The Bartender | BoyxBoy

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Kyle ^^^

TW://Self-Harm

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When I got home, I didn't even want to speak to my mom. I had lost my appetite as well. All I wanted to do was lay down on my bed. I wasn't tired, I just felt numb. I really couldn't understand why Kyle had said what he said to me.

"I can't be your friend if you continue to do this."

What did that even mean? I understood that he was angry at me for bullying that kid but he of all people should understand why I did what I did. He knew my reason for doing so.

"Aiden!" Mom called. "Dinner's ready."

Sighing, I got up from bed and headed downstairs. I didn't want to eat but that would just get my mom worried so I went anyway. I sat opposite her, as usual. There was always silence every time we ate. Mostly because my dad was never around, but I didn't really mind.

There was nothing to talk about. However, what happened today with Kyle flashed through my mind so then, I decided to break the silence.

"Mom?"

She looked up from her plate of chicken salad.
"Yes dear?"

"Is homosexuality a sin?" I blurted before I even had the chance to think about it.

My mom choked. She coughed a couple of times and gulped a large amount of water.

"Why do you ask sweetheart?"

"Oh nothing. It just occurred to me," I paused when I saw her fidgeting with her nails. Weird.

"I just wanted to know what you think."

She looked anywhere but me, and I could tell she was very uncomfortable. I hoped it wasn't a sensitive topic. Like, how weird would that be?

"The Bible says it's wrong," I stated.

"You know I don't believe in that," my mom said before sipping her wine.

"That's not the point mom," I groaned. "I just want your opinion. I know we don't go to church but still... Do you think it's wrong?" That was a low blow but it's true. It had been years since we went to church. We stopped when my grandmother died.

"It doesn't matter what I think," she snapped, making me frown. "Maybe it's wrong. Maybe it isn't. Maybe you should stop thinking about what people say and do what you want," she stated and took a deep breath. "I know you want answers for what happened to you but hating everyone won't give you the answers you deserve," she said sadly as she pushed her plate away. Then she took her glass of wine and went upstairs.

Okay that didn't help at all. And what the heck was that? My mom never snapped at me. How sensitive was this topic? And why did she run off like that?

I sighed when I realized no one was going to answer the many questions in my head. Maybe I was just over thinking it.

The weekend went by pretty fast for me because I wanted to see Kyle. I was a tiny bit - okay, a lot - frustrated but all I wanted to do was sort things out with my best friend. I even declined going to the movies with Gabrielle, which although wasn't that much of a sacrifice, I was going to get an earful for it.

I couldn't also go to Kyle's house because 1, I had no idea where it was since he didn't mention it, and 2, Kyle would definitely kick me out before I even got there. It was official. My best friend hated me. Although, I really hoped not. I liked him way too much and he was the only person who actually cared about me.