Salvation BoyxBoy (Under Major Editing)

Chapter 13

"Hey Mom!" I heard him say as he walked out of the room.

"What?!" I heard myself shout as I bolted straight out of bed and right on my feet. With that one word, my mellow and dreamy state was shattered as a boulder of fear and panic came crashing through my mind. Did he say Mom?! I stumbled after Ray blubbering nonsense until we reached the kitchen, where he raised his hand to silence me, and motioned for me to return to the room. I stood there panting and dumbfounded, and attempted to voice an objection, but failed. I scurried back to the room and paced back and forth while biting my lower lip and twiddling my thumbs. What will they think of me? What will they say? Will they approve? What will they do if they don't like me? All these questions flashed through my mind as I plodded around the room thinking of the worst case scenarios that could happen at our first encounter. I could imagine it all. Their scrupulous examination of every detail of my appearance, their looks of disgust and disapproval, and the things they would say once they had privacy. My mind was thrown into chaos as I desperately tried to assess the situation. Ok, first of all, I needed to calm down! I abruptly stopped and took deep breaths as I tried to calm my pounding heart. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears, the lump that formed in my throat, and what felt like a hunk of metal that took place of my stomach. I plonked down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering what will happen. I was truly afraid of meeting his parents, seeing that I wasn't someone from a big shot family; instead I was an abused emo kid with an alcoholic father and a dead mother. I immediately winced and gritted my teeth as I thought of my mother. Such painful memories did not help with my mood at that moment, then again, thinking of her death and the reason why she died never help at all. I blinked away tears as I turned on my side and stared at the ticking clock with grim anxiety. The minutes were ticking by, teasing me, and mocking me. Just how much time has passed? It seemed like an eternity, but it could have been five minutes for all I know. The last thing I wanted was for Ray's parents to disapprove of our relationship, I didn't even know about their standing with gay people! Ray never talked much about his parents, and when he did, it was just simple and basic tid bits of information that did not tell me much about their personality. Rich, successful, but barely ever at home, that was all that I knew of them. Pictures were scarce, and I presumed that the reason for that was the result of their absence at home and in Ray's life as well. I sat at the edge of the bed as I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a groan of frustration. This was killing me! I glanced over at the clock and praised my luck. The sauce would have been done simmering already. I did a silent cheer and pumped a fist in the air as I quickly leapt off the bed, hoping to catch a sliver of their conversation. I silently stepped down the stairs as I listened for Ray's voice, but I heard nothing but the clinked of glass. I didn't know what to feel at that moment, fear, and relief? I felt fear because whatever they were talking about, would be unknown to me if it was something bad, but relief because then I wouldn't have been there to hear it. I made my way downstairs and padded to the kitchen, and arrived in time to see Ray down something from a short glass cup.

"Ray?" I said softly as I walked slowly into the kitchen. His head quickly snapped into my direction as he jumped.

"Oh, sorry to startle you," I said timidly. Quickly, Ray washed out the glass and his mouth as he rushed over and pulled me into a tight hug. I felt myself gasp as I could feel that he was upset about something. Were they talking about me? Did they disapprove?

"What's wrong Ray?" I whispered as my bottom lip quivered. What if I was no longer welcomed here? What if they did not approve of our love?

"They're not coming home for thanks giving..." He said grimly as he gave me a squeeze. I breathed out a silent sigh of relief when I heard that, but now, Ray was upset.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"They're not coming home in time..." he repeated glumly.

"What? Why?" I asked feeling a bit surprised myself. I mean, I wasn't all hyped up about them coming home now, but I would think that maybe I would be ready to meet them by the time thanks giving rolled around. Besides, I would have thought that they would at least return home to spend thanks giving with their son!