Young Love Is Alright

Locked in a Closet

"Do your parents even know your gay?" Taz had said that to me and the thought was stuck in my head. I had decided to do something about my answers I said to him.
"No." Was my answer if you were wondering about it.
When I got home I tried to settle down and act naturally to neutralise the fact that I was looking around anxiously for the whole car journey and sweating like a pig. I asked for some tea to kill my constant urge to grind up dead leaves and try and make tea bags from scratch at school (you see I love tea like I love Taz!) and put the TV on. I was wondering how I would 'lay it down', I thought that before I would actually tell them I would ask them what there views we're about gays.
"Why?" Asked my mother, with a concerned look on.
"Oh it's for a school topic on same sex marriage. I need to know what you think." I tried to cover it up.
"I think it's fine, if the person or people are truly in love then that should be it. Love is love." My mother answered my question.
okay here it goes, I'm going to ask them if they would care if I was gay. But how am I going to make it sound like I'm not directing it to me? I know! I say if Lulu was a lesbian. I had a brilliant plan, time to execute.
"If Lulu was a lesbian, would you mind at all if that where to happen?" I sounded very level headed and calm when I said that.
"Well," mum started. "I would be a little disappointed, it would mean that our family wouldn't be able to progress any further. I would be sad but I wouldn't hate her." Oh, this makes life a bit harder than it already was.