So you think you're bold huh?

Boy

A/N: I want to start putting fanart on the chapters again so yeah:D Here is a lovely one to start ToT. Oh also do y'all want my playlist? I'm going to give it to you despite what you say so, https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5UkJcSE3llxJK6TQqZ6GAi?si=83b8f8cb8fe745da. 

Drista's POV:

"There is no way I'm letting that boy stay here!" Dad yelled from the living room. George and Clay were downstairs in the basement playing video games, so I was stuck upstairs with nothing to do but listen to my parents argue. George and Clay had just told them what happened with George and why he can't stay at his house, so now they were left to, 'discuss it.'

"Don't be so close-minded!" Mom shouted back. I knew for a fact she was homophobic, not to mention low-key a racist, but that wasn't relevant at the moment. But she wasn't as bad as my dad. I hated my dad. We all did, even my mom I guess. But what I hated more than my dad, was how Clay was treated in our family. He deserved so much more than he gets. My parents hate that he has tattoos and piercings, and that 'his body is a temple and he's destroyed it.' 

They love me. I'm, 'their little baby,' I dress feminine and I don't wear makeup as Clay does, and my hair is still fully blonde. Plus I'm young, so they're scared that Clay will make me a bad person. I don't know why, but in their eyes, Clay isn't the person I should be turning into when I'm older. It's such bullshit. I think he's cool, even if I'd never had the kind of confidence to be like him when I'm older anyway. He's my big brother, one of my only genuine friends, but to my parents, he's just a shitty influence. 

I sighed and covered my ears, probably out of instinct, but then I realized I actually wanted to hear this one. 

"We can't just leave a poor boy on the streets without a place to go!" Mom shouted back. "He's gay! It's bad enough we have Clay living here, but a gay kid?? Think about Drista!" I winced and ran my hands over my wrist quickly, squeezing my eyes shut. 

Don't they understand that boys aren't my only interest either? It's not like some disease, and if it is I'm already coming down with it. So they don't have to be such assholes about every single thing I encounter that they don't like! I hate them I hate them I hate them! 

"Drista will be fine! If he's at school, then at sports, and then hanging out with friends and doing homework, they'll hardly even have to see each other!" I scoffed. That made me want to hang out with George even more. But she's right, I've heard from Clay that George is crazy busy all the time. Maybe that's why it makes me so angry to hear her say that. "We don't know that!" Dad shouted back. "Yes, we do! And if we get concerned with Drista's behavior, we have every right to send George somewhere else!" Mom shouted, making me hope George didn't hear that. 

I swung my bedroom door open and slammed it loud enough that my parents could tell I heard their conversation, then stomped down the hall and into the kitchen. What fucking cunts.

A/N: Sorry this was a short one, I've had a stressful few days. Y'all don't give a fuck but my partner and I decided to take a break, I've been getting ready for school, shits been wacky at home, and I really need my fucking therapist right about now but she's FUCKING traveling. ANYWAY! This chapter was literally impossible for me to write for some reason. I swear to god I went through 3 different realities of what could happen and I settled on this so if the next chapter has a time skip, don't be surprised, ToT.