In my room, we both sat on my bed and stared down at our phones. I didn't really have much to look at, except a few texts from Kevin asking to hang out next weekend. I was waiting for Scott to put his phone down and make a move, but he actually had popularity and people trying to communicate with him.
"Scott?" I say sweetly. He looks up from his phone, his gaze shifting to me slightly. "Can you put your phone down?"
"Why?" He asks, still obliging and setting his phone on my bed side table. He reaches over and puts his arm around me, pushing me down so I was laying down.
"Because I want attention," I say. He smiles and kisses me, giving me what I've been wanting this whole time.
I quickly deepen the kiss in hopes that soon we'd be doing what I've been waiting for since like last month. We never got alone time. I grip both sides of his face, holding his cheeks, and pull him towards me more. He finds the bottom of my shirt and pulls it off.
"Pretty boy," he says and goes to kiss me again. I felt like a princess in moments like these. We had no school issues when we were alone, nothing to worry about. It was just us.
"Mitch?" I felt my heart drop when my mothers voice poured from outside my door. Scott immediately shoots up, and I push him off the opposite side of my bed.
"What the fuck?!" He whispers after landing on the ground. I pull my blanket up to cover my shirtless self right as my door opens.
"Mom!" I say. "You weren't supposed to be home until later, what happened?" I ask, hoping she didn't know.
"That's besides the point, Mitchell. What are you doing?" She asks.
"I was about to, um, go take a walk or something," I say.
"Shirtless?" I awkwardly nod. "Who is here?"
"No one, mom," I say feverishly.
"Mitch, is there a boy here?" So no, my parents didn't know about Scott, but neither did his. My parents knew I was gay, and they still love me and everything, they just prefer to act like I never told them. Talking about my relationships never happened in front of them.
My dad was against homosexuality, but he told me he'd never be against me. He, and my mom, don't like it, but they still love me and all. I just never told them about Scott because I didn't think they'd like it.
"Hello, Mrs. Grassi," Scott says and peeks his head above the top of my bed. I smack my forehead and my face goes red. He stands up and fixes his hair, walking towards my mom. "I'm Scott."
"He's just a friend, mom," I say and get up. "A close friend."
"Really? One that just so happened to be hiding and take your shirt off?" She asks.
"You don't know that he did this."
"But I did hear someone say 'pretty boy'. At least your sweet," she says to Scott. "So you're my sons boyfriend?"
"Yes," Scott says shyly.
"Scott!" I shout, my face going red again.
"It's okay, Mitchy," he says. My eyes widen, this was not okay. My mom walks up to Scott and shakes his hand firmly. Scott smiles. "Nice to meet you," he says.
"You wouldn't mind staying for dinner, would you? I'd love to get to know you more," she says. "And I'd love to know why Mitch never told me about you," she says again.
"I thought you'd be disappointed..." I say quietly and look down. Mom wraps her arms around me.
"Honey, Id never be disappointed because you like him. I love you. I already told you this stuff, I'm proud to call you my son, it's just hard for your father and I," she says. "I won't say anything to your father. If you want him to know, you can tell him. All he knows is that your friend is staying for dinner."
