Music Boy (boyxboy)

•One•

"I've lost my soul, I'm made of stone."

•one•

      My fingers tapped impatiently against the counter as I waited for the two teenage girls to stop screeching about whatever crappy pop album they were holding in their hands. They're almost as annoying as those guys that walk in and get a rap album that talks about, "gettin money and fuckin those hoezz." Even when I'm in my favorite place something ruins it. I ran my hand through my brunette hair and tried not to glare at them. Okay Kit, keep your cool. You do not want to get fired from the one place you actually like. I wanted to cherish my time in the music store before going home. I've been working here for three months.

     I found the music store one day when I was walking away from all the drama in my family. My world felt like it was closing in on me and I felt suffocated. I needed a break from everything going on. "Loud Sounds" was like a bright light in the darkness. The manager, Nancy Greene, gave me a job because I think she felt bad for me. I looked like a mess when I walked in there. My eyes were red and there were tear stains on my cheeks.

   I hummed silently to the music playing through the record player. When one of the girls slapped the CD on the counter, I cringed. She giggled and searched for her wallet.

     "Is that all?" I asked through gritted teeth. They both nodded enthusiastically. I pulled out a plastic bag and dropped the CD in. One of them handed me a credit card. After they finished purchasing, they left the store making me sigh in relief. I walked over to the back of the store to find a new vinyl to put in the record player. My fingers slid across all the different vinyls. It was between The Used or My Chemical Romance. I groaned in frustration. Why did I have to be that most indecisive person ever? I gnawed on my lip and frowned before deciding on some good old MCR.

"Kit, why aren't you behind that cash register?" Phoebe screeched, "It's your turn asshole!"

     I quickly grabbed the vinyl before scurrying up to the front of the store. Phoebe was standing there with her hands on her hips and one of her eyebrows raised. I rolled my eyes. Phoebe started working here longer than I have. Even though she was annoying as hell, she was pretty cool. She was really pretty with her light brown skin and raven colored hair. If I were straight, I would totally tap that.

"I was just getting a vinyl, calm down." I held my hands up in surrender. She glared at me and then looked her wristwatch. Her eyes widened.

"You know you can actually go home now Kit," she began,"Your shift is over."

    I sighed and took out the record from the record player and replaced it with the new one. Home was not my favorite place at the moment. Phoebe knew why I didn't want to go home and she hated my parents and my brother for it but I could never hate them. Part me still hopes that they would move past everything and love me.

     "Yeah, I'll just get going." I mumbled quietly. She looked like she was about to say something but stopped herself. I avoided her gaze and went to the back room to get my keys and my wallet. After I got everything, I waved goodbye to Phoebe and walked out. A blast of cold air hit my face making me shiver. I held my hands to my face and blew out hot hair into them. My hands were cracked and dry from the chilly weather. I zipped up my jacket and trudged over to my car. When I got inside I quickly turned on the engine and waited for the car to heat up before driving. I drove in silence.

    Maybe they finally realized that I'm still the same Kit. I knew that today wouldn't be any different but I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that they finally accepted me. I shook my head and parked my car behind my brothers car and got out. The lights were still on in the house. They were probably having dinner. Without me. I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

    "Oh, hey look the fag is back!" My brother yelled. I shut my eyes tightly and let out deep breath before heading upstairs. They were all in the dining room eating their food except. My dad glared at me and my mom avoided my gaze. Aaron, my brother, smirked at me while my little sister, Lily, hopped out of her chair and threw herself at me.

    "Kit!" She screamed. I laughed and held her in my arms. Lily was the only person in the house that didn't care about my sexuality. It's sad that a little girl is smarter than my parents and my brother combined. My dad stood up abruptly and marched over to me. He ripped Lily out of my hold and placed her back to her chair. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. The whole school knows I'm gay and there's a few mean remarks here and there but all I really cared about was being accepted by my family. I wanted them to understand and to tell me that it was okay. I wanted them to meet my future boyfriend and be happy for me.

     What I didn't want is for them to get as far away from me as possible like I'm some kind of disease that they could catch. All of this because I like the same-sex? It seemed ridiculous to me. How does it concern them who I like?

    "Don't talk to that fairy, Lily." Aaron said before looking at me, "Are you done sucking dick?" I glared at him. They didn't even know that I worked at the record store.

     "Aaron! Not in front of Lily!" She reprimanded. Meaning that when she was gone he could say whatever he wanted. I clenched my jaw and headed upstairs to my room. My bed looked really inviting at the moment even though I had a shitload of homework. I laid down on my bed anyway and looked up at the ceiling. They'll understand sooner or later; they're my family. Thirty minutes later I heard my door being opened slowly. I opened my eyes and saw Lily standing there. She looked unsure of something. I sat up and patted the spot next to me. She giggled and hopped on to the spot next to me. I noticed that she had a piece of paper in her hand.

"What's up Lilypad?" I asked. She smiled and gave me the paper.

     "I drew a picture for you! It's you and your future family." She exclaimed. There were three people in the picture. Two stick figure men holding hands and a little girl next to them. I smiled at her brightly and thanked her.

At least someone in my family accepted me.