Just another teenage love story (Lashton)

Chapter 2

One thing parents don't tell you when you're a little kid is that you can't change the world. They say things like You can do anything if you put your mind to it! or The world is full of possibilities! They make everything seem so easy. They say they'll love you unconditionally. I wish that it was true. No one could of prepared me for what was waiting for me when I got home.

I kicked off my purple Vans and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. My Mum walked in the room, she looked like she had been crying. Her puffy under eyes and blood shot eyes glared at me. All the bad things i could of done to get in trouble rushed to my head at once. What could of I done this time to get in trouble.

"Your Dad is home, we need to talk." She said, I could hear it in her voice that her nose was stuffed up. Yep she definitely had been crying.

"Alright." I followed her down into the living room. I saw my dad look up from his laptop. I caught what tab he was on before he closed it. Ashton's moms Facebook. My head became hot. I know knew exactly what they wanted to discuss. Someone must have told.  I immediately thought Aubrey. I knew she liked me. She constantly texted me, flirted with me and asked to hang out. I couldn't believe she would sink that low. She knew my parents where homophobic pricks.

"Sit down Lucas" My Dad said. He never called me Lucas. Only when I was in trouble he called me Lucas.I could feel my eyes start to fill with tears. I sat down on the love seat opposite them and put my head in my hands. 

"Now, tell us the truth Son, is Ashton your boyfriend?" My Dad looked me in the eyes and said. The spitefulness that hung onto the word Boyfriend. I looked at my Dad and I knew right away that he wasn't actually mad. Just disappointed.

"Ye-yeah. He i-is. And I love h-him." I said making sure my Mum heard that.

"Are you Gay son" My dad said quietly. I couldn't look at him anymore. I felt my hands shake, the lump in my throat get bigger and the tears roll down my cheek.

"No, I l-like girls t-too." I stuttered out.  I heard my Dad sigh. Almost a sigh of relief. I felt a little mad about that. Ash was gay. Did that make him a bad person? Fuck no!

"Dad I want you to know I love him, I won't change, I can't change. And fuck what ever garbage you're going to throw in my face. I don't even want to hear it. It's bullshit." I said to my Dad and watched the shocked reaction on his face. My Mum finally spoke up.

"Get out. Get your stuff and get the fuck out of my house." She said crying. I didn't even protest. I wanted to leave. I knew she thought crap about anyone who was anything less than a perfect Catholic.

"Gladly." I spat back. I knew she didn't want me here, but honestly what happened to a mothers unconditional love? What happened to I'll love you forever? What happened to no matter what? 

I went to the basement and grabbed the biggest suitcase I could find. I went to my room with it and managed to put most of my clothes, some CDs, my pillow a few beanies. I put all my bracelets on my wrist and grabbed my wallet. It only had 40$ in it and a few coins. I left quickly without even saying goodbye.

My first instinct was to call Ashton, but I was pretty sure he was in the middle of having the same conversation with his parents. I called Michael instead. 

"Hey, um my parents found out and me and Ash" I said after the awkward hi, how are you?

"How'd it go?" He said absent mindfully. He hadn't clued in that something was wrong yet.

"Well considering they kicked me out, completely shitty." I said almost laughing. The phone went silent.

"Mikey? You there?" I spoke trying to see if he was still there.

"Yeah um. come over here. Wait where are you?" He said flustered. He had complete worry in his voice.

"End of my street." I said kicking at a stone by my foot.

"Okay, me and Mum are coming to get you. Stay there." He said then hung up. He was funny. I knew that this situation was horrible, but I couldn't help but feel a weight, lifted off my shoulders. It was finally out there. No more hiding. No more secrecy.

I was free.