Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 33- You'll Be Fine...Maybe

Sh: I don’t know if I can do this, jay.

 J: You’ve got this, Shaney. You can do it.

 Sh: What if she’s worse than I thought? What if my brothers moved out? What if—?

 J: Stop. You are worrying too much. All your questions will be answered if you just knock on the door.

 Sh: Joey…

 J: knock on the door or I will do it for you.

 Sh: but—

 J: I’m knocking on the door.

 Knockity-knock-knock

 His first lightly taps against the wooden door with a smirk on his face. I smile and chuckle. He’s not playing.

 “Thank you.” I whisper. I grab his hand and pull him closer to me. His hands find their way up to my neck as mine rest naturally on his waist. He leans in and gently presses his lips onto mine. I grab onto the back of his knees and give him a boost as he jumps up and wraps his legs around my waist. I press him against the door and kiss him back with the same level of delicacy and gentleness.

 “I love you so much, Shaney.” He whispers just milliliters away from my lips. His breath feels like ticklish feathers as it travels across my lips.

 “I love you, too, Jay.” I whisper back before softly pressing my lips upon his again.

 “Oh shit!” Joey exclaims as the door opens, making me lose my balance and fall on top of Joey as I drop him on the ground. I look up and find my older brother, Jerid, standing above us with a confused expression displayed on his face.

 “Am I interrupting a f*cking-session here?” he asks. I stand up and help Joey off the floor after untangling myself from him.

 “Shut up!” I say, shoving Jerid. He lets out a short laugh before looking at me with a half smile on his face.

 “It’s good to have you back, little bro. We’ve missed you.”

 “I’ve missed you, too.” He says before pulling me into a hug.

 “So you wanna introduce me your friend?” he asks me. I grab Joey by his waist and pull him next to me.

 “Jerid, this is my boyfriend, Joey. Jay, this is my brother, Jerid. Okay. Let’s go now.” I grab Joey’s hand and try to pull him inside the house before they can react but Jerid stops me. Dammit.

 “Now wait a minute.” Jerid says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I sigh and turn around to face him. I know what he’s going to say. “You can go talk to mom. Jason and I are going to have a little ‘talk’ with Joey.” He grabs Joey’s arm and pulls him towards the staircase. Joey looks petrified.

 “W-what’s going on?” Joey stutters.

 “Oh you’ll be fine, man. We just want to get to know you a little better.”

 “You’ll be fine.” I whisper to Joey. “…Maybe.”

 “MAYBE?”

 “Sorry.” I mouth to him before Jerid drags him upstairs with a smirk on his face. My brothers are going to f*ck him up. I'm getting second-hand fear from just looking at the terror in Joey's eyes. I would be scared, too, if I was Joey.

 I walk into the kitchen at an extremely slow pace, not ready for the scene I have to witness. My heart rate speeds up with each step I take. Butterflies fill my stomach and flutter around, trying to find an escape route. 

 “Mom?” I say to the woman standing in front of the fridge. She turns around and I gasp with wide eyes in shock. She looks…okay. Better than okay. I’ve never seen her like this. She looks so happy and healthy.

 “Shane!” she seems really surprised and happy at the same time. Her eyes are lit with joy and she has a big smile on her face. I slowly walk up to her and immediately wrap my arms around her, burying my face into her shoulder.

 “I missed you so freaking much.” The fabric of her blouse muffles my whispers.

 “I missed you, too.” I pull away and stare at her with watery eyes.

 “Oh don’t cry, Shane.” She says, wiping the unshed tears out of my eyes.

 “I’m just so happy.” I say as just one single tear slides down my face. “Because you’re so happy…where’s dad?” her smile fades away as a serious expression replaces her joy. “Mom?” I ask, worry showing in my voice.

 “There’s something I need to tell you…”

 My mom is like my best friend but she’s such a big homophobe. She gets mad at me and calls me gay every time I watch RuPaul’s Drag Race or read gay fanfiction. One of the reasons I’m continuing this story is to piss her off. The chapters might be shorter and I’ll post less often but at least I’m trying.

 I’m still in a dark place, but standing up for something I believe in very strongly puts a smile on my face for at least a second so don't worry. I won't delete this story any time soon.

Writing fanfiction actually makes me a little happier because it takes me away from the real world and makes my problems disappear just long enough for me to press "Save & Publish" so i'm in a pretty good mood today.  \(^-^)/