An Unusual Love

The Argument

I walked into my house from a date with Paul. And started for my room. I love him so much. The date was beautiful. We went out to eat and in the window next to us the sun was going down. We decided to pack up our food and go watch the sunset. As the sun went down we ate our food and played music. Oh, I love him. I sat on my bed and took out my phone. Before I could do my password I heard my mom calling me.

"Daniel! Daniel!"

"Yes?" I called down to her.

"Daniel can you come down here? We need to talk."

"Uh sure one sec!"

I was confused. What do they want to talk about? I walked downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting in the living room next to each other with no TV on. I immediately knew what they wanted to talk about. I started to turn around and walk away.

"Daniel!" My mom ordered. "Daniel, Come sit down right now."

I did as she told me and sat down in our love seat across from them.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Daniel. I..."

"We." My dad interrupted.

"We" My mom started. "We don't really like the idea of you dating Paul."

"Oh yeah, no problem. I'm kinda liking this new dude Gabriel." I joked just to get a rise out them.

"Oh no!" My mother said in a kind of scared, angry, cheery voice. I frowned at this.

"What do you mean by 'Oh No!'" I asked.

"Well I thought Paul was a great guy, but I guess not. Sorry sweety."

"Yeah sure."

"Oh Sweety--"

"No don't 'Oh Sweety' me." I started as I stood up. "I knew exactly what you wanted to talk to me about and what you meant by 'Oh No!' You don't like that I'm bi. You don't like that I am dating guys." I was now shouting. "You just can't accept the fact that I am proud of being bisexual! And you can't do anything to change that. I love Paul and Gabriel... Who ever that is. I love him. I love everyone no matter there sexuality, skin color, background, religion, anything! I love them! And maybe you should too. You need to get over the fact that I am not going to be that little boy you always wanted! I am not changing for anything or anyone! Just try to accept me!" I was almost in tears.

"Don't talk to your mother like that boy!" My dad shouted.

"Don't tell me what to do! Don't tell me what to wear! Don't tell me how to do my hair! Don't tell me how to be me!" Tears started falling from my eyes. I started walking upstairs then I stopped and turned to see my mom with her face in her lap and my dad in shock. "I get enough of this out in public. I didn't know I had to go through this at home too." I turned around and continued walking.

When I got in my room I closed the door and slid down it while crying. I threw my beanie and my jacket off. I couldn't believe that my parents would do this to me. This isn't the first argument we had about this but every time my reaction is the same. But I can never get used to this.

I stopped crying after about 10 minutes and sat on my bed then slowly laid down. As I was falling asleep my phone sang "Thinking bout you" by Frank Ocean. I picked it up and it was Paul. The text read

"Hey. Umm... We need to talk.💛"