Double Vision [boyxboy love story]

Double Vision [boyxboy love story] Pt. 16

This a boyxboy love story which means boy on boy action.  Don't like, don't read.  Thank you.  This chapter is clean.

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Home.  I never thought I would fear it.  When Dad was still here, it made me excited.  I mean, he was hardly home as it was but when he was at our house, it made it seem alive.  Mom was always baking sweets and they usually came into my room at night.  Dad would read me a story and Mom would tuck in the sheet as much as she could with her nimble, sharp nailed fingers.

                But when Dad was gone, the house seemed to darken and dim.  Mom secluded herself in her bedroom, avoiding me every day.  I didn't have time to mourn, I was too busy with baking food for Mom and force-feeding it to her.  It was a scary place.  Home.

                Nicky and I would almost every day go to his house and have a dinner with his dad and fragile, old grandmother.  I smiled at the thought.  We would always hurry to Nicky's bedroom to play the latest game he bought on his Playstation 2.

                "Off the bus, loser," Nicky nudged me and I looked up, noticing we parked in front of the red bricked apartment building where we lived.  I stood up and got my luggage.  I put Adam's hat on, and somehow it came me a sense of courage, of relaxation, of... I don't know, some type of relief.

                Nicky glared at me, "What's with the gay hat?"

                "It's Adam's," I scowled, offended for some unknown reason, "and if you call it gay again, I'll kick your ass."

                He obviously was confused with my sudden burst of courage.  I got off the bus and found my stepfather and Mom on the steps.  They stared at me for a second before Mom came up and gave me a small smile that didn't quite reach up to her eyes, "I missed you."

                Yeah right but... "I missed you," I replied and grabbed her.  For the first time in my life, okay, not in my life, but since Dad left us, I hugged her tight and whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't grow up the way you wanted."

                She gasped and I felt her chest racket, with what seemed to be sobs.  Was she sad with my sudden affection?  Should I release her?  I was about to let go when she suddenly grasped tight, "Baby, I love you so much."

                "Love you too."  It shocked me, she was actually saying she loved me.  She loved her gay son?

                "Are you healed?"

                I slumped and looked at Nicky and my stepfather.  I was about to say something when Nicky grimaced, "No, not by their eyes, but by mine at least.  He's okay."

                Excuse me?  I thought and my stepfather watched Nicky, "You graduated?"

                "Yeah, I'm no fag," I flinched and Mom gripped my hand, staring at me with kind, caring eyes.  I was about to say something against it but then my stepfather grinned widely.

                "Works for me, welcome home, boys."

                Mom grabbed my bags and walked in.  I sat with Nicky on the concrete steps, "What happened to be an ass to me?"

                "I don't like you," ouch, "But I don't hate you either, you were my best friend and a lot more.  I owe something I guess... see you back in the house, okay?"  He didn't wait for an answer as he turned and walked away.

                The junior year in high school started in no time, and it went going smoothly.  Nicky didn't want any drama and told no one about St. Henry's.  I guess it was pretty normal in high school.  My story doesn't have a glamorous ending.  I didn't end riding away on a horse, or become a long-lost prince.  I am a passerby, a hidden gay.  I was to stay in the closet until senior year when I could break away.

                My name is Ethan Harris.  I am not exactly a somebody, but I'm not exactly a nobody.  I'm a person in the crowd, I'm not unbelievably handsome or popular or downright mysterious or a nerd.  I'm just me.  Even though I may not be known for the true me, I was okay with that.  Because I knew who I was.

                The next summer, I went to St. Henry's.  Drake and Oliver were in the lake, kissing again.  Adam was surrounded by girls, telling them how to do his latest prank.  But that wasn't what I remember most.  I just remember finding the Twins, side by side, on my bunk, waiting for me.  I found my family.  Here, at St. Henry's, I was a somebody.

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Author's Note: and again... AWWW!!!