Angels | Ghosts Of The Past 2 [BoyxBoy] ✓

26. Forrest of Trees

Sky.

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When I wake up, my dad's already gone. I look at the time on my phone. It's 10 AM. I yawn and check my messages. Diana sent me a photo of her and Rose. I smile. I miss her. I'm happy to go back home tonight. 

After brushing my teeth and getting dressed I make my way downstairs. 

I'm relieved to see most of the family is gone. Only my grandparents, mom and dad are here now. 

"There you are! I was going to wake you but I figured you must be tired from the trip!" My grandpa smiles. 

"Yeah. I guess so." I join everyone at the table. 

"I made some.. egg scramble and some bacon.." Grandma fills my plate with food. 

"Yesterday we didn't get the chance to get to know you all that well. So many people over.. I was busy cookin' up a dinner, entertaining the guests.." My grandma watches me with her small beady eyes. I didn't realize how cute she was. I get the weird urge to hug her. 

"Oh, that's okay. I'm really sorry about how I acted." 

"No, we get it. You're a cityboy. I'm sure I'd be the same if I went to the Los Angeles. Fish outta water." Grandpa laughs.

My grandparents are nicer than I thought. I was such a jerk yesterday. Not completely unfounded of course. I look at my dad. Then I look back at them. 

"So, are you guys okay with.. me being with a guy and all that?" 

"Honey, when I was a youngin, my mamma told me one thing. She said only the Lord can judge you. No one else. Now I live by that." She nods heavily making her double chin wobble. 

I smile. She's endearing.

"Amen." My grandpa kisses her cheek. 

They're adorable. How the hell did they create my dad?!

"Are you ready for today? Me and uncle Tom are taking you hunting. It's gonna be wild." My dad says excitedly. 

"No women, no nothing. Just the boys." He nods. 

Yay. 'The boys'. 

I try not to groan.

I take a bite from my food. 

"What about you, mom?" I ask. 

"Oh, grandma is going to teach me how to sew! I'm so excited!" She beams. 

I chuckle. "Okay then." Is it bad I'd rather spend the day doing something as boring as sewing then going out and shooting animals? 

The door swings open and in comes uncle Tom. 

"Alright! We ready to go?" He says excitedly. 

I put down my fork. "Thanks for the food, grandma." 

She smiles full of delight. "You're so welcome, dear."  

"Alright, let's go." Dad grabs my shoulder.

We make our way outside to the shed. 

There's a slight drizzle and there's snow but mostly ice all around. The way over the tiles to the grass is real slippery. 

"So, you ain't never been huntin' right?" Tom asks.

"Nope. This will be my first time." 

"Of course. You didn't get no proper huntin' education up in those hills. But out here, the hunt is life. There ain't nothing like eating your own game. Ain't nothing like it."