Hatred Lies In Ignorance

Dirty Dancing

Winter

Football and Cheerleading season was coming to a close, and the final game was underway. Not much has happened since the preceding events took place. Michael and Ryan's relationship furthered, where Michael fell in love enough to go out of his way to spend every moment he could with him. In order to do so, Michael became manager of the football team. He kept track of almost nothing, but felt like he was doing everything. During the first half of the game, Michael watched Ryan intently as he ran down the field, hoping to receive the ball from Christopher. Ryan had become a better team player since Michael agreed to be his boyfriend, and he felt better about himself and his life because he found someone else who understood his pain. Not the physical pain he was going through now for he was just tackled by a player on the opposite team.

He stood up and realized he was in the endzone with the ball, scoring a touchdown just before halftime came. The crowd went wild as Ryan celebrated his touchdown, and Vera nailed her basket toss. The second half went much faster because Mid-Ridge killed every play with such precision. They came out of football brawl with a score of 47-3, dominating by a long shot. Michael and Ryan were ecstatic as they ran from the turf field to Michael's car. Ryan threw his football gear in the backseat and jumped in the front seat as Michael blasted the radio station in Charleston, playing whatever song was popular.

Their car ride wasn't long, because Ryan's house wasn't very far from the school. They laughed all the way to the front door, where it ceased when they caught sight of Elle kissing another woman. This woman grabbed hold of Elle's hand, which was conveniently placed on this woman's cheek. They stared into each other's eyes for a second more and kissed one last time before Ryan let a low cough, breaking them out of their trance. Why does my mother have to do this now? I mean I know who this person is, but why now? Especially when Michael was with me. Yes she can have her own life, but can it not interfere with mine? I'm not trying to sound bratty, but couldn't she have introduced this side of her to Michael at a different time? She only just told me about this part of her. What I'm talking about is her being pansexual. At first, I thought it was pretty obvious that she was somewhat into women with the way she talked about certain friends to me. Just typical girl gossip, but I could see the lust in her eyes.

It was obvious that Elle was in love with this woman and vice versa. Elle glanced at her girlfriend once before turning to her son explaining, "Michael. This is Summer, my girlfriend." At those words, Summer, whose long black hair flowed like a river and eyes soft like the wind on a cool spring day, wrapped herself around Elle's waist, and nuzzled her face into Elle's neck.

Michael had no idea what to do, because he didn't see this coming. Ryan had his suspicions, but didn't know their relationship was this serious. Summer dared to unbutton the last button on Elle's polo, fully showing the black camisole beneath, and Elle quickly reprimanded her with the slight tease of, "Not now. You can finish once the boys are in their room." The last sentence was carefully whispered into Summer's ear to prevent top secret knowledge from reaching public hearing. Ryan and Michael were puzzled until they heard Summer say, "Fine. Once they're gone though, you're all mine." She kissed Elle on the cheek before releasing her and leaning against the adjacent wall, folding her arms.

Hold on one second. Elle is bisexual? Ha! Plot twist! I don't think anyone saw that coming. I know I didn't. In recent times I've been over, I've seen her so much happier, but didn't know this was the cause. This is just fantastic! I've always wondered what it was like to have a bisexual parent. I could've asked Vera, but now I don't have to. I have one in front of me. I won't pry too much right now because it seems to me they were doing something before we came in.

"Did you all win?" Elle asks. Michael headed upstairs, knowing what was going to happen if he didn't. "Yeah. We won. I caught the winning goal."

"That's great sweetheart! Now I don't mean to be rude or anything, but could you go upstairs with Michael so I can tame Mulan here?" Summer looked kind of offended, laughing before she yelled up the stairs, "Just because I'm Asian, doesn't mean I like Mulan!" Summer gave Elle a scrutinizing look for her last comment before embracing her, and finishing what she started.

"Well that was unexpected," I explain as I throw my bag to the side and sit on my bed next to Michael. All he could do was breathe out and give me this look with the most amount of shock of the news. That scene clearly was a surprise to him, for he was still piecing all of it together. "So she's bisexual?" Michael attempts. "Pansexual," I correct. "Yeah, she came out to me about two weeks ago. That's when I first met Summer, and learned of their relationship. It kind of surprised me too." I sat on his lap and brushed his hair out of his face as we both thought about my mother's behavior lately.

Ever since Elle met Summer in a way she had never met a woman before, her life took a turn for the better. She often times forgot Bo even existed when she felt so joyful over Summer. Kissing her was like knowing love for the first time. In essence, loving Summer was the first time Elle actually felt real love for another human being that wasn't related to her. Every touch meant more than the last, and every kiss was the confirmation of this meaning. Elle had always found it safe to say, "I love you," around Summer, because Elle knew she would say the exact same thing back. What sealed the deal was the numerous amount of times Elle was lulled to sleep by Summer's heartbeat. Elle found that once Summer started to speak words of love with her cradled against Summer's chest, her voice like an angel, and halo visible to all, the beating of her heart engulfed Elle in a peaceful ambiance. As Elle fell asleep, all she heard were the small sounds of an angel and her heartbeat: B-Beat . . . . B-Beat . . . . B-Beat . . . . B-Beat . . . .