Hello Fascination (BoyxBoy)

Hello Fascination (BxB) ch17

Caleb's POV *^*

Finn's in the hospital.

Finn's in the hospital.

Finn's in the hospital.

Finn's in the hospital.

My darling Finny-boy's in the hospital because some drunk fucker thought it'd be smart to drink and drive.

His mom, Kelly, has been giving me updates on how he's doing because only family is allowed in intensive care. Once he's moved to a different ward, we're all going to go kill the mother fucker for scaring us so bad. He's stable now, but it was a little touch and go for awhile.

Patrick wanted to drive me home from the hospital (yes, for some weird ass reason he went with us to make sure Finn's okay), but I refused to let go of Tyler. Right now Tyler's driving me to his house because Finny won't be able to have any non-family guests for at least a few days.

We pull into the Winters' driveway, rain pelting the roof of the car. I pout at the rain, then at Tyler, then back at the rain.

He smiles and kisses my cheek really quick before saying, "I'll go unlock the front door; you stay inside until it's open, okay?"

I grin at my boyfriend and let him get his clothes soaked. As soon as he leaves and I'm left in the empty car, I mutter, "Heh. Sucker." If he gets wet, then he'll have to strip out of his clothes. And that makes for a very happy Caleb.

Watching him fumble with the keys, I take in Tyler's sexy, muscly body. His bottle-green eyes flash towards me and he motions for me to come inside. I take a deep breath and race out of the car with a giggle, trying to escape the rain.

Something to my left catches my eye. I come to an abrupt halt in the middle of Tyler's driveway, my smile falling. Mom stands behind the large, lit up window with tears in her eyes. I don't even care that I'm getting drenched in cold, April rain; all I want to do is go hug my mommy.

My tears mix in with the rain and Tyler's arms wrap around me tightly. "You should go talk to her. I know she's been upset about you leaving."

I break away from my mom's gaze and look up at my boyfriend. "What do mean?"

"She still loves you, Caleb. You can tell by how heartbroken she looks." Tyler brushes wet strands of whitish blonde hair away from my eyes. "My mother hated me and loved to see me leave the house for good, even if I did bring Dad with me. I think you should at least try to patch things up before its too late."

Facing back towards the window, I see that Mom is no longer watching me, her silhouette gone. "Come with me?" I ask Tyler quietly.

He kisses my lips softly, tilting my head up by my chin. "Always."

We make our way across the expanse of our yards hand in hand until We're standing in front of my door. I knock tentatively.

The door flies open and my mom flings her arms around me, ignoring the fact that my clothes are wet. I squeeze her back just as tightly.

"Oh Caleb," she cries, "I thought you'd never come back."

Dad appears and moves everyone inside before closing the door and gathering me into a large bear hug. We all go into the living room, my parents taking the two chairs and me and my boo taking the couch.

Tyler, however, sits on the farthest end from me. I pout and scooch over so that our thighs are pressed together. He shoots me a look, but I ignore it and take his hand in mine, threading our fingers together.

I look back up at my parents. Dad's smiling softly, but Mom's avoiding eye contact. After a very awkward silence, Mom finally spoke up.

"I called Pat when he missed curfew, and he said that you and him were at the hospital, but he hung up before I could ask him why. I- I thought it was you; I th-thought you'd been hurt. Later he called again and explained that it was your friend who got hurt. But for a while," she takes a shaky breath, "I thought you were in trouble."

"I'm fine mommy," I rub the tears away from my eyes.

Headlights shine though the window as Patrick pulls into the driveway. He walks in and his eyes snap instantly to me and Tyler in shock. "What are you guys doing here?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, squeezing Tyler's hand tighter. "Just visiting," I tug on my earlobe anxiously.

"Visiting?" Mom stares at me with a frown. "Won't you come back and live with us Caleb, honey?"

"We really do miss you. And I want to make sure my sons are safe," Dad adds his two cents.

"Well," I swallow hard and press myself even more against Tyler's side, "It depends. Do you accept that I'm g-gay?"

My mom's frown deepens. "Honey, this is just a faze. You've strayed off the right path. I spoke to a few mothers of sons who were confused, and they said that you just need to find your way back to God."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and I feel Tyler run his thumb over my hand, trying to sooth me. "Mom, it's not a faze. It's love. And I don't think I can stay here if you can't just accept me. I won't ever be the straight, religious son you want me to be."

"Well I sure as hell won't have a faggot son!" she snarls at me.

Surprisingly, I don't feel horrible. I don't feel like a terrible person for not being who everyone else wants me to be. I feel exhausted and worn out that my mom's being a total bitch right now, but hey. Everyone's parents can be bitchy at one point or another.

"Mom, have you ever seen the movie 'Prayers For Bobby'?" I speak slowly, wanting them to listen carefully. "It's a story about a twenty year old guy who comes out to his family as gay. The rest of his family is understanding, but his religious mother rejects him, saying she'll never have a gay son. He kills himself and she starts to question her faith, refusing to think that her son has gone to hell merely because he was gay.

"Now I'm not saying I'm going to kill myself or anything, because I have family that accepts me and I want to be here for them. Like Patty, Tyler, his family, Chelsea, her family, Finn, and his family. You don't have to accept me, but I can't live here if I'm not allowed to be myself."

My mom stares at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers. After a while, she speaks. "I understand. But you have to understand me as well. I still love you and want to be in your life, but I'm not changing who I am either; I won't abandon my beliefs or views."

I nod. After a while of talking, my parents agree to let me fully move out. We'll meet up every few days, my mom promising to stay away from the topic of religion as long as I don't flaunt my gay-ness. (i.e. no gay kissing, talking about my love life or boyfriend, no glitter eyeshadow)

My room has a few things I wasn't able to pack last time, so I go up now with Tyler to collect them.

"So this is what it looks like in here." Tyler eyes the colorful dinosaurs and rainbow on the walls. "Your heterosexuality just shines through."

I slap his arm playfully and plop down on my bed, savoring what'll probably be the last time I lay on Mattressy (yes, he has a name). "Ty-Ty, come lay with me."

"No."

I pout and whine, "But why not?"

"Because you'll try to seduce me into having sex with you in your old room and I don't want your parents to hate me even more."

Pondering his answer, I nod my head. "True, smart idea."

Tyler grins and jumps on the bed next to me. "Are you happy with your family's no-god-no-gay rule?"

"If it means I'll still be introduced as their son on family picnic days, then yes." I kiss Tyler.

He pulls on my lip with his teeth, making me groan. "Now who's seducing who?"

Tyler laughs. "Shut up and kiss me."

Don't need to tell me twice.