The Colors of Pride []Lams[]

Chapter Five: Green

Prepare for shitty writing that I pulled from thin air.

"John Laurens."

"Father Franklin."

"Why have you come here child?"

A thin screen window separated John and Father Ben Franklin. John hadn't been to confession in years, the only reason the thirteen year old boy was there was because his father had forced him. John didn't know why.

"I don't know know. I didn't have a choice. My dad sent me."

On the other side of the screen, Father Franklin shifted. He readjusted his bifocal glasses and smoothed out his clothes. He knew why John was here. He didn't deny it. His niece Kenna Franklin had been at his house earlier that weekend had recounted a tale of a young John kissing a boy in a scene for his drama class. Kenna was simply delivering a pass to the teacher when it happened.

"Father?" John whispered quietly, his voice betrayed the boy, showing that he was clearly nervous.

"Yes John. Listen, why don't you tell me what you think you did wrong, and we'll go from there."

Pink: Mix of white and red, sunset and sunrise color, typically associated with baby girls.

It was early morning but John Laurens was already awake. To be more specific, it was 4:30 in the morning and John couldn't sleep. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize he had spent the night painting. When he finally decided he was tired of working on the project, it was too late to go back to sleep, so he sat at his window and looked at the stars. His cat Liberty sat in his lap as the sky started to paint itself pink and orange and purple. A distant ding woke John from his stupor.

John pulled himself up and grabbed his jacket.

"Bye Liberty. Be good." John called to his cat as he left.

As he walked out to his car, John saw a young man in the window of a house down the road. It was Alexander. He studied the way Alex tucked his hair behind his ear and bit his lip. John smiled and opened his car door and speed off towards his friends house.

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Vienna pulled on her sister's covers and tried to wake her up.

"Angie," Vienna whispered harshly.

"What," Angie groaned as she pulled a pillow over her face.

"We gotta go!"

For the next half hour, the two girls battled with the other on getting ready for school before hopping in their own car and heading out. Just as they left their driveway, John pulled up to pick up Hercules, Kenna and Vincent just half a mile down the road.

As the young teens headed towards school, the sky above was fading from pink to blue, losing the oranges and purples that had been there merely thirty minutes prior. And at this moment, two things were beginning. One, Seattle was starting to plan a dance to support LGBT+ rights and two, well, you'll just have to wait and see.