The next few months went by in a blur. I was preparing to go to college for the first time, but I really didn't want to go back to school. I wanted to take a couple years off and find love. Maybe settle down and commit. But my church and parents had other intentions.
"We have to get you FAFSA paperwork finalized and you need to schedule your classes." My dad was talking again about college stuff. Again. For the tenth time in a row.
"Are you listening? This is important." My mom said passive aggressively. How I hate my parents.
"I heard the first time father." I said rolling my eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm only trying to help." He said sternly.
"I know." I snapped back. "I know, it's just I would like to eat breakfast and maybe talk about the farm. Or talk about how gorgeous it is outside." I was trying to steer the topic in a direction they would talk about for hours without noticing me trying to avoid this conversation.
"Yeah, it is a beautiful day outdoors." My mom said totally falling for it.
I ate my breakfast while my parents went on about how they are considering downsizing the farm while Shane and I go to college.
How I don't want to go to Christian College. I'm sure something is going to go wrong. I really just want to forget the whole topic honestly.
My parents were still talking, so I snuck into the kitchen. Washed my dishes and grabbed the home phone before walking quietly to my room. I punched in a few numbers and waited for the call tone to hit before sitting on my bed.
"Hello?"
"Hey!"
"Is this Sam?"
"Yes, Perrie."
I laid down.
"SAMMY!? How was your trip to Campit?" She asked curiously with excitement.
"It was alright. But I had the weirdest dream afterwards. Like almost lifelike."
"I saw on Facebook. Weird how you went to New York. I wish I had vivid dreams like that. I would never leave my bed." She snickered.
"Ahhhh Maroon 5 song." I laughed.
"Ohhhhh look at who's the cool guy now." She egged on.
Our conversation consisted of her talking about how her parents are being ridiculous and that brought me to talk about how mine won't stop talking about college. And how they are always repeating themselves.
"Do you even want to go to college?" Perrie asked with concern.
"Yes. No. I don't know anymore. I feel like I want to go because everyone else wants me to go."
"Like you have just been told the same thing til you believe it kind of thing."
"Yeah I guess... I just don't want to go. Like I know I have to go, but I just don't want to go. Especially to a Christian college. I have a feeling I won't fit in." Hinting towards my sexuality.
"If I was in your shoes I would be terrified. There's no gay crowd on campus and who knows if you will fit in... Not trying to bring down the mood... Gosh I should stop talking some times."
"No it's okay," I assured her "You're right though. Who knows if I will."
"Just know I'll always be here for you." She comforted me.
"I know you will. Remember BFFL." I said with a smile.
"Best Friends For Life." She giggled.
"Sam! Where's the phone?! I have to call your grandparents to make sure they aren't dead!!" My Mom yelled.
"I'm using it!" I yelled back.
"Do you have to go? I can let you go." Perrie said worriedly.
"SAM! YOUR GRANDMA WAS SUPPOSED TO CALL THIS MORNING. SHE COULD BE DEAD LYING IN A FIELD SOME WHERE!!!"
"Yeah.. I should. Sorry!" I said quickly.
"I have to do school work anyways. Text me."
"Okay!"
"SAM!!!"
"Love you and good luck." I said quicker than before.
"You need the luck love." Perrie said short and sweet.
"SAM!" My Mom barged into my room red in the face.
"I was just talking to Perrie." Handing her the phone.
"Don't talk to your friends without checking with me first. As far as I could know your grandma is dead in a field because she thought strawberries are in a field. She could be dead." My mom was saying this while dialing.
"Now I know. Now please leave." I said, not interested in hearing her talk about my Grandma that way.
"Why? Are you going to do something you're not supposed too."
"NO. I just like my privacy."
"Well, it seems like we give you too much. You're always in your room on your computer." She said while walking out.
"SHUT THE DOOR." I yelled.
Just saying. Pet peeve of mine. If you're done in my room. Shut. The DAMN. Door.
"You have two legs." She replied.
Only my family. My life.
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Young, Gay, Love
Teen Fiction'Young, Gay, Love' is a book about a teenage gay named Sam trying to understand how the world works. Growing up as a sheltered home-schooler he learns what the term gay is and that thinking boys are attractive has a lot more strings attached than he...
