Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Chapter 21

"Matthew? You seem distracted. Are you okay?"

"Oh... yeah mom. I'm fine. What were we talking about?"

This has been happening a lot lately. I'll just zone out, and oh no, it's not simple daydreams where I'm off in la-la land or something.

I zone off thinking about Gilbert.

Gilbert, and how happy he makes me. The warm feeling I get when he's around. How this morning I woke up from an odd dream of kissing him.

And maybe doing a little more.

"Matthew? Are you going to pay attention, or would you simply like to leave?"

Jerking slightly, I blink up at my mom, sighing at the irritation.

"I'm sorry." I grumble, not enthused by her attitude, "Can I just play Xbox with Alfred? I'm not ready to search for colleges yet, that's more of a school-in-session thing." Shrugging and smiling awkwardly, I look up at her.

"Fine. When's Gilbert coming to pick you up?"

"At five I'm sure." My lips purse as she huffs and turns to the stove.

"I just have one question. You and Gilbert are friends, correct?"

My eyebrows furrow and I stare for a moment. "I wouldn't bring my enemies into my home mom?"

Watching her tense and shake her head, she hissed "That is all you are, correct?"

Pausing in shock, I felt my throat go dry, it was like she punched me. After a moment of weakly floundering in shock, I simply nodded my head.

'Witch.'

My mother simply huffed in unconvinced approval at the answer and turned back to cooking tacos.
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"Alfred? What is your opinion on love?"

Watching as Alfred looked up from devouring a bag of Doritos, he assessed my expression.

"I dunno, I guess if you love someone, you love them. Why?"

Chewing my lip I avoided eye contact, as if that would stop him from coming to the slow conclusion.

"Yeah, but what about homosexuality? What about that love?" Glancing up, I was less then surprised to see the slight disgust on his face.

"I dunno. Mom seems to think it's disgusting, then again she lives by the bible. I go to church too once and a while and they seem to bash it." Sighing he shook his head. "I haven't really formed an opinion of my own."

Sitting up straighter, I felt like I was trying to fight for my life in a courtroom. It felt tense, uncomfortable. My clothes seemed stiff and awkward on my body, as my palms sweat.

"You said 'If you love someone you love them' right? So does love have gender?"

He stared shock as he thought about it, before looking back to me. "I guess not, but Mattie, what is this about?"

Quickly avoiding eye contact I could feeling him staring at me, searching through me like an x-ray.

All of a sudden, I swore I could hear the click in his mind.

"You're gay."

Glancing up, he didn't seem angry. Infact, he didn't seem happy either.

"How long have you been gay? Tell me Williams! I'm upset you've hid this from me!"

"Alfred, shut up! If mom hears I'm dead!" I hissed and watched him shrug and stare.

Sighing I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't know. I mean, a long time. Families to me were mom and dad... but I think I always knew I was a little different from everyone else. I couldn't see why girls had cooties, and I never had any crushes on them. My eyes always found the male gender more attractive."