Feelings [✔️]

I'm Gay

I'm going to publish this last chapter, then this story is going on hold. The reason why is that I'm going to attempt on cleaning up my writing, and just my profile in general. I will eventually come back to this story, but I'm also running out of ideas. With that being said, I don't want to keep putting out chapter that I think are shitty. I feel that no one is actually reading this story. So, it makes no sense to update something that nobody reads(at least I believe so). Thanks for reading~C.

My mother walked down in a navy blue dress, my dad matching his tie. The dress was probably worth more than my student loans combined. I rarely got money from them, sometimes yes, but they wanted me to be independent, as they put it. My brother, on the other hand, was spoiled rotten.

"Hello dear, Ashley" My mother said, turning her head when she said our names. My father gave us each a look and nodded his head. While talking to my parents, we had everything planned out, not really. First, we'd talk about music and other things in an attempt to loosen them up, to prepare them for the bomb. I know I'm overreacting

I glanced at Ash, Nick was outside getting the cake we brought. We bought a cake and had "I'm Gay" On it with rainbows around it. It's original, right?

He came back in with the cake. At this point, we had plates and silverware out for dessert. He handed the cake to me. ''Mom, Dad, please don't disown me." With that, I took out candles with Jesus on them, lit them, and revealed the cake.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. "Lacey Marie Blackburn and you shitting us right now?" They said. "Okay. First of all, it's been an emotional process for both of us to come to terms with out newly discovered selves/sexuality. So we really don't need your critique on this. What Lacey wants from you is your unconditional love and support parents are suppose to give their children. It doesn't matter if they are nonreligious and you are, or you don't support homosexuality, you support your fucking child no matter what. And, if you refuse to do that simple fucking task, then I will. You are clearly not seeing her the way I do. She is beautiful, smart, witty, and so much more. But best of all, she's mine. Honestly, and if decide to disown her or some twisted bullshit, then you can go fuck yourselves. Because she makes a mean cream pie" Ash said.

They looked at her work such vile disgust, it made me absolutely ashamed to be names after them. I grabbed the cake, cut a few slices for some of my family, then put the rest on my parents faces.

It was a moment thing. I regret it now, but not at that given time. Me and Ash were packing up when Nick gave me a hug. "Nice speech Ash" He said. That's when I broke down sobbing. He cradled me in his arms. "Shhhhhh" he whispered. After calming down, I hugged him again, noticing the makeup on his shirt.

We drove home in a comfortable silence, when we finally reached home, I watched some TV and fell asleep in her arms.