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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
3,320
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Telling them
A/N~ I have the same amount of reviews as chapters. That made me happy.
Hopefully I'll be able to get up at least 2 more chapters before the New Year. After that, things may be a bit more sporadic because of JanNoWriMo. However, I still plan to work on this story, then.
Reviews, as always, appreciated.
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I chose his favorite restaurant to tell them. He keeps on telling me that I don’t have to do this. That I don’t have to tell them. I laughed when he told me. But it was a nervous laugh. Maybe he had a point. But it was too late to call it off. I didn’t want to, anyway, though.
They are sitting down now, eating and laughing. Drinking. Relating odd news. It will start soon. My mom will ask me if I’m ever going to get a girlfriend. Or have kids. Settle down. Be like my brother. She hasn’t said it, yet.
Or should I have explained when they asked who he was? It might have been easiest that way. Or the cheapest. That doesn’t matter, anymore, though.
They are all getting along. My brother is talking about the new governor. My father and Andrew are listening. My mom looks at me, and begins.
“Do you have a girl in your life?”
I grab Andrew’s hand. My brother’s and my father’s heads snap up look at me. “I’m gay.”
They’re laughing. They think I’m joking. Andrew looks apprehensive. Except realization is dawning on their faces and my brother tells me to get outside. I’ll fight for him, if that’s what it will come to.
A punch to the stomach. He’s telling me to deny it. That it is just a phase. But I’m fighting back, now. I’m hitting him back. I can hear people yelling to stop. Not anyone I know, just patrons.
I suck in a fight. I realize now, too late. Just like when I was young, my brother can kick my ass in a minute. I’m on the ground, getting kicked.
Mom’s yelling to stop, and he finally does. He spits on me. But Andrew’s next to me, trying to coax me to get up. He half carries me to the car, where I just sit and count my bruises.
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He plans to tell them. He values the truth. He prefers the truth to possible disownment. And he chooses my favorite place. At least he knows what it is. .
We sit at a table, after I’ve been introduced. I’m am a roommate, now. I’ll be a lover, later.
His brother is talking about the new governor. The social policies I disagree with. I’m disgusted, and Jon puts his hand on mine. His brother stops mid-sentence, in time to hear those that phrase.
I know a fight’s about to break out, so I slap money on the table. Enough, hopefully.
His father’s followed them. But his mom’s here, trying to talk to me. She tells me that I’m young. Very young. It’s more concern. That my inexperience would hurt him.
“Do you make him happy?” She asks.
“I’ve always made him happy.” I say. Thinking of those first nights. But she doesn’t know that, and she’s smiling, now, as we head outside.
He’s on the ground, getting kicked, and for the first time ever, I’m worried for him. I’m by him, arms wrapped around him, trying to get him to get up.
I half-carry him to the car. His brother yells at me, like it’s my fault. It’s my fault, of course. My fault that you beat up your younger brother.
I want to hurt him. But as I get into the car, I realize something. He fought for me.
Hopefully I'll be able to get up at least 2 more chapters before the New Year. After that, things may be a bit more sporadic because of JanNoWriMo. However, I still plan to work on this story, then.
Reviews, as always, appreciated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I chose his favorite restaurant to tell them. He keeps on telling me that I don’t have to do this. That I don’t have to tell them. I laughed when he told me. But it was a nervous laugh. Maybe he had a point. But it was too late to call it off. I didn’t want to, anyway, though.
They are sitting down now, eating and laughing. Drinking. Relating odd news. It will start soon. My mom will ask me if I’m ever going to get a girlfriend. Or have kids. Settle down. Be like my brother. She hasn’t said it, yet.
Or should I have explained when they asked who he was? It might have been easiest that way. Or the cheapest. That doesn’t matter, anymore, though.
They are all getting along. My brother is talking about the new governor. My father and Andrew are listening. My mom looks at me, and begins.
“Do you have a girl in your life?”
I grab Andrew’s hand. My brother’s and my father’s heads snap up look at me. “I’m gay.”
They’re laughing. They think I’m joking. Andrew looks apprehensive. Except realization is dawning on their faces and my brother tells me to get outside. I’ll fight for him, if that’s what it will come to.
A punch to the stomach. He’s telling me to deny it. That it is just a phase. But I’m fighting back, now. I’m hitting him back. I can hear people yelling to stop. Not anyone I know, just patrons.
I suck in a fight. I realize now, too late. Just like when I was young, my brother can kick my ass in a minute. I’m on the ground, getting kicked.
Mom’s yelling to stop, and he finally does. He spits on me. But Andrew’s next to me, trying to coax me to get up. He half carries me to the car, where I just sit and count my bruises.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He plans to tell them. He values the truth. He prefers the truth to possible disownment. And he chooses my favorite place. At least he knows what it is. .
We sit at a table, after I’ve been introduced. I’m am a roommate, now. I’ll be a lover, later.
His brother is talking about the new governor. The social policies I disagree with. I’m disgusted, and Jon puts his hand on mine. His brother stops mid-sentence, in time to hear those that phrase.
I know a fight’s about to break out, so I slap money on the table. Enough, hopefully.
His father’s followed them. But his mom’s here, trying to talk to me. She tells me that I’m young. Very young. It’s more concern. That my inexperience would hurt him.
“Do you make him happy?” She asks.
“I’ve always made him happy.” I say. Thinking of those first nights. But she doesn’t know that, and she’s smiling, now, as we head outside.
He’s on the ground, getting kicked, and for the first time ever, I’m worried for him. I’m by him, arms wrapped around him, trying to get him to get up.
I half-carry him to the car. His brother yells at me, like it’s my fault. It’s my fault, of course. My fault that you beat up your younger brother.
I want to hurt him. But as I get into the car, I realize something. He fought for me.