Unspoken Desires

Chapter One

"Ma. We are going to be late!" Alex, 25 yelled so his mom could hear him from her room, as he stood in his mom's entryway in her quaint 3 bedroom home.

It wasn't a large home. Alex and his mom liked it that way. It was cozy. Being she had Alex at 16, his mom understandably was so proud when she was able to buy a home. Alex hasn't seen it change since they moved in here when he was 10. His mom hasn't even turned his room into something else. She has made it into a guest room of sorts, but he always laughs seeing his band posters and his other Knick knacks he didn't take with him to his apartment still in the room.

"I'm coming. And don't yell Alexander. I am not old." His 41 year old mother, Sarah said.

"Ooof. Full first name! Sorry Mama."Alex winced before kissing his mother's cheek as she entered the entryway.

"You are forgiven." She said as she patted his head lovingly. Knowingly Messing up his hair.

"Ma! My haaaaair!" Alex whined.

She laughed at her son's reaction.Knowing her teasingly messing with his hair would get Alex riled up.

Alex wasn't vain, but his hair was perfect and it was his pride and joy. He loved to experiment with colors and styles. Right now he had it bleached blonde. His shaggy locks hung perfectly over his forehead. Alex leaned over and fixed his hair in the reflection of  the mirror hanging on the wall.

After he fixed his hair he looked at his Mom. Fully. She was wearing a sundress, her hair was half up and half down. He smiled at her and how dressed up she got.

"You look beautiful mama!"Alex gasped.

She smiled. "Thank you honey! Thanks for helping me pick out the dress a few weeks ago.

His mom relished in having a gay son maybe a bit too much. She always opened up about men,fashion, and anything else really. Alex usually plays along, but he doesn't have an interest in fashion or things she sometimes thinks he does. Her and Alex are close and have no secrets. Her being a young mom, they essentially grew up together.

"Of course Mom. We have to impress John from Accounting." Alex wiggled his eyebrows as he took his mom by the arm, escorting her out the door.

"Oh. He is so handsome. I hope we go on a second date." His mom gushed.

Alex opened the passenger seat of his mom's car. He would drive. She gently moved her long sundress into the car before Alex closed the door.

As Alex started driving he and his mom caught up on what they may have missed since they talked last. Alex just got home from a movie shoot. Growing up in LA, Alex took to the entertainment industry like a match to flame.

Alex is film producer. And he loves his job. It's hard work, but he couldn't imagine anything else. As a lower-ranking film producer, Alex often works closely with more experienced producers, learning the ropes of the industry while gaining practical experience in film production. Alex's contributions are vital to the success of the project. While his role is not always huge, it is crucial. This time around, his main tasks was all of the actors scheduling, and he was the liaison/handler for the main actor. So Alex spent a lot of time the last six months with a particular person. Alex's mom was always excited to hear stories of her movie producer son. Enjoying hearing all of the behind the scenes juicy details before the movie comes out.

As they arrived at the park on the beach where they are holding the summer picnic. There is bounce houses for the staff with kids, several games of horseshoes, cornhole, beach volleyball, people swimming in the water in their little reserved section. Alex always enjoyed the Summer picnics growing up. And as an adult he tends to mingle and sip on a beer while his mom drags him around.