The Good Side of Me

Chapter Two

Three Months Later

It's early May and we've been together for three months already. Time has flown by, and I can truthfully say, I have never been so happy before. Anthony excites me, he makes life fun. It's a feeling I've never experienced before. We're laying in bed and he's asleep on my chest. I can't help but stare at him and wonder how I ever managed to get so lucky. He opens his eyes and grins at the sight of me staring.

"Good morning baby," he says, still half asleep.

"Good morning," I reply as I lean down and place a kiss on his forehead.

Lately Anthony has been talking about wanting to come out to his parents. The thought absolutely terrifies me. That would make things so real. I know his sister, Alison, knows about us, we've talked a few times over FaceTime. She loves me already. Parents though, there's something about that that just feels so, permanent. You can't take that back. Alison assures me that their parents are loving and will be thrilled for him, for us. Does this mean I have to tell my parents? I'm just not ready.

"Earth to Blake," Anthony says, laughing. Quickly snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah? Sorry," I say.

"Don't be, I was just saying that I booked a flight to go see my parents. I'll be gone for a week," he tells me.

"A whole week? What am I supposed to do for a whole week without you?" I whine.

"Oh, I don't know, you could get a job," he teases me, repositioning our bodies so I'm trapped underneath him. I roll my eyes and he places a kiss to my forehead. Anthony can't understand how I don't work, he thinks it must be boring. However, I think working must be boring, we'll agree to disagree on the subject. "You know, you could come with me, if you wanted to," Anthony says shyly.

"Oh, uh, I mean I would, but maybe it's better that you do this alone. I can meet them next time, okay?" I say, hoping that sounded convincing and he didn't somehow hear the voice in my head screaming at me to run far away and never look back. Telling me that I can kiss the lifestyle I'm used to goodbye if the day comes where I must tell my parents.

I've been fortunate my whole life. I live in a twenty-million-dollar penthouse in Los Angeles, have never worked a day in my life, and have never been left wanting for anything. Would I give that all away for Anthony? I find myself pondering silently.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll miss you though," He smiles and leans in and kisses my lips this time. I seriously can't get enough of him.

Anthony had to work for a few hours, so I decided to go pick us up some lunch. My phone starts ringing, and I groan when I see it's my father.

"What?" I say, not even giving him a chance to say hello.

"Is that any way to talk to me son? Fix your attitude," he barks.

"Sorry," I mumble into the phone, hoping he can't hear me. "Do you need something?" I ask.

"Yes, I need you to come home for the weekend. It's your mother's birthday and you know she'll want you there. I'll send Mike. He will be there to get you at noon on Friday," He demands.

"What if I'm busy?" He's annoying me now; I hate how demanding he is.

"Then clear your schedule. He will be waiting for you at noon, if you don't show up you can pay for the jet fuel," he says.

"Okay fine, I'll be there." I agree reluctantly. It's not that I don't want to see my mother, I love her. It's him I don't want to see.

"Good. I'll send a car," He hangs up without giving me a chance to respond.