OC Oneshots

Unfortunate Backstory (Milo Clayton-Scott)

Milo's POV

I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. I have to go to school. The break from the Christmas holiday had ended as soon as it had begun. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. Business is done as usual and I walk out, already having my long reddish-brown hair flowing down my back and brushed. I tuck a small bottle of mouthwash into the pocket of my black jean jacket that I always wear. Now I've got to decide on an outfit. I begrudgingly search my closet and dresser for something to wear. Taking off my oversized t-shirt I wore to bed and changing into the classic black t-shirt I always wear, I pause for a moment as I stare into the full-length mirror. The delicate red lines that outlined the scars that decorate my back were visible. I hastily covered them with the v-neck black t-shirt. I put my black jean jacket on over it. I lazily tug on some jeans and grabbed a hair tie, equipping it to my left arm. Then I tied my hair up into a man bun. I put on my spiked choker, making sure it was a perfect fit. I slip on some comfortable, well-worn shoes, again black, and then march out the door. I stand at the top of the stairs, only pausing to look over the banister. A smile crept onto my face. Dad's head pops out of the opening, meeting my gaze.

"Are you ready for breakfast, Milo? I managed to convince your father to make bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches."- Dad says.

"That sounds brilliant.- Wait, I need my school ID -I'll be down in a second."- I reply.

"Well, you better hurry before it gets cold!"- He replies.

"I will!"- I reply.

I walked back inside my room. If it seems confusing that my Dad mentioned my Father, I've got two dads. I grabbed the purple lanyard off of the hook on the door, drape it over my head to hang from my neck, grabbed my backpack and school laptop, put my grey beanie on my head, and then finally went downstairs to join my parents for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and with one sniff, I was in heaven. My Dad was pouring hot tea into teacups from a kettle on the stove and my Father stood over that same stove, eyeing a pan of scrambled eggs with a spatula. They both pause from what they were doing to smile at me politely, even if Dad's looked more like a half-hearted attempt. The guy's been that way ever since I could actually remember things though so I'm not bothered by it.

"Ah, good morning Milo! You've come down just in time! Your Dad suckered me into making breakfast sandwiches to help everyone get enough energy for their first days back to work, well, school in your case."- My father says, causing Dad to snicker.

"The sound of that sounds delicious!"- I reply.

"It will be I'm sure."- Dad replied.

"You could be more helpful, Elliot."- My father remarked smugly.

"We don't have anything else to do, and besides, you said that you were the one who said that they would be making breakfast."- Dad replies.

"Only because you insisted I do so."- My father replied, rolling his eyes.

"I only asked, Benjamin."- Dad said.

"And I only did it because I love you."- My father says.

Dad had finished pouring the tea. He moves to stand behind my father, wrapping his arms around the other man's rounded waist. My father chuckled softly and turned Dad's chin to face him. The two inched closer to kiss. I cleared my throat.

"I'd hate to interrupt but, shouldn't we eat? The food won't be good if it's cold."- I say.

"R-Right. Sorry, Milo. Did you want anything special on your sandwich?"- My father asks.

"The usual bacon, scrambled egg, and cheese are fine on my sandwich."- I reply.

"Give me a second to make your plate."- He replied, beginning to make the food.