Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)

I Like Boys.

Seven's POV:

Have no complaints, is what I always tell myself to stay happy. Try to have no complaints.
But, I am a human. I will find things about the world I don't like or find pleasing. There will be things that I complain about.
I mean, yes, there are lots of little things I don't approve of. But they're typical things for kids my age. I don't like having to listen to adults at all times, I don't like going to school and having homework.
Those, aren't really complaints.
Homophobes. That's one of them.
Why are people so hateful to homosexuals? How does it harm their well-being? Two people make each other really happy, and they really love each other, but apparently it's 'wrong' because they're of the same gender. Genders are pointless. They cause so much drama and trouble. Because you're a girl, you must wear frilly clothes and look pretty at all times. Because you're a boy, you have to play sports, be interested in girls, and look handsome.
Bullshit.
If a girl wants to wear swimming trunks and Nikes and play football, she can.
If a boy wants to wear skirts and eyeliner, he can.
If a person doesn't want to be seen as a gender, they can.
I'm a boy, and I like boys. A lot. Something about them is just more appealing to me than breasts and short dresses. No, I don't hate girls at all, some are pretty awesome, I'm just not attracted to them.
I want to tell someone. I want somebody who tells me that it's okay and I'm not a freak. Somebody who smiles and hugs me with support.
But I have no one to tell.
I have nobody. I have no family to come out to, I've been in this orphanage for nine years, and my only 'friend' left three years ago.
I have nobody to help me fight the urge to never make contact with a blade, I have to do it by myself. I have no mother to give me motherly lectures and tease me about crushes. I have no father to tell me how proud he is of me. I have no one to show off my grades to and get smiles from.
Most kids don't care about this stuff, but when you go twelve years without it, longing and tears happen.
I try to be happy. I do. And I am happy, mostly.
I just want someone I can trust to talk to. I want just one friend I can turn to and tell them anything. I want someone to wake up in the morning excited to see me.
There are people I love, but I don't personally know them and I've never made eye contact with.
But they are the only people I can talk to.
YouTubers.
That seems so silly, right? It seems stupid and childish and dramatic, but it's true. Tyler Oakley, Troye Sivan, Joey Graceffa, most famous YouTubers. But the most important people to me, are Dan and Phil.
They just radiate so much love and happiness, it's what can make me smile no matter what situation I'm in. So many things I've stopped myself from doing because of them.
Normalness leads to sadness.
I did not have a best friend, for the first eighteen years of my life.
They pull me out of my sadness without even realizing it. They don't know me, they've got no clue I exist.
Yet, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them. There would be more red lines scattered on my arm and my bones would be easier to see. They just have such a huge impact on society.
I remember crying because Markiplier was reacting to the eight-million milestone video, and at the end of it he was crying and explaining how much he loves his fans and wishes he could be there for them.
People you wouldn't think could make me happy, do. More than anybody else. People here at the orphanage don't like me. They don't approve of my pink scene hair streaked with black, they don't approve of my black skinny jeans and cat hoodies. They don't approve of my thin layer of eyeliner.
I know, I shouldn't care what they think, but I do. I have to. They surround me everyday, taunt me, question me and give me unfriendly and disappointed looks.
I'll be fine, right? There will eventually be someone?
Maybe not. Maybe there will never be anybody. Maybe I won't be fine. Maybe I won't have parents to love me.
I don't control the universe.