*Brock's POV*
I looked at roman and he looked right back at me. He smiled lightly and I chuckled.
"You okay now?" I asked and he nodded. He sat up and pushed his hair back. I sat down next to him and rubbed his leg. He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed loudly.
"I just wish my cousin accepts the way I am." He said and I nodded weakly. I don't know exactly how he feels but I know that I truly feel sorry for him.
"If he doesn't accept who you are then he's a jerk and you don't deserve to be a family member of his. You can't help who you are." I smiled and he chuckled slightly. I prefer you being cheerful Roman.
"Thank you...y you have managed to cheer me up again. Honestly thank you." He smiled and looked at his phone before groaning loudly. As he stood up to go and leave, I grabbed his arm.
"May I ask where you're going?" I asked weakly, not wanting him to go. He sighed and looked down at me.
"I have to go to a family meal. I'll give you my phone number so we can talk later." He smiled. I took my phone out and we traded numbers before he disappeared out the door. I hope his family don't lash out at him. I love you so much Roman, I care about you.
*Roman's POV*
As I walked out towards my car, I heard dean laughing and pointing a Seth who was coated in red paint.
"This ain't funny asshole!" Seth yelled and I couldn't help but snort.
"Oh it is...Seth." I smirked and he tensed up. I patted dean lightly on the shoulder before getting into my car. My hands a still shaking. Why am I so scared? Oh yeah that's right.
He will be there
After a long drive down to where my uncle lives, I stood outside by my car for a few minutes hoping that I would calm down but there was no luck. The more I waited, the worse I got. But if I tried to go towards the door I would panic even more than before. I could just go home but they would have yet another reason to hate me. I sighed lowly and heard the front door open. Please don't come towards and please don't be Dwayne...
"Hey lil cousin." God damn it. I looked up to see Dwayne smiling and I struggled to return that smile. Now he must hate me. I can't fake anything.
"I'm a failure." I said, instantly noticing I didn't say that in my head. He pulled me into one of his hugs and rubbed my back slowly.
"Listen up. Your not a failure, your not a freak and I don't hate you. We don't hate you. I'm so sorry for the way I acted. I I don't know what came over me. I was in a bad mood all day and I just lost it when I saw you with him. Could you possibly ever forgive me?" He said, sounding like he was about to cry. I hugged him back and chuckled.
"I forgive you. Moron."
