that good either. Of course, any of the heavy workouts would have to wait until I get the cast off my leg. I’m looking forward to that, except where I’ll have to do physical therapy to build up the muscles in my leg that had been weakened due to the lack of use. That is going to be the hard part of my recovery. But I know I can get through it with Seamus and Daddy helping me.

After a little shyness and trepidation, I asked Seamus if he could help me with cleaning up. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had an actual shower. Ever since the incident vie had to take sponge baths so I would not get my cast wet. It was hard considering one arm is still in a sling for at least another week. Usually Daddy helped me with the hard to reach places but it just made more sense for Seamus to help me since he was there. Well it was easy but every time Seamus touched me I felt a spark. I’ve read in some of those cheesy romance novels how when someone touches another person they feel a spark. I always thought that was a lot of bull myself, but every time he touched me it would send shivers down my spine and I would get speechless. No one has affected me like this boy has. Maybe this is what love felt like, if it is I can’t wait for more. I think Seamus might have been as embarrassed as I was because his face was as red as his hair almost. It was funny and cute all at once.

When we got finished cleaning up we headed downstairs to see if we could help Daddy but to Seamus’ amazement Daddy had already finished. I say that Seamus was amazed because I’ve known Daddy for a while and even if he did make the mess he hated them. It could look like a hurricane blew through and ten minutes later Daddy would have the place spotless. I remember the first time I tried to make grits as a Father’s Day surprise. I’ll just say grits are not easy to get out of a pot or your hair. Mama took one look at me and gave me a death stare while Daddy just laughed. I thought I’d never hear the end of mama’s rant. Daddy just stood there taking it all in stride and when she finally quit daddy just took me into the bathroom and gave me a bath and then I helped him clean my mess up. It was one of my happiest moments I could think of. The next morning daddy took me into the kitchen and gave me my first cooking lesson. After that it was a new lesson every weekend. I’m still nowhere as a good a cook he is but I could survive if I needed to.

Since Daddy had finished cleaning the kitchen we took the time to get to know each other better. There were some things about Seamus that I was amazed to find out. He loved country music just like me. Other things we had in common were we were both comic book nerds, the only problem was he loved marvel whereas I loved DC. The only thing we agreed on the comic front was Deadpool, even Daddy agreed that was his favorite character. It was also amazing that we had in common was we couldn’t stand rap music. I found some things about Daddy that I didn’t know either. It turns out in his teen years he was a total AC/DC fan. He had memorabilia from different shows he had attended. Ironically enough that’s where he met mama at a concert near their college. Daddy really surprised us when he said he used to be a singer in a band during high school. It was nice to hear Daddy talk about growing up because I’ve never really heard him talk about anything BM, before mama. This was a whole new side to daddy and I loved it. Daddy told us about some of the things him and Jesse got up to as kids. One thing was they had tried to start up a lawn care business by borrowing their parent equipment. As it turned out they didn’t make it very far because by the second job they had they were too tired after the first. Both of their fathers ended up doing the rest of their rounds. It was nice to see him so happy. It was almost as if being with mama had pretty much killed his fun side. I also learned that the reason daddy married mama was that she was pregnant after they had been on a few dates. Unfortunately, she had a miscarriage about six months in. that was one thing I had never known. But Daddy said he loved mama and eventually they had me. Daddy called me his miracle because they were just about ready to give up on trying to have children.

Seamus told us about his family too. He spoke about Erin like she was the best person in the world. I would have loved to meet her. Seamus told me all about the twins and how he had helped with them as babies. I loved the look in his eyes as he told us about his family. It was his favorite thing to talk about, well that and baseball. Turns out Seamus was a huge Atlanta Braves fan. Of course, living in Georgia, you didn’t have many other teams to pick from. I was never really a sports guy but I would suffer through a football game for Chloe, okay so maybe I went so I could look at guys in those tight pants so sue me. Seamus also told us he like to lift weights and workout. He said he only did it like twice a week because he didn’t want to be all muscle. After finding this out I asked if he would help me get into shape and he said he would. he also confided in us that he wanted to go to Ireland just once so he could see where he came from. He also wanted to see his grandparents who he had never seen. The only reason he knew what they looked like was from pictures his parents had. Seamus was lucky at least his grandparents were alive. I don’t even remember meeting them when they were alive. Knowing what I do about my mother’s parents I think I would have liked to have known her father. Daddy’s mom and dad both died when I was an infant. There was a wreck and they sustained injuries severe enough that even if they did survive they would have been pretty much vegetables. It’s the one thing never talks about because he was the one who had to decide whether to pull the plug on them. When I hear him talk about his parents I can see and feel the hurt that he feels about the situation.

After a few hours of talking and playing games, which I need to remember not to play monopoly with Seamus, he is ruthless in the game, we decided to get dressed at first we had no idea what to wear as the only one who knew where we were going was Jesse. Thankfully about that same time he texted us and told us to dress up in our best clothes. My best clothes at that time didn’t really fit that well because of the cast but I figured some dressy khakis would be nice. Seamus looked amazing in his white polo shirt and khaki pants. Daddy put up both to shame though. He was wearing abutton up shirt with black slacks complete with black cowboy boots and a Stetson. He also had a turquoise bolo to go with them.

Jesse pulled up about thirty minutes later pulled up in a black Escalade. I was not expecting what he had in store for us.