Birds tweeting and sunlight shining on my skin. That's what I wish for. Maybe a place like Florida. No. I get the rainiest part of Washington. And may I add the coldest. I knew I had to face the day at some point so I slowly brought myself up and got out of bed. I looked into my tall standing mirror to see my hair a complete mess, bags under my eyes, and my pants barely hanging onto my hips.
What to wear? I went over to my drawers to pick out some underwear, jeans, and long sleeved, gray shirt. After I put on my clothes, I went to the bathroom to freshen up so I didn't smell like natural boy odor.
I came back out to the hallway and as I trudged down the hall, the smell of eggs and a little bit of alcohol entered my nose.
"Wow dad. Must be having a bad morning if you have to spike your coffee," I said coming through the doorway. He only grunted as a response.
"Morning sweety," my mother cooed, planting a kiss on my head. I grabbed a plate full of eggs and toast popped out from the toaster.
"So son, have you gotten over your phase?" My father questioned while I stuffed my breakfast into my mouth. A silent groan escaped from me.
"Harold!" My mother screeched at him.
"No, dad. I didn't." When he says my phase, he means me being gay. Of course there were those who were quite surprised about it but they accepted me as is. My father on the other hand... That's a different story.
I sent dad a death glare while I rinsed my dishes off. My mother bugged me to hurry and get ready to leave. As soon as I finished, mom and I left; she gave dad a kiss on the cheek. My father and I only exchanged glances.
When we got in the car, it was silent for a while until mom spoke.
"You know your father. He'll come around some time soon." I gave a sarcastic laugh.
"You've been reading way to many cliché 'gay son with an unsupportive father' stories. You sound just like the mom." She only sighed and dropped the subject. I rested my forehead on the window, making me flinch from the cold before enjoying it. I only sounded bitter because it's been like this for two years. I'm seventeen now. Almost an adult. And my father still hasn't "came around" or "accepted me" yet. He tolerates me. That's about it. No more watching baseball together, no more random drives to McDonald's at midnight for French fries and other greasy foods. No more anything.
The large school came into view and I sat up strait. I gave my mother a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to the cafeteria to meet up with the goofy crew I called my friends.
They sat in the same spot as always, in the back. Emmy, Tyler, and Bree.
"Jason! Thank God you're here! They won't stop talking about girl stuff! Especially how hot their boys bands are! Help!" I began to laugh non stop. I came up behind Emmy and put on my best girly voice.
"Emmy! Did you like totally see how hot Joe Jonas has gotten? Like O-M-G gurl! Total upgrade since Camp Rock!"
"Oh no! Not you too!" Tyler shrieked. He hid his face with his hands and began to curse God for giving him such friends. Emmy, Bree, and I bursted into laughter disrupting most of the people around us. For the rest of the day, we all basically took turns having classes with one another.
After school let out, my mother picked me up like she always did. But this time she said dad was excited to speak to me at dinner.
"Oh boy.. Probably found a way for me to be a pussycat licker 'cause, ya know, he's done it before," I retorted quite bitterly.
"First, never say 'pussycat licker' again. That's just weird. Second, it may not be that."
"Did he tell you why he wanted to talk to me?" She only shook her head. "Great..."
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"Jason. I found a great doctor to help you with your phase. His name is Dr. Smiley." My father looked back and forth between mom and I a few times, waiting for an answer.
"Harold. I swear to the sweet baby Jesus up above in heaven... If you do not leave this boy alone I will take him, our belongings, and leave you." My father's face went from excitement to confused.
"But Mary, don't you want to have grandchildren?"
"There's a thing in this world now. It's called adoption. It saves a lot of homeless kids, ya know?" I spat at him.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me." My father stood up from his chair like he was trying to claim dominance of the conversation. I stood up as well.
"Harold leave the boy alone. So what that he likes boys more. He's almost an adult. His sexuality isn't going to change who he is."
"Well I'm sorry if I don't want a cocksucker as a son!" My father's face became beet red as he yelled.
"And I don't want a stupid asshole for a husband!"
After my mother's comment, they left to their bedroom and slammed the door. They fought for what seemed like hours. But after some time my mother came down the hall and sat at the dinner table.
"Sweetheart. You know I support you in everything you do. You don't have to see-"
"Set up an appointment with him for tomorrow afternoon, after school." My eyes were placed on her folded hands, not wanting to make eye contact.
"Are you sure about this, love?" I nodded my head while holding back tears.
"After all... I'm almost an adult, right?" She gave me a sympathetic smile and tears lined her eyes. I gave her kiss on the forehead after telling her goodnight.
That night, I went to bed crying.
a/n: okay I know it different but my first bxb so don't hate me!
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