It was January 13th, (my birthday). I knew exactly what I wanted. A boyfriend. Ok, I know I sound pathetic and stuff, but that was really what I wanted. But getting one is a struggle for me, because, see, I'm gay.
I can't change it. I just am. And I guess you could call me a drag queen. Well yes, I dress more on the female side than male side. But whatever.
So anyways its my birthday. I wasn't doing anything special for it. I don't have lots of friends. And birthday parties sound childish to me. So I usually just go out to dinner with my parents, and get a chocolate cake. And I don't get all that shit that says 'Happy Birthday' on it. Birthday cakes taste GROSS. I want a damn good cake for my birthday. And Imma get it.
When I walked into school, I didn't have anyone tell me Happy Birthday. Not one person. Well, my math teacher did, but she doesn't count.
When the school hours ran out, and I existed the bus, I ran home. The kids at school hated me more than my parents.
Oh, right, I should mention my parents. They are Christian. That means, no gays. Well they don't exactly know I'm gay, but its not hard to tell with my female clothes.
When I walked inside I got a huge 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' from my mom.
"We cant believe you are already 14!" she said, acting surprised that I grow.
"Yes mom, people grow." I chuckled and it came across as sarcasm.
"Well, do you want to open your presents now or after dinner." she asked.
"Now would be fine." I answered.
I opened the first present, it was a bible. Great, its not like I don't have one of these *sarcasm*. The book was soft and brown.
"Thanks Mom, its great, I love it." I said trying to act excited. But I didn't love it and it wasn't great.
The next present was a big picture of Tim Tebow. Oh, how he was so cute. I actually liked this gift. I could hang it in my room and have a absolute hotty looking at me 24/7. I'm actually okay with that.
"Alright! This is great guys. I love this. I can hang it in my room!" you could tell I actually meant that when I said it.
I got one more present from my Grandma. My Grandfather died right before I was born, so no presents from him.
The present was an old silver necklace. It opened up and it was my grandma and me sitting on Santa's lap. I was around 5 in the picture.
"Oh, Gary! Its beautiful!" my mom said.
"Yeah, er, yeah, its great!" I sounded excited but also like I hated it. "Thanks for the presents guys!" I said.
"Your welcome, son." my dad said with a smile.
It was time to eat dinner. We always had dinner at 6:00 and no later. My mom would maybe have a crisis. When we got to Olive Garden at 5:50, we sat down at a booth.
The waitress was very nice. Though she was flirting with my dad. She was pretty. But not the way I felt about guys.
My mom started to have a talk with my dad, cause apparently he was "flirting back". It didn't seem like he was to me.
The waitress gave me my Coke Zero and steak. Oh, how I loved steak. Steak and A1 sauce. But I loved the steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes that comes with it.
My mom had a salad because she was on a diet. But the thing is, when Mom tries to go on a diet. She always gives up.
My father had some salmon and green beans. He wasn't fat but he wasn't skinny.
