Conner's In The Closet

Burn

I woke up on Saturday, memory of last night still stuck in my brain.

I wish it lasted forever.

I checked my phone

Tato: Morning sunshine 💛🌻
Conner: Good morning :)

I sighed and jumped out of bed.

"Morning, Mum!" I yelled running downstairs for breakfast, my brother Ryan already sitting at the table.

"Someone's up early." She replied smiling.

"Mum, it's 9."

"Well, that's pretty early for you." Ryan snickered.

I rolled my eyes and started helping Mum with breakfast. Cracking eggs, making toast, spreading jelly, taking the bacon out of the oven. Etc.

"So... Mom. We should talk."
"About?"
"Well... I... About me."
" Yes...?"
"How would you feel if I liked boys?"
"... Excuse me? Conner Howell are you telling me you're gay?"
"Uh, n-no. I was speaking metaphorically." Pans...
"Oh, then I'd feel betrayed, and I'd make sure you know you're going to Hell." She said plainly.

I stood wide eyed. I turned to my mom, "Oh."

Ryan was to my mom's back, giving her the middle finger.

Ryan is Androgynosexual. (Don't know what that is? Google it.)

I set all of our plates down.

"I don't see anything wrong with it." Ryan shrugged.

"Well, good thing you're a kid."

"I'm 18." He rolled his eyes. Ryan could get away with a lot, but I breathe and get grounded for a month.

"You're a kid as long as you live in this house."

"Then I can't wait to move away," He laughed, "so sick of you cunts..."

"I-I... Me too.."
My mom turned to me, eyes like piercing daggers.

I left my breakfast and started out the front door. Knowing it'd be best to get out the house before my mom could hold me accountable for what I just said.

I went to the park where Tato kissed me last night. Such a weird feeling. What are we now? He never really asked me out. But I'm guessing that kiss meant something.

"Hey Conner!" A friend yelled jogging up to me.

"Nala! You're exercising?"

"Hell no! I saw a butterfly and started chasing it. Do I look like one to exercise?"

I laughed and shook my head.

"You looked bummed, what's up?'

"Homophobic mom, very homo son."

"Ah, I see. Tell her to suck a fat one. With love, Nala."

"Pfft, no!"

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I came back into my house and stretched. It was about 5 now. So my mom should be cool. I gave her plenty of time.

Bing

Tato: Conner say smthn in chat
💖Shortie🌈: Hey
💖Shortie🌈:Aw... Wait I'm not that short!
Tato: U rlly are
💖Shortie🌈:Now u talk!!
Fryy💋:..
💖Shortie🌈: you've evolved!!!
Fryy💋: ... I hate/love you so much 😂😂
💖Shortie🌈: I love you too! 😭❤❤
Fryy💋: Babe I gtg. Parents are douches
💖Shortie🌈: kk. Baiii!
Fryy💋: 💖

I sighed and put my phone on the charger.

"Conner...?" The door creaked.
"Yeah mom?"
"What's this!?" My mom asked holding up a script of "The Gay Parade".
"It's-uh, a play the art club is working on... For the GSA..." I swallowed hard (A/N of course you did).
"Look, I know there's no way in Hell your straight. I hate it , I don't agree with it, but I'm not gonna disown you or anything. I just think it's wrong, and fags go to Hell. There's not much I can do about it."

I sighed and rolled over on my bed. Still upset that she just can't accept who I am. But at least I'm still her kid.