Six minutes shit

Is Now A Bad Time To Be Bisexual?

Cyrus Anders

Cyrus stared down at his feet. His shoes were nice. They were black Doc Martens with brown thread around the sole. Well, the thread had been yellow when he first bought them, but one too many experiments in the mud and that fact had changed. The laces were a dark gray that he had replaced many, many times. The outside was scuffed and a bit dirty but unmarred by color. Whereas the inside lip of the shoes was covered in small drawings and the signatures of his, admittedly limited, group of friends and family.

He peeked his head up at the sound of moving blades somewhere above the camping tent he was in. “Did that helicopter sound close?” He muttered to himself, not really asking the other people in the tent.

“Cyrus, you said you wanted to talk?” His father said, followed up by his mother. “We’ve been sitting in this tent, for I don’t know how long waiting for you to get to the point.” Their pointed eyes stared at him.

He hunched his shoulders in on himself and squeezed his knees closer to his chest as he gave them a fear filled smile, completely unsure how to approach the subject he had brought them in there to discuss. He swallowed a bout of spit from his mouth, hoping that his fear and anxiety followed it down and wrung his fingers out until they felt as though they were going to break under his force.

“I’m sorry, mom. It’s just a…touchy…subject, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way…” He said quietly, hating how his voice shook under the weight of his words.

“You said it had to do with some kids at school. Let’s start there.” His mom said, a pleasant smile on her face encouraging him to speak. He supposed there was a reason she worked with kids after all.

“Are you being bullied again?” His father asked, followed by a gentle kick from his mother at his lack of sense and care in his quick question. Cyrus could almost smile and laugh at his parents' usual antics, but he felt too sick to his stomach to do that right then.

His dad looked at his mom through the corner of his eyes before turning back to him with a stern look on his face. The type of look that demanded answers. Cyrus imagined that that was the face he made whenever he was interrogating people on base. Did he interrogate people? Cyrus wasn’t sure; he wasn’t sure about much that had to do with his dad’s military job. Not many details were allowed to be shared, even amongst family.

He felt his mother’s hand touch his left knee softly, grounding him back in the tent and away from his nervous thoughts before they dragged him away to outer space. He swallowed again, his fear settling in his stomach and biting his insides as if it was going to eat him from the inside out. He grasped his sweaty palms together and felt his breathing become a bit heavier whilst his heart beat against his chest like a drum.

“You guys love me…right?” He asked, his eyes flickering between his two parents as they looked at each other for a moment filled with shock and disbelief before turning back to him.

“Of course we love you.” His father said, sounding almost offended that Cyrus had even asked that question. His mother chimed in, “Why do you feel like you even have to ask that, Cyrus?” Her tone of voice was serious as she looked at him, poorly masking her concern behind her face.

His shoulders began to shake as he spoke his next words, “I…I just had to make sure…” He licked his lips as he felt a burning hot tear slide down his cheek, leaving a trail of wet fire on his face as it slipped down and past his chin. He hated the sound of his own sniffle almost as much as he hated the look on his parents’ faces as they waited for him to say something else. Anything else.

“I’m…” How was he supposed to say this without just saying it? “I’m bi…” His voice trailed off to whisper at the end of his statement and the shuffling of his feet masked his words in a way that made him so happy they hadn’t heard them, but so mad that he would have to repeat them.

His mother looked at him with confusion present in her eyes, sitting right next to her concern in her mind. “What was that? What did you say, Cyrus?”

He tried to control his shaking before he spoke again, though his words still wobbled like a beaten old table. “I’m bisexual, mom…”

His eyes raced quickly between his mom and dad, waiting for a response to escape their shocked faces. He just wanted them to say something, anything, but they simply sat there and stared at him for what genuinely felt like an eternity of time.

That was until his mother surged forward and hugged him tightly, squeezing out whatever oxygen that hadn’t already been squeezed out of his body by his panic. He brought up his arms after a second of disbelief and returned the embrace as more tears began to flood his face and neck.

She leaned back and held his cheeks in her hands, and he felt all the love that she held for him leak out from her eyes as she looked at him. “We love you so much, Cyrus…and who you love is not going to change that.”

His dad leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, “She’s right, son. We love you…”

A silence fell over the three of them, somewhere between comfortable and awkward. How was he supposed to feel after coming out to his parents? Still, reassured was the best word to describe it. They all felt reassured.

“So…” His dad started after a few minutes. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

(1007 words for a 1000 word goal.

Bassically just the tent scene when Cyrus had to distract their parents at the beginning of seasoon 1, but instead of talking about Holiday, he comes out as bi.

Also, I formatted this on my phone, so if you see any errors, then you can point them out, and I'll fix them later. 😊.

I wrote this so long ago and just forgot to post it. I'm also working on a version of this in first person now because my first person writing actually sucks ass. So, I gotta work on that, lol.

Hope you enjoyed! Bye!)