The Lie.

Kicked Out

                          Alex's POV

    "You have a girlfriend?!" Jessica exclaimed.

"I'm telling dad!" She smirked and ran into the living room.

Well shit. This wasn't gonna end well. My dad is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, so basically he's just a terrible human being.

"Alex!" The deep, male voice of my father called.

I walked shamefully into the living room. The old floor boards creaking under my converse.

"I did NOT raise a lesbian!" He yells.

His yellow, tobacco stained teeth, fat, chapped lips spit in my face.

At this point, anything could happen. So I took risks.

"Well of course you didn't raise a lesbian. You care about Jessica too much to notice how I grew up."

His shocked, and pissed expression gave me satisfaction.

"And besides, what's wrong if I am? I don't need my life to meet your standards-"

He cut me off. "Alex! You have five hours to get all of your gay things out of my house!"

So my plan sort of backfired, alright. I gotta stay calm and just find somewhere to go.

I didn't answer him. I didn't know how to answer him, I didn't want to. I can't go, I don't know where to go. But wait, yes I do. My girlfriend lives right next door. Why didn't I think of that sooner?

I marched up the stairs with a pair of scissors and tape. This was going to be wonderful. I absolutely love putting things in boxes then having to carry them down the stairs!

I started with my clothes. I pulled open the second knob of the brown dresser out forcefully. The drawer crashed on the floor and I picked all of my underwear out of there and set them in the duffel bag I had. I repeated the process with the next 4 drawers of clothes.

I carefully tore all my posters and drawings off of the walls and placed them into a small box. Once that was filled with things like comics and posters, I taped it up. I folded my black bed sheets and grey blanket into a bigger box.

30 minutes later, the room was just furniture. Not one touch of anything that makes the room unique. I hauled my boxes down the stairs and out to next door. I rang the doorbell.

Fuck. What if I can't stay here?
What if she finds my bras?
This is going to backfire terribly, isn't it?

The white, screen door opened to a blue haired girl with a blue tank top on.

"Alex!" She looked happy and confused.

"Why do you have all of those boxes?"

"Well uh... Actually I was wondering if I could sort of move in here..? My uh. My dad kicked me out.."

"What?!" Alice looked pissed. "Why?!"

"Well, he sort of found out I was bisexual so he told me to get my gay things out."

It wasn't exactly a lie, either.

My converse clicked together every time I nervously shook my leg.

"Of course you can stay here. My rooms up here." She picked up a box and went up to her dark blue painted room.

It didn't look half bad. Dark blue walls, a string of white Christmas lights hung around the room, a bed with a white and black polka dotted blanket on top. The carpet was white and her dresser was light brown and many band stickers were stuck on it.

She sat down on the bed. "We can unpack later."

I sat next to her and she laid in my lap.

"What about your mother?" I question.

"She'll be gone for a few weeks. It doesn't matter."

"Wonderful." I run my hands through her silky feeling faded blue hair.

She sits up and I wrap my arms around her frail waist.

"What's wrong?" I mumble in her ear.

"Nothing, I just had a weird thought." She smiled and we laid down on her bed. The bed was a lot better than mine. My bed felt like a lumpy pile of potato chip bags with a blanket over them.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked me.

I love how her beautiful brown eyes sparkle when she talks to me. And how perfect her dimples look when she smiles at me. And how soft and pink her lips are. She's just perfect. And she's all mine. All mine.

I decided that there's nothing to worry about yet. Just to lay here with my girlfriend and sleep for now. I like sleeping.