Born this way ~creek~

9

- Four Years Ago -

"Im gay." "Im sorry, what?"

Craig blinked at his cousin, she kept a neutral face but even he could see the fear in his eyes.

"... No you're not-"  "How would you know? I-I... I've been this way my whole life I think..." Craig only stared at her, the silence engulfing her.

The fourteen year olds were sat on the floor with their legs crossed in the dark, the only thing in the middle of them was a board game.

Rebecca played with the switch of the flashlight they had turning it on and off over and over again as she tried to calm herself down. Neither didn't know what to say, so instead Craig moved his player two blocks down after picking up a car.

"How do you know?" He finally asked startling Rebecca a bit. She bit her inner lip staring at the flashlight as Craig picked up the cards to shuffle them.

"When I see myself — ... getting married... I don't imagine a white dress, I imagine a suit —" "You've always been a tomboy, you've never liked dresses much. Don't think too much into it red." She just shook her head, her brows furrowing.

"I don't see myself being a housewife or having kids." Craig shrugged finally placing the cards down. "Lots of married couples don't have children, look at Aunt Mildred and Uncle Tony, they dislike the thought of kids —"

Rebecca slammed the light on the wooden floor making the board and it's pieces jump a little, it's a good thing they were in the basement and their family were sleeping upstairs.

She gave him a look of anger and frustration. "When I see myself in the future I don't see myself with a man, I see myself with a woman!!"

Craig was taken aback watching as his cousin dropped the light to the floor bringing her hands to her face. He listened to her quiet sobs as she shook her head violently.

"Mama and Papa are going to hate me aren't they? I-I know it's a sin but — but I can't help that my biology teacher makes me feel more than a poster of one direction!" Craig chuckled a little at this.

That hate, the same hate they were raised to have deep in their hearts for people who aren't apart of the American dream, he didn't feel that.

This was his cousin, his blood, he doesn't hate her. He could never hate her. She's still the same person she was 10 minutes ago when they were arguing over who goes first.

She's still the same person who taught him to ice skate.

She's still the same Rebecca he's known since diapers.

"Why're you crying?" Rebecca looked up at him sniffling wiping her nose. "You hate me too don't you?... This was so stupid, god what the fuck was I thinking-" "Hey, just because you're going through it doesn't mean you use the lords name in vain."

With a sigh, she just quickly took out her cross from under her shirt praying to herself muttering an apology.

With a comforting grin, Craig leaned back against the blowup mattress the two had pulled from the closet earlier.

"Did you murder somebody?" "H-Huh?... No-?" "Hurt anybody?" "No —" "Being gay isn't the worst thing in the world you know."

Craig grabbed the flashlight from her quickly standing up. He walked over to some of the boxes that was in the basement with his cousin watching his every movement, her eyes were puffy and red from the crying.