Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

So yeah. I just joined. And I wrote this up. *looking forward to a lot of 'gtfo you homoloving' comments.* Anyways, so I guess I wrote this. I was thinking of getting it published when I finished? Well, um, if you like the first chapter. I might continue... Maybe. 

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Chapter 1 -

“John, I think it’s time you moved out, you’re ruining my life, and you don’t even pay all of the bills,” my mother brings up.

I look up from my laptop and lift my shades from my nose. I cringe at the thought of going outside. Getting a new place to live in; not comfortable with the idea, I was always a momma’s boy. I ask my mother why and she begins with her list of reasons. 

For one, I am finally entering college and my mother believes it’s time for me to stretch my wings and fly from the nest. Two, I am legitimately a grown man and I’m just entering college (It's quite a good reason to move out according to my mother, which is the reason why I state it twice). Three, I already have a pregnant girlfriend, and I should begin to find a place for the both of us. Four, my mom just wants me out so she could bring her boyfriends in. Five, I don’t pay all of the bills. But I know it’s mostly the fourth reason. 

“Why can’t you stop being so useless and make mama proud?”

Talk about motherly love. 

“Mom, I can’t just up and leave, I need time, I mean along with money and preparation. I just can’t rush anything right now. I mean I know it’s important to you, but please be patient,” I explain. 

She groans and starts talking about how I said that the week before, and the week before that. I didn’t try to correct her since it was somewhat true after all. But I wasn’t feeling like moving away, even with the pregnant girlfriend, whose name is Lacy Patrick by the way, who is due in a few months. The only reason I haven’t married her yet or asked her to move in is because she’s traveling at the moment and wishes to see the world before being tied down. 

Which is fine with me, I didn’t want to be tied down just yet. Especially at the age of twenty, it’s my primetime (I don’t know what I just know it’s my primetime for something). Still I didn’t want to move from my mother’s home, even if it meant I was literally cockblocking her and her current boyfriend, her being my mother…  

Yet she has ways of making me feel horrible, like usual, and forces me to consider finding a roommate if I wasn’t up for buying or renting a new home. I didn’t really agree her idea but I considered it. I told I would deliberate about it later, and she had this joyful look plastered all over her crinkly cute face.   

Damn it, I hate it when she gets all ‘advice-y’ on me. She knows I can’t refuse, being a momma’s boy that is. 

As she walks away, like a really bad sitcom show, my little sister, Jade, walks in with a triumphed-filled smile that I dared not to ask about. Still she doesn’t make it obvious, she tries her best to hide the stupid smile, but there she is still smiling. The black lipstick she would always apply every morning began to spread across her face in an underhanded sneer. 

So I give up and ask her, “Why the smile missy?” 

She turns around dramatically and grins again. “Oh nothing, mister I’m about to move out!” She squeals at the comment. “Finally, I get to have a room that isn’t the size of a shoebox. When you move out, I shall celebrate with lots and lots of soda and chips, and I shall invite my friends over. We will trash my old room as I move into my new one. I can’t wait till you leave!”