River Boys

Chapter 2- Moving On

The morning after my encounter with David, my mother woke me up early to pack up. She wanted to be out of the hotel as soon as possible, and wasn't slacking.

I on the other hand never wanted to leave. I wanted to be with David, and for him to love me. But alas, I knew I had to go, it was the best thing to do.

"Honey, time to get going! Kayser! Up!" My mother yelled, obviously becoming feed up with my constant laziness. I groaned, causing my mother to roll her eyes.

"Can we get Tim Hortons on the road?" I asked, my head, shorting up from my pillow.

"Only if you get your lazy ass out of bed!" She yelled from the bathroom, making me launch to my bag to get dressed. I sifted threw my bag until I found a plan white tee, gray joggers, and my nikes.

Once my mother was done doing her makeup and all that girly stuff, we left our room and headed to the counter. Sadly, an older woman sat behind the desk. I sighed, sad I didn't get to say goodbye to David.

He seemed to be on my mind ever since I met him. Even though it was just yesterday, the feeling of his lips on mine was electric. I wanted to feel that again, everyday for the rest of my life even. Maybe this all boy school thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into Tim Hortons. "What do you want to get, honey?" My mother asked, scanning the menu herself.

"A large black coffee and two vanilla dipped donuts with sprinkles," I told her. She nodded, ordering both of our meals through the choppy intercom.

Once we paid and started to drive away, my mother and I demolished our donuts, fighting to be the first one done.

"I whin!" I yell, my speech slurred because of the excessive donut in my mouth. My mother laughed, slowing down and enjoying the rest of her breakfast. And now, I couldn't wait to reach our new home!

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Our second hotel was very run down. It was an old motel along the freeway, and the water tasted rusty. Even my mother agreed that it was the worst place she'd ever stayed in.

Fortunately, we were now on our way to the house, and only had nine hours to go. I was happy to be almost there, yet nervous about my new school I have to attend tomorrow.

Now that I'm into boys, I have a feeling school is going to be interesting. Will anyone feel the same as I do? Or will the boys think I'm crazy for my same sex love? Either way, I knew my next task way breaking the news to my mother.

"Hey mom.. I-I have something I should tell you," I said, nervousness flooding out through my voice.

"Yes, son?" She responded, her eyes never leaving the road in front of her.

"I-I think.. Um.. Well I know," I start, not sure how to put it. Even though I knew she'd always love me, it's still very hard to open up like this.

"Kayser, just tell me," she told me, obviously anxious.

"I'mgaymom," I said quickly.

"What? Kayser, slow the hell down!" She said forcefully.

"Mom, I think I love boys..." I said, staring down at my hands. I was ashamed, it isn't right to love the same sex, I know it...

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"You know, son, it's not good to kiss a boy like that!" My father said, pointing to two boys kissing on the ground below.

I look down, my feet hanging over the edge of the Ferris wheel, staring at the two men. What was so wrong?

I didn't understand why two men couldn't kiss, maybe the boy thought the other hand nice lips or a nice face. He may just like him like daddy loves mommy.

"Why daddy? Can't I kiss a boy when I grow up, too?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Are you out of your damn mind?! You will never kiss another boy, you hear me! NEVER!" He screamed.

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"Kayser, honey, wake up baby," my mother said shaking my shoulders. We were parked outside a gas station, my mothers face full of worry.

"What happened?" I asked. My mother placed her hand on my head, then my chest. I could feel my heart racing... Oh god, no, please no!

"Mom... No, please no! Mom no!" I yelled, breathing hard.

"Kayser, baby, it's okay! Honey, it's okay!" She said, holding my shoulders to keep me calm. "Honey, it was just a small panic attack. Nothing bad like before. It's okay, I know it was hard."

I nodded, her arms embracing close to her body. "Thanks, mom," I said, hugging her back.

"And hey, you know it's okay to love boys, right?" She asked, trying to confirm I was alright.

I nodded, even though I was still doubting it. What if my dad found out? What if he's right, and God really does hate gays?

"You know I'll always love you, baby," she told me, and for once, I felt truly loved.