His steel blue eyes moved between the woman and the cash she held out to him. It didn't feel right taking her money to take her son out. As much as he did appreciate the gesture, Ceren wasn't an idiot. It wasn't a secret, at least not to him, that the family was a littl strapped for cash. They were barely staying afloat and if he took this money he was only adding to the issue. "No thanks, I uh...I can't take your money," he said politely. He flashed a polite smile before inching around the older woman. There was something off about the way she was offering up, since that wasn't something she did, ever really. Money wasn't a hot commodity around here, they had to save everything they could. "I think he works late anyways," he said as he rounded her and slipped the rest of the way down the stairs.

Ceren did his best to avoid most interactions with either female. It was just...awkward between them. Even now, months later, things still hadn't clicked. It was no surprise as to why though. All he could really say was that at least they were civil. There were those that were less subtle in their distaste for his relationship with Leith, the age gap apparently being the most off-putting thing about it all. He had to admit, that when he'd first met Leith that night his car broke down in the parking lot, he'd been tepid about it as well. He'd been more than tepid really, needing a huge push from Linda to even work up the courage to speak to him again.

He sighed softly as he grabbed his car keys and his wallet from the side table by the front door. He filtered through the worn leather, finding a ten and a five. He let out a wry huff of a laugh before pocketing the old wallet in his pocket. If they want that may be able to get them into a matinee at the movie theater. Ceren could read between the lines, Meredith didn't want them at the house tonight, and he had an idea as to why.

Richard was the less than savory character his boyfriends mother had been seeing as of late. He didn't hide his true feelings on the boys relationship like the two women that lived here. A part of Ceren respected him for that, for actually being honest about it rather than hiding behind painfully polite smiles and tense conversations. That didn't ease the blow of what he said, Leith getting the brunt of it.

He leaned against the entryway, itching to leave. His blue eyes watched the domestic family scene that unfolded before him. Bailey and May bantered as family usually did, Taron smirking as he jogged down the stairs. He nudged his sister out of the way to be the first to grab breakfast before they sat and tucked in. It was painfully domestic, like something you'd see in a Hallmark commercial or something...and there Ceren was, watching from the outside as usual.

It was in times like these that he truly saw how outside of the Meyer life he truly was. He wasn't part of the family but a boy in need of a home, a favor for Meredith's dear baby boy. He dropped his gaze, arms folding over his chest. He'd never be part of what he saw in front of him, and a part of him was okay with that. He'd come to accept that to an extent and that helped lessen the sting in his chest when he saw it every morning.

"Bye mom! Bye Aunt May!" Taron called over his shoulder in a bored, monotonous tone as he buried his face in his phone. The sound of his voice snapped Ceren back to reality, eyes flicking between the two teens once they were ready to go. He buried the stinging in his chest, the lump in his throat, and turned towards the door. "Finally," he mumbled as the trio left to get their school day started.

"Jesus, you guys take forever," he grumbled, not serious in his disdain at all as they headed out to the car. Taron shot back a quick response that left the two teens smirking at each other. The blonde skirted around his sister calling, "Shotgun," as he slipped into the passenger side door. Ceren rolled his eyes at the sibling rivalry of sorts. It wasn't a dynamic he'd ever had with his older brother. Daron was more of a father than a brother, his mother usually locked away in her room.

"Tar, you're weird as hell," Ceren scoffed as he dropped into his seat, keys shoved into the ignition. It took a few tries but he got the engine to start.
"Your car is trash man," Taron laughed as they pulled out of the driveway.
"Yeah, I know," Ceren said with a roll of his eyes.
"Why don't you ask Leith to fix it?" he wondered as he tapped away at his cell phone, talking to his friends before school.
"This is fixed," Ceren admitted, pulling to a stop at the park as per request by Bailey. "Here's your stop," he said, noticing a severe lack of others. His brow furrowed but he kept his thoughts to himself on the matter.