A Scenic Connection (BoyxBoy)

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

"Mom," I said after a long pause again. Her face was close to mine and she looked at me expectantly.

"I'm uh, I'm gay."

She blinked a couple of times rapidly. For what felt like an eternity we both sat there, unmoving, as we both absorbed what I had just said. I desperately needed her to say something, anything, because the longer it took, the more I was dangerously close to becoming a complete mess. She sat back in her chair suddenly and looked away from me towards the window once more. I mustered the courage to speak again. 

"Say something?" I asked in almost a whisper. She let out a breath. 

"I...I wasn't expecting that," she said without looking at me. I nodded slowly. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but I also knew that if there was any chance at having this not alter things, it was right now. So I stayed glued to my chair and continued to watch her expression. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, whether she was happy, or mad, or disappointed, or stunned or all of the above I didn't know. 

"Talk to me," I prodded her. She made a small sound in her mouth as if she was stumbling over what words to form. 

"I need to think," she said, standing up from the table. 

"Okay..." I said slowly. Without another word she slipped out of the room and went into her bedroom. I heard the door close and flinched at the sound of the handle clicking. I sat there stunned and frozen to the spot for a minute. My mind was racing and I couldn't even track where my brain was going. I was relieved. Yes, I could feel that part. I was also scared, upset, angry, happy, nervous, anxious, and a whole host of other emotions that I couldn't even process right now. 

I darted out of the chair quickly, racing for my car keys before hurrying out of the house. Nobody else was currently home but my mom and I couldn't stay here while she sat in her room processing what I said, probably mourning the son she thought she had. I hit the button in the garage to put up the garage door and quickly jumped into my car, inserting the key into the ignition and firing up the engine. I threw the car into reverse and recklessly backed out of the driveway at a fast speed before pulling out into the street and switching it over to drive. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped off down the street. 

Clutching the steering wheel with one hand I shifted my position on the seat to try to get my phone out of my pocket with my other hand. The car jerked slightly towards the other lane but luckily nobody was coming down the street as I corrected it. I finally got my phone out and dialed Tyce's number, holding it up to my ear. I felt tears threatening to spill down my face.

I ended the call before it rang more than twice and threw it down on the passenger seat. I felt like an idiot. How could I dump all of this on my boyfriend, who by had only been my boyfriend for a couple of days? That's like one of the biggest mistakes of relationships right? Being overly emotional and not confident about yourself? It's a turn off to the other person? 

I suddenly thought of Hadley and reached back over for the phone. The car lurched to one side again and I hurried and turned the wheel to stay in my lane. I wiped a tear that slid down my face and dialed Hadley's number. She answered on the third ring. 

"Hey Griffin. What's up?" She asked in a normal voice. She sounded almost bored. As my eyes watched the road I felt words at the back of my throat but I couldn't get them to form.  "Griffin? Are you there?" She asked. "I can hear you breathing, say something. Can you hear me? Hello?" Hadley said. I could hear the alarm edging into her voice. I cleared my throat and sniffled.

"Uh, hey," I said rather pathetically. 

"What's going on?" She asked. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her.