BoyxBoy One-shots

Comming out

"Why are you so scared?"

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm about to tell my parents I'm gay. My really religious parents."

Ally rolls her eyes and spins around in her desk chair. For someone who knows me like the back of her hand, she really isn't understanding the situation. My parents are extremely religious. They go to church every week, they say their prayers before bed, we have bible hour twice a week, we never miss saying grace, and they are the biggest supporters of our church. I highly doubt they are going to be perfectly fine with their son being gay. Heck, they almost disowned my older brother because he kissed the girl he was courting. Ally just doesn't get it.

"If they truly love you they won't care," she says, as if me being their son changes their religious views.

"You just don't understand. My parents are not like yours. They don't like anything that the bible doesn't like. They don't like rap music or piercings or coloured hair. They think sex is only to make kids, they will never get divorced even if they hate each other. They are so different."

"Well, you know if they kick you out, you can always come live with me. My mom loves you. She would let you stay with us," Ally says, coming over and hugging me.

I'm so lucky to have her as a best friend. In fact, she is more than just a best friend. Ally is like a sister to me. We have had that bond since we first met. Ally's aunt had come to watch her while her parents went out of town. Since her aunt is religious she brought Ally to my church one Sunday. Ever since that day we have been inseparable. People see us as two opposites but it is quite the opposite. We both like the same kind of music, books, TV shows, and even guys. The only reason we seem so different is because I can't show who I really am.

"So you're going to tell them at dinner tonight?"

"Yes. I want to tell everyone at the same time," I tell her, grabbing my backpack.

"Do you think Macy, Mathew and Mary will hate you too?"

"I hope not..."

Ally leads me downstairs and to the front door. She gives me a big hug and a reassuring smile. I slip on my shoes and say goodbye, before going to my car. I look at the time and see I have an hour before dinner. I drive home as slowly as possible, trying to prepare myself.

Once I'm home, I run upstairs to try and avoid everyone. I need some time. I look around my room and sigh. This may be the last time I'm in this room. Deciding to prepare for the worst, I grab a suitcase from the closet and pack what I thinks important. I grab some clothes, my tooth brush and things like that and put them in. Not sure what else I should take, I take another look around my room. It's spotless. My bed is neatly made, there isn't a single thing on the floor. I look at my shelf and sigh. In the middle of it is a cross and on each side are little figurines. All of them being religious. Anything and everything I have been given from conformations and first communion is on the shelf. I turn away and reach for the box under my bed.

It's an old shoe box containing the few things that show the real me. I take out the few pictures on the top. The first one is of Ally and me. We went to a concert to see one of our favourite bands. I was wearing a band shirt and skinny jeans. Something I would never wear around my parents. The second is of my first boyfriend and me. We only dated for two month because he couldn't stand dating someone in the closet. It hurt then but I understand why he ended it. The last three photos are of Ally and Jason. Jason is Ally's brother. The three of us would always hang out together. We are the three musketeers. Well, we were. For some reason Jason stopped hanging around us. It started a few months ago. Neither of us know why. I put the photos in my bag and look at the other things in the box. I take out the necklace that Ally, Jason and I all have. It's a simple chain with a guitar pick on it. We saw them at a store and got matching ones as friendship necklaces. Kind of lame, but we don't care. The last two things in the box is a t-shirt and an envelope. I look at the shirt and smile. It's the shirt I wore to the concert. It was actually Jason's but he gave it to me. I fold it up and put it in the suitcase. Picking up the envelope, I shove it in my bag, knowing that there is still a few thousand dollars in it. I saved it for this very reason.