Growing Up With Gay Parents

Ch. 9

 "I'm dying!" I whined, blowing my nose for the hundredth time this morning.

"No you're not." Luke scoffed. "You have a cold. You're going to live."

"I feel like I'm dying." I said, pouting. He fake pouted back at me.

"You poor baby." He said with fake sympathy. "Do you want me to rub your feet and play with your hair?"

"Yes dad, that would be nice." I said. He rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at me before he walked away, making me huff. "Ugh! I can't breathe out of my nose!"

"Ya, you sound really nasally." Michael said as he walked in. He put his hand on my forehead and sighed. "Luke, he has a fever he shouldn't go to school."

"I didn't really expect him to go to school anyways. He skips all the time."

"What? I do not." I said.

"We were just like you when we were your age babe." Michael said. I rolled my eyes and pulled the blanket up to my chin. "Do you want us to stay home or..."

"No. I'll just make Josh be my bitch for the day." I said, pulling my phone out, sending him a text saying that I was sick and needed him to come take care of me.

"He's your bitch everyday." Luke said, not looking up from the stack of mail he was going through. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders.

Josh: Half Baked and potato soup?

Me: Half Baked and potato soup

Josh: Ok, I'll be there in like, 10 minutes
***

Josh walked in the front almost exactly ten minutes later and took his shoes off, bringing over my Ben & Jerry's and potato soup.

"Oh my god I love you." I said as I sat up and opened the ice cream. He kissed my head before walking into the kitchen and coming back with a spoon. Luke followed him out and gave me a blank look. "What?"

"He treats you like a queen." He said. "Michael! Come on! We're going to be late!"

"I'm sorry that perfection takes time!" Michael yelled back, making me snort and then whine because it hurt my head. Luke looked over at me.

"Do you have a headache too?" He asked. I nodded and he walked into the kitchen, coming back with Excedrin and giving me one. "Here."

"Thank you." Michael came downstairs then and looked at me weird. "Why do you both act the way you do? Yes. He brought me food. Get over it."

"Well yes ma'am." Michael said, throwing his hands up in surrender and walking out the door. Luke smiled at me before following Michael.

"Love you!" They both yelled at me.

"Fucking embarrassing pricks." I mumbled.

"We heard that!" They yelled back. I threw my hands up in the air as Josh laughed at me.
***

"Is that your dad's old guitar? I've always wondered." Josh asked me. I looked up at him.

"Uh, which dad and which guitar?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and pointed over to the corner where Luke's white guitar was. "Uh, ya, that's Luke's baby. Don't ever touch it. The only person ever allowed to touch it besides him is Michael. Apparently I break things too easily so I'm not allowed too."

"You do. Break things easily I mean." He said, smiling down at me. I rolled my eyes and he started to lean down but I stopped him.

"I'm sick dumbass." I said.

"I don't care. I'll probably get it anyways." He said before attaching his lips to mine.

"Hey kids!" Michael yelled. Josh groaned and pulled away from me, laying his head back on the pillow. I snickered and looked over at them walking in the door. "How was being sick.

"I ate a whole tub of ice cream." I said.

"Ah yes. The same appetite as your father." Michael said, giving Luke's butt a slap before walking away. Luke gave him a weird look before rolling his eyes.