Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 33

Lunch on Thursday is awkward, to say the very least. At first, no one really talks besides a few mumbles between Spencer and Jon.

About ten minutes in, I say something to Ryan, only to remember I'm mad at him, so I turn back to face Spencer Jon, and ask how they're day went. But that doesn't really go past their reply of, "Okay. Yours?" to my reply of, "Okay." Then, that's that.

Twenty minutes in, I decide fuck it, and talk to Ryan, because like I said, it's pretty much impossible to be mad at the kid, and okay, I'm bored. But he's not really too talkative either, but he does send me an appreciative, relieved look and squeezes my hand, a thank you for finally talking to him again.

Then, the rest of the lunch continues in complete silence.

- - -

My sister calls that night, deciding to spring the news on us, only now, that she's flying in on Sunday morning with her new 'love of her life' (she's had more than one, trust me) to stay for one whole week.

I am not too thrilled about this.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sister, I really do. But sometimes... well, sometimes she's a bit too much to take, and I just really, really am not in the mood for her with everything that's been going on lately.

She's studying religion at school (Mormon, at that), so it goes without saying that she can be a little on the close-minded side at times, especially when it comes to things like, I don't know, my sexuality. However, once again, I have to say, it's nowhere near as bad as Ryan's father.

She loves me, and accepts my decisions and all, but she just doesn't exactly agree with them, and she seems to just love to share this with me at least twenty times throughout the span of every visit, giving me examples of former gay men that turned straight (complete with pictures, and biographies, and everything).

Another thing about my sister is that she can be a bit obnoxious... and loud, really loud.

And a little, well, mean - but it's not like she means to or anything, she's just one of those people who speak their mind and say what they feel even if no one asked and it's not the nicest thing ever.

But, I love her. Honestly, I do.

Anyways, the worst thing of this whole ordeal isn't even my sister (because trust me, she might be annoying, but after seventeen years, I've learned how to handle her), but it mostly has to do with the fact that every single member of the Urie family will be at my house bright and early Sunday morning to welcome my precious, ol' sister home, and well, to meet her future husband #42. And, well, you see, this will also be the first time for any of my relatives (besides my parents, of course) to meet Ryan, and it wouldn't even be that bad except for the fact that he'll be the first boyfriend any of them will ever meet. This will be the first time my religious family will be forced to realize that yeah, I'm actually into guys, and that it isn't just some phase.

And, well, okay, it's not like I don't think Ryan will be able to handle it or anything like that (I mean, goodness, if he can handle his dad, he can handle anyone), it's just I really don't think he needs my families crap (and neither do I, thanks) on top of everything either, from the am I positive or not positive? ordeal, to not talking to his own father, to losing all his friends and practically getting shunned from his church.

Then again, Ryan is charming, and he is pretty fricken' religious like 95% of my family (besides the fact that he likes penis), cause, I mean, like sure he might not be going to church right now, but he still prays every night, and reads his bible, and makes sure we say grace before every meal, and gets all mad at me or gives me 'the look' pretty much every time I saw the Lords name in vein.