Children of a gayer breed

Eight

Yohio stayed with us for another couple weeks. Everyday dad tried to make us “run into each other”, but it never worked. Yohio was beginning to be afraid of me. I personally didn’t care. I was spending more time with Chacha, I mean, mother now. He took my out to get my hair done, took me shopping, and even came to my cafe every now and then. Dad still hung out with me a lot, but he was more worried about Yohio and I dating. This morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee and I heard, "Okay go now."

Dad pushed a confused Yohio into me, spilling my coffee, ruining my shirt, burning my flesh and making a mess on the floor. "Damn it!" I yelled in pain, “What the hell dad?!?!”

Yohio was dumbfounded as my black bra began to show, from the spilled coffee, through my pink shirt. Dad came out from around a corner in a silent shock. I had had enough of this crap and went back to my room to change. He had gone too far now and it pissed me off. I put on a shirt Mother bought me and stormed my way out of the door. Dad looked at me and yelled, “Where do you think your going?”

“Out,” Was all I said as I slammed the door behind me. I slipped a jacket on as I walked, because I was too mad to stop and put it on. It had started raining and I didn’t care. The rain fell softly upon my face and I gladly let it. I was sick of dad and his stupid relationship acts.

I walked into town, but not into any shops. I watched couples drink coffee, men helping wives cross the street, and even a little boy with his mother. Love was all around it felt like. It was cute until my face turned to hit something hard. I fell backwards after my crash. I looked at who I ran into and, wouldn’t you know it, it was Yohio. He was staring at me in awe and helped me up. He said, “I just can’t do anything right. Can I?” I couldn’t help but smile when he helped me. It was cute. He handed me a bag and said, “I’m sorry about your shirt. It was an accident. I hope this new one will be good enough.”

Through the rain I opened the bag. He had went out and bought me a new shirt. It was pinker and more girly than my old one, but it was caring act.  I smiled and shut the bag to shelter the shirt from the rain. I couldn’t hold it back and kissed Yohio’s cheek. He looked at me dumbfounded as I said, “Thank you, Yohio. This is very sweet. Walk me home too?”

“I’m not going to walk in this. Its starting to storm,” He stated as if I was crazy. I began to walk away when I heard a car unlock. Yohio said, “I can drive you home though.”

I smiled and let him drive me home. I loved his taste of music. He was jamming against the steering wheel as he drove. I couldn’t help but giggle as he sung loudly to the radio. I can’t remember the last time I smiled so much. We laughed, we talked, and we sang the whole ride home.

Mother was waiting for us when we got home. He was smiling at me as Yohio and I walked into the house. He was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, “Have fun?”

“Yes, mom,” I giggled as I looped my arm with Yohio as if it was a normal thing.

“Rita!! Rita!!” Jenna came running to me in a pink tutu. I giggled and scooped her up into my arms. She was playing with my hair as she said, “Can we take a bath together? Daddy got us bubbles that smell like bubblegum.” She looked up at Yohio, “Your boyfriend can come too, i guess.”

“Oh no!” He blushed bright red and put his hands up in defense.

“Jenna this is Yohio. He isn’t my boyfriend, and no boys in the bath.” I laughed loudly, “Why don’t you have mom help you start the bath?” I set her down and she ran into house holding Chacha’s hand. I smiled at Yohio and said, “Sorry about that. Jenna doesn’t have a flitter.”

“Its alright,” He smiled sweetily, “But I would gladly be your boyfriend.”

I giggled at his confidence and he blushed brightly as if he said something wrong. I smiled and said, “I would like that. But no baths.”

“Got it. No baths.” He smiled and kissed my cheek, “Good night Rita.”

“Good night, Yohio.”