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Special: Out!

A/N: In honor of pride month I have decided to write a special about Kingston coming out to his parents.

enjoy...

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2 years ago...

Kingston's Pov:

I'm going to do it. Today is the day I come out to my parents that I'm gay.

"breath in breath out king, you got this," I whisper. I've never been more terrified to do anything in my life. I mean my father is a Mafia Don. Like what kind of don wants a gay son. Or what parent would want a gay child? No, no don't think like that.

"Hey, King you wanna go throw the ball outside?" Cree walks into my room.

"Um I can't right now, hey do you know where mom and dad are?"

"Uhhhh I think dad is in his office and mom could be with him if not then I don't know."

"Okay thanks" I take a big deep breath.

"You okay King? you look like you're about to pass out"

"hmm? oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to go talk to mom and dad."

"Okay, when you're done and you wanna play, you know where ill be" Cree pats my shoulder. I give him a curt nod.

I walk up to the third floor where my father's office is. I can hear voices through the door and I instantly recognize them as my mother and father's voices. I take one last deep breath steadying myself and knock on the door.

"Come in" My father's strong deep voice rings out through the door. I shakily grab the door handle twisting it to open the door. I step inside and see my mother standing behind my father's chair where he is sitting.

"King honey are you okay?" My mother's soft light voice breaks the silence. I slightly shake my head trying to hold back tears.

"I-I um. I have to um. I have to tell you something" I stutter. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'm strong enough. Hell, I can't even look them in the eyes.

"King, it's okay. You can tell us anything" My father says. Can I though? Will they still love me? will they see me differently? Will they treat me differently?

I open and close my mouth trying to convey the words that are flying through my head. Do I just come out and say it? do I use a metaphor or example? Do I walk out and pretend it was nothing?

"Sweetie I can tell this is troubling you very much. Take a deep breath and tell us when you are ready. Okay?" My mother lowers herself to the arm of my father's chair. This is one of the great things about my parents. They never push us to tell them anything. They let us tell them on our own time (if it's not life-threatening or anything extremely serious). I just hope I don't lose them after telling them.

I take one more deep breath deciding to just go for it.

"Before I tell you, I just want you to know I'm the same person. I'm the same King and I've always been this way and it doesn't change him who I am. I'm still your son"

"Of course you are King. Nothing can change that" My father chimes in

"Just let me tell you what I need to tell you and let you decide that after you know." My father nods his head and my mother has a caring but confused look on her face.

I take one final breath and bring my gaze up so I'm looking both of them in the eye.

"Mom, Dad I'm gay" The room goes silent and a million things run through my mind.