w a l k i n g h o m e > m g c

2,, michael

Everyday I walk home, some type of music plays loudly through my ear buds, drowning out every single noise around me, blocking out the hustle of street sounds and the bustle of school getting out. Music fades the kids hurrying, all having different reasons to get home, mine being that school is hell. But not today, oh no, I just had to leave my headphones at home.

I could've called one of my dads, begging them to bring the pair of white Samsung headphones that are on my desk in my room, but I didn't. I couldn't bug them like that. They'd probably get mad.

So, I had to walk home with no headphones, which resulted in me being thoroughly embarrassed by the jocks in the bus.

Freak
Freak
FREAKS

-

"Dad! Dad! I'm home!" I yell once I step inside the front door. I try to collect my breaths from just running all the way home, but it takes a few seconds.

"Mikey!!" My little sister, April, yells at the top of her lungs, her pacifier constricting her words, as she waddles towards me, wrapping her arms around my knees. I drop my backpack to the floor beside the front door, dismissing any homework that I was supposed to do today.

"Hi, April." I say, and slide my hands under her armpits, picking her up and holding her against my waist with one arm. "How are you today?"

She simply nods, and lays her little head on my shoulder. My stomach grumbles a little bit from my lack of lunch, and April let's out a fit of baby giggles. Who doesn't smile when a toddler laughs?

In the kitchen, both of my dads are sitting at the table, having a cup of tea together.

When I was a baby, not much older than April, I was adopted by a gay couple, the gay couple being my dads. I grew up different than most kids, having two fathers while everyone else has a mother.

"How was your day at school today, Mike?" Bryce, my dad with bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes like the sky, asks. April squirms in my arms, reaching out for Jeff, my other dad, who's bald and has brown eyes. I let her go into his arms and start to make the lunch that I skipped.

"How do you think it went?" I ask, not meaning for my tone to be harsh like it sounded. "I'm sorry... I just- I can't wait until I graduate next semester."

"We're sorry, Michael. If there was anything we could do for you to make your life easier, we would." My dad with blonde hair says, and I nod, holding back any tears that threaten to spill.

I'm very sensitive and easily bruised and I absolutely fucking hate it. Guys aren't supposed to cry from just a few words. That's not manly.

"There's nothing you can do." I mutter, and sit at the table, a sandwich now on a paper plate. April scoots from Dad's lap to mine and I wrap my arms around her so that I eat over her little body.

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'm just... I'm just going to go take a nap." I sigh, and scoop April back into my Dad's lap.

I run upstairs, to lock myself away and pretend that I'm asleep when in reality I'm just thinking about everything and nothing all at the same time, putting my emotions into drawings on a piece of paper.