Taylor Swift Has Nothing On Us

Football Heads And A Gay Sweetheart

Tuesday afternoon, after practise, an interesting conversation went down in the boy's locker room.

"You're right, having a gay guy on the team just wouldn't work" tyler says, half way into a conversation "Right Pete"

Why did he have to bring Pete into this? "Yeah. Totally" Pete convinced

"Especially since it's football, its weird having that fag, Mikey a Gay, in gym. God, gays in football though?" Ducal continues

Pete felt absolutely sick to his stomach. "Well, see ya guys later" Pete mumbled, escaping the thick air of the locker room. He sighed a sigh of relief as his body hit the cool air of September.

He didn't think he was gay, I mean he never looked at guys the way he looked at girls... or Mikey... Still, what was he going to do? The team, his friends, his family, they'd all disown him. But he also wants to make Mikey happy, he wants to be able to hold hands and not make awkward eye contact in the halls.

At the same time, even if his friends didn't resent him for being gay, they'd definitely have a nasty word about how Mikey is a 'total loner' as they say. Regardless, he's stuck inbetween a group of football heads and a gay sweetheart.

Pete slipped into his home, welcomed by his ADD suffering mother, who was overly happy. Honestly, he didn't want to put up with her but at the same time he wasn't looking forward to his father either.

Pete thanks his mum for the food as they all sit at the table.

"So son, how was practice?" His dad asked in his normal deep voice.

"Fine. I did well" Pete replied as he always did

"That's great honey!" Mum smiles

Pete nods picking at his mashed potatoes, knowing what comes next but wishing it wouldn't.

"Did you do a small scrimmage?" His father asked, though he knew the answer.

"Yeah" Pete says rawly, unable to swallow the lump of sticky potatoes

"Good good. Did you score a lot? What was your statistics?"

"Well it was a bit of a longer practise than normal" Pete gulped "I scored about five touch downs and only dropped the ball twice that this time"

Petes dad drops his silverware, letting it clatter against the glass bowl. Pete internally cringes, he knows that his practice meant nothing to anyone except his father. Pete's dad wasn't perfect so Pete was confused why he wanted him to succeed so painstakingly. Pete knew he could win it all for the school, just like his dad, but his dad doubted his skills.

"Do you think you're going to win he finals like that? Making stupid mistakes?" Pete's father growls. Pete and his mum know better than to talk at this point. "The Wentz name won't be disgraced because you can't focus. Is it a girl? I can't believe you'd put a girl before family!"

By now Pete is fuming mad. Family? He's trying to make Pete live through him. He couldn't say that though so he pushed his chair out and stood up.

"Where are you going? You need to rest!" His dad cried after him.

"Out!" He yelled back slamming the front door. Stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, he started a brisk walk, hoping his parents won't run after him.

Why did his father always insist on him being the star of the team, that's who he is, not Pete. But at the same time, Pete didn't mind it, it was the one thing they bonded over. It was nice sometimes to get out and throw the ball with his dad like normal sons should.