Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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Mom picked me up from the airport and honestly I could've cried.
"Eric!" She shouted gleefully, while flailing her arms around as if I couldn't see her through the sea of people. She was a petite women so she probably really thought she was doing something, but there could've been two million people here and I still would've found my mom.
She was practically my twin. Minus the muscles and facial hair and shit.
I scooped her up in my arms, rocking side to side. I don't see how I went nine months without being able to hug her, I would never do that again.
"I missed so much, baby." She squealed once back on the ground, "Let me tell you those phone calls or not enough and oh my God, you've gotten so big. What the heck are they feeding you!?" She started touching my face all over.
I rolled my eyes, "Nothing good, really. I miss your cooking, I be starving at school."
The food in the cafe always had like a grey tint to it. Thank god for Coach Davies taking us to eat sometimes because then I'd be eating good as hell. Also, I wasn't that good at buying my own groceries, who would've thought?
Mom patted my shoulders, "Don't worry, it's food back at home all ready to eat."
She asked me if I had to go get my suitcase, but I didn't any, I only had my carry on. I was lucky compared to everybody else because I was able to leave all my shit back at that house since I'd still be living there in the fall.
The walk to the car was light, but as soon as she had me behind locked doors the conversation quickly grew serious.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked. I was dreading this part of our reunion.
"About what?" I played dumb. I scrolled on Facebook like I really cared about anything on there until she knocked it out of my hand, "Mom!"
She glared at the side of my head, "You know what, Eric, don't play with me." Damn.
I crossed my arms over my chest, "I think I've done enough talking about it," I mumbled. And thinking about it, "You didn't tell Dad, right?"
"Of course not." She said, shaking her head. Relief instantly filled me, "I wouldn't take that away from you."
"Good," I sighed. Things like this never came up ever. I can't think of a time the word gay was even said in our home, so I don't even know how the man would react and I didn't wanna find out anytime soon.
