More Than Friends

Twenty-One

"You told your parent's already!"

I had no idea that Connor was even planning on letting them know any time soon, but then again, it really was none of my business when or what he told his parents.

Wish he would have let me know before I came over to his house all casually though.

"Yeah... they weren't too happy about it either."

"So was it that bad?" I asked him, feeling completely guilty, for really no reason.

"Well I wouldn't say that exactly... my mom just thought I was joking at first, while my dad just continued to work on his laptop." Connor explained, sitting back on the couch, trying to get me to relax by his side. "They pretty much just ignored what I had to say, but I just kept repeating myself. Then my mom told me to quite joking around and even told my dad to shut me up. I think that's when it started to sink in that I was serious, and my mom just flipped out. She started to say out loud that it wasn't true, that I was just confused, you know. My dad wanted to laugh at the idea, because he didn't believe it either, but then he started to just get angry..."

I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Connor to have to tell his parents, let alone how his parents had felt about the whole thing. Although, I could understand why they might have thought it was just a joke or not be able to believe it at first. I hadn't suspected Connor of being gay or anything either, not even a bit until now. I sometimes even doubted he really was.

"You know," I grabbed Connors hand, trying to comfort him a little, "when I told my parents, my mother straight up told me she already knew, since I was a baby, apparently. You've met her. She didn't really mind at all. My dad, on the other hand, didn't take it as well as she had. He sort of stayed in a state of denial for a while and shook his head constantly, telling himself over and over again that it wasn't true. Eventually he gave up, I think, or at least he stopped denying it and hasn't really said anything about it since then. I usually just avoid the topic when I'm around him in my house."

"I think my parents reacted the same way. My dad said it was probably just a phase or something, and that I'd see I was wrong about it, even when I told him I wouldn't."

I could feel Connor getting tense, so I held him closer. Without really thinking, I moved over towards him, slightly turned his head and kissed him gently on the lips, which lasted a few seconds before pulling away and cuddling up on his shoulder.

"At least we still got each other, right?" What a cliché thing for me to say, but it was true.

He laughed and held me a little tighter, getting comfortable on the couch. Then, for just a moment, we sat there, in his living room, silently.

"You know, they already know about us..."

"WHAT?!" I nearly fell off the couch when he told me.

"Well..." Connor explained, cracking a smile, "after I told them I was dating a guy, my mom and dad sat me down and asked me who had turned me gay."

"You told them I turned you gay!"

"No... but my mom did assume it was you, and so did my dad."

Oh great, now they probably hated me. I just know it.

"But you did tell them yourself, about you and me?"

"I told them about us."

He always knew exactly what to say. But the question on my mind was, did his parent's hate me now? 

Do they really blame me for turning their son gay?

I needed a moment to myself to think. Danny knew about us, which had been pretty easy, Aiden knew too, who had taken a bit more effort to tell, and so did Connor's parents... The list was getting smaller, and smaller.

"I don't think you turned me gay," Connor said, "I'm not sure what I am, to be honest. I do blame you for confusing me, ha."

I shoved him away as he laughed, but couldn't help but laugh too.

I wonder if Danny thinks Aiden turned him gay?

"What about Danny and Aiden?" I asked. "Do you know what's up with that?"

Connor laughed, taking his phone out to read some texts.

"Yeah, I heard about that. But its not what you think. Danny just likes the attention, but he's not gay or anything. He kissed Aiden just to get him to stop crying..." 

"Oh."

"But who knows," Connor smiled, putting his phone away.

Then suddenly the door bell rang, and something in me switched on. I forgot about all of my troubles for a moment and got all excited inside. Connor seemed to notice my change in attitude too and couldn't help but laugh at me, but I didn't really care because I knew I'd be getting the last laugh tonight. Before I knew it, I was pulling Connor up and dragged him over towards the door. Right before opening it, I gave him another kiss and had him wrap his arm firm around my waist.

I had the honor of answering the door.

"Hey there Samantha, what took you so long?"