Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)

✣ Chapter Fourteen ✣

Healing Gabriel: Chapter Fourteen

                                                    ※(*)※Gabriel's POV※(*)※

             "Gabriel!"

              I looked up from my math book immediately. "Yes, mother?" I responded quietly as she came downstairs, entering the kitchen with a cheerful aura around her. She looked fancier than usual, wearing a red dress with shiny white heels that exposed her pedicured toes. Her shoulder length blonde hair was straightened to the extreme. She looked a little younger than she really was.

           "Your father and I are going out to dinner tonight for our anniversary. Can you believe it's been twenty-six years since he proposed to me?" She glanced away from her reflection in the toaster and offered me a sheepish smile, then continued putting in her earrings.

          "Twenty-six years," I murmured to myself, a frown making its way onto my lips. It was astonishing how long two people could love each other. I rested my cheek against my hand, watching as she coated red lipstick across her lips. Couldn't she have done that in the bathroom?

             "It's so exciting," she chirped, taking a seat across from me at the kitchen table. "I can't wait until you get married someday. Then you'll be able to share the same excitement as me."

             I gave a slight scoff. "Marriage is out of the question," I dismissed.

             "Don't say that, sweetheart. You'll find a man who will love you unconditionally someday."

             "Mom," I hissed quietly, my cheeks heating up at the mention of my sexuality. I know that I was lucky to have a parent who openly accepted the fact that her only male child was gay, but I'd never came out to my father before, and I did not want him to overhear the conversation. Of course, he probably already has his suspicions up since that one time Evan and me left the bathroom soaking yet with towels around our waists . . .

             I closed my eyes at the thought of his name. I bet he was out at some Valentine's Day party, having enormous amounts of thrills with the never ending attention of girls.

             He said that he liked me, though. But who could ever truly like someone such as myself?

             Thirty year old men have a bit of a hard time keeping their hands off you, a dark voice in my mind mumbled, making trembles start up. That was such a disgusting, repulsive thought, I felt bile bubble in my throat.

             "Why don't you hang out with Evan anymore? I was so sure that you guys had a thing for each other."

             "You don't understand, Mom," I whispered, meeting her gaze. Her light blue eyes watched me steadily. "He's, like . . . straight. Besides, we're not even friends."

             "Honey, you seem to be forgetting that I am your mother. The only woman in your life who knows all about you." I scoffed almost silently at the last part. "I see the way he looks at you, and I see the way you look at him." Jeez, was it really that obvious? I'd seriously have to start being more careful of the way I am around him in public. It's like every person knows the way we think of each other.

            "I've had many crushes before, sweetie, but meeting your father was a whole other experience for me. It was like the most intense feeling as soon as we saw each other. We took to each other so easily, and it wasn't even long before we began telling each other secrets we'd never thought would leave our lips." Usually any relationship or love talk was my cue to gag and get annoyed, but listening to my mother talk about her experience, I couldn't help but think about Evan and me. We had that type of feeling, I think, too. We connected almost like magnets. I'd told him about the highlights of my past rather quickly, if you thought about it.