Short Stories

Football

Malcolm may have been a clumsy kid most of the time, but during football season? No way. He loved it. His jersey number was 15, he played quarter back and he was the only queer member of the team. This made things difficult at times. The coach didn't care, so long as he could play well. The other players, however, did not like him one bit. In the dressing room, he would get pushed and shoved and taunted to the point where he would just go to a stall to change. It was bad.

Something that made this not so bad for the 11th grade boy was that his bit- I mean boyfriend- was on the cheer leading squad with no regrets. Once Spencer learned his best friend and alp- I mean boyfriend- made the team, he instantly tried out for the squad. And made it. 

Malcolm's fathers always tried to make it to a game, but if Gerard had to do an emergency surgery or if Frank had to keep the store open longer, they couldn't make it. They, of course, would always make jokes about the marching band while the other parents would look at them as if they were crazy. Let's face it, they kind of were, but that was okay. They mainly enjoyed watching their adopted son play his favorite game. Football.