"Jonathan Fo! Who's the newest person on you movie?" Flash. Flash. Flash.
"Jason, are you still writing music?" Flash. Flash.
"Jessie, who are you wearing?!" Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.
I sighed but kept the same stoic smile on my face. Running a hand through my hair, I hid my tall, lanky frame behind my fathers. He was almost six foot eleven. It was easy to just hide behind him.
As stepped in the limousine, my mother and father faced me with grim looks. Shifting their soft faces into a face of distress. Mom shook her sleek black hair from her French bun and tumbled it.
"Why did you tell us you were gay?" he asked. My father, he wasn't a homophobe, so wasn't my mother. It was the rest of the Fo family was.
"Because I am," I concluded.
"When?"
"Since I was eleven."
My mother shook her head but a big and bright smile was on her face. Truly. She was happy and my father was a bit...... scared. He knew.....
.....
I was fucking dreaming!
In reality, I brief you on it. My mother accepted me but my dad was a huge homophobe. So when he decided early this morning over five course breakfast, he told me to come to the movie set with him.
So I was stuck in the limo with dad glaring out the windshield. I held my iPhone in my hand, waiting for Cassie to text me. She must be out her mind when I told her I was gay. She always suspected it. Smart girl.
Cass: UR DAD HOMOPHOBE?! R u ok?
I shook my head, glanced up at my father and back at the text. Quickly I texted back.
Me: yes. Calm yo tits. Yes I'm ok.
Cass: betta be or I might hve 2 cause damage to ur dad. Where u goin anyways?
Me: movie set. Dad wnted me to come for sum reason. It's freaking me out...
Cass: well u lucky, u get 2 feast ur eyes on all tht man booty ;)
I blushed bright red, my eyes widening by the way she was just so direct. Such a straight forward and enthusiastic best friend.
Me: please stop. G2G, we're here.
I looked up and stuffed my phone in my pocket as my father gave me a cold look.
"I don't want you to say a word as we walked out. I have a special some one you can help."
I nodded and we went straight to the studio set. The cast, the lighting crew, audio crew, the runners, camera crew and the producers, my father and Michel Bladwin.
"Uncle Jonathan!" called a voice. I turned my head at the sound and all but let my mouth hang off the hinge. He was my cousin after all.
Bright blonde hair, green eyes and tanned skin. God, if he was just not my height. I liked boys taller than me. It was like with my mom.
Cousin Eli turned to me after saying a few words and smiled brightly. "Hey, Jason."
"Hey, Eli," I mumbled.
This is going to be a long day.
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