McLovin' [BoyxBoy] [Completed]

Chapter Five

I slammed the door shut, behind me. I wasn’t mad at Hannah, I was mad at myself. Why was I hiding who I was? But then, the painful memories of being bullied came back to me.

I felt my heart slowly twist and I shook my head. No, it wasn’t worth it. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was not going to cry. Nuh uh. I heard someone walk towards me quietly. I blinked quickly and walked to the stairs.

“Baby...are you okay?”

I turned to look at Mom who looked worried. I nodded. I knew she didn’t like the idea of her son being gay. Crying to her about my problems really wouldn’t help. She reached for my hand but I flinched away. She stopped and pouted, “Honey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

I stared at her, my vision still slightly blurry. “About what? I’m not visiting another shrink!”

She shook her head, “No. Not a shrink. I just want to talk. About...you. Just us.”

I stared at her, a little confused. So she was going to try to convince me to be straight, herself? I snorted, “Mom. Honestly, today has not been a good day. I don’t want to talk about it.”

My dad came up behind me, “Son. Just talk to her.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Darling, please.” Her voice broke on the word Please. My eyes widened, “Mom, are you crying?”

She sniffed and wiped her eyes, “What? No.”

“So your eyes are just peeing then?”

She smiled and smacked me on the shoulder, “Hush, you.”

Dad put his hand on my shoulder awkwardly, “You may want to sit down for this.”

I shrugged. My day had been bad enough but if Mom was crying, clearly this was important.

I sat down on the sofa and before I could say anything, my mom blurted out, “We’re okay with you being gay.”

I stared at them wide eyed. Suddenly, my sister, Lola burst into the room, “OH THANK GOD. I was waiting for that awkward bit to get over.”

She bounced over to where I was sitting and jumped on me. “We were talking about it! And I told them, they had to stop being such lame parents.”

Dad cleared his throat awkwardly, “It was a little hard to get used to.”

Mom smiled, “But I think it’s cute now. I mean, we can go shopping together.”

I laughed, “Mom, I may be gay but that doesn’t mean I like shopping.”

Lola, who was now successfully sitting on my back, yelled, “LIES. I know you like shopping! You just don’t wanna be seen with us!”