We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about: Emma (20)

Okay so I'm not going to do this often (unless you want me too) but I want to introduce you guys to some of Lexi's other friends because she doesn't often talk about them and I just want you guys to know them. But if you don't want this than you don't have to read it, your welcome to go to the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy.
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"When are you going to get off me back!" I shout.

"Excuse me? I'm the one who took care of your dumbass for seventeen years. When will you get off my back?" My dad shouts back.

"No, dad took care of me! You went out and got drunk every night." I fume.

I always used to hate school party's, graduations, field trips whatever when I was younger. I would still hate them if it wasn't for high school never doing those types of things you do in elementary school. My parents are gay. I was adopted, and I can 100% say that I'm not ashamed of my parents. I, sadly, learned at a young age that people who love the same gender aren't accepted. It's changed as I got older but there's still those people out there who make it their business to care about who someone else loves.

When I went to school with my dad's, my friends would always ask me where my mom was. At the time I thought it was normal to have two dads. I just thought some people had one mom and one dad. I would tell them that I didn't have a mom. That I had two dads. They would be curious and then ask their parents. Suddenly kids weren't allowed to talk to me because since I had two dads, I was bad or I would turn out gay like them. I would come home and cry until my dad explained to me that some people don't agree with people loving the same gender. I thought that was crazy.

As I got older it just got annoying to see people's faces when I told them that I had two dads when they asked where were my parents or where was my mom. Or when I had to explain what jobs my parents had, I said my dad and my other dad and before I could finish the teacher would tell me to stop and sit down. I didn't have any friends. I hated people. I thought they were all these judgmental idiots.

Until I met Lexi.

It was fourth grade and we were having a play at my school. Every parent came and after the play I went over to my dads and hugged them. I was hungry and they were serving chips and stuff so I went to the food section and saw a girl with long curly black hair grabbing some chips. She had on a black dress which wasn't too popular since most of the girls wore lighter colors. She was very pretty. I walked right next to her and grabbed some chips.

"Hi, I'm Lexi, what's your name?" She asked. To say I was shocked was an understatement. She was just so open. So mannered. I would normally say 'hey' or 'sup' but she was so... Classy. I looked at her with my eyes widened.

"I'm Emma."

"Where's your parents Emma." She asks.

Oh no. "Over there." I sigh pointing over at my dads talking. Now I have to explain to her and then never speak to her again because she will think I'm weird.

She follows my finger and spots them. She smiles and the points to her mom. "That's my mom."

I freeze. Did she just nod? Did she just smile? Did she not care?! "Wait you don't care that I have two dads?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Better than none. Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

A huge grin smacked my face. "No. Not at all."

And then she just became my best friend. Years after when I asked her if she ever cared, she told me she knew about gay people and stuff like that. She didn't care. She told me that there's nothing wrong with loving someone. Love is love. There's no rules. I hugged her after that.