V1S12- You Can Go Home Again..

Chapter 7: Friends, Family & Feels...

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Okay...good...one crisis down. Heaven only knows how many to go but at least one down.

And oh wow, was this was a big one...One he never even imagined.

Good lord....

He was absolutely dreading confronting Desi this morning. It scared him even more than potentially running into his parents. I mean yeah coming here seeing them had been his biggest concern and it still ranked somewhere between a root canal and attending a funeral on things he wanted to do but at the very least that was something he was somewhat prepared for.

About the only 'good' thing about his parents is he knew exactly where he stood with them. He's known from the moment they found out about him not being straight.

Hell, even before that.

He'd heard the comments, repulsion and utter vitriol whenever anything even remotely came near the topic of homosexuality. On some level as soon as he realized he was something other than straight he also realized the second they found out that'd likely be all there was to it. Yeah at times he'd toyed with the idea that maybe that'd actually be the thing to shake them out of their backwards, close-minded views, that maybe they'd see it differently when it was their own kid but deep in his heart of hearts he knew that was about as likely as his flaily, clumsy, hyperactive ass becoming Prima Ballerina for the Bolshoi Ballet.

He may be an unyielding optimist but he's never been stupid. He never had too many illusions about the type of people they were. To put it bluntly they were close-minded, hateful, sanctimonious bigots. They hid the hate and vitriol behind religious beliefs and 'good Christian values' and all that other crap but it didn't really fool anyone, least of all him. He'd seen the writing on the wall from a mile away.

They were who they were. Their beliefs came above all else; including their own son. He knew this. He'd known since he was fourteen. Since the day he came home from school to changed locks and his things out by the trash bin.

That was one of the worst days of his life and it hurt like hell, but at least with that he knew on some level it was coming. He may not have known exactly how it'd go down or wanted to believe it and it may have been far earlier than he'd have ever willingly chosen but that at least he'd near always on some level known was coming.

Now this with Desi? Totally different can of worms.

This just completely blindsided him. Being rejected and abandoned by his parents was one of the worst experiences of his life but the idea of being rejected by Des? By one of the best friend he'd ever had? The closest thing to family and stability he had managed to find in his adolescent and teenage life? Likely the only thing that got him through the worst, darkest, bleakest time he has ever experienced?

The idea that all that time he's just subconsciously been using Des for a place to stay and a shoulder to cry on? That he was somehow leading him on. The idea that the one person he truly trusted and confided in and platonically loved more than anyone else was in reality just circling, waiting for an opening. That all of their time together was Desi playing some long game, just biding his time, waiting for his chance?