The G(r)ay Area

Part Twenty-Two

Part Twenty-Two.

Aiden age 15.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked, tossing my pillows onto my bed.

Lucas nodded and set a box down on the floor. Most of the room was boxes. Only the bed was made. "Always."

"I don't think my dad knew I was gay."

Lucas pulled me down onto the bed. "Why do you say that?"

"We had a fight in the car and he asked me if I even had a girlfriend. No mention of a boyfriend or even if it could be you."

"Some parents have a hard time grasping homosexuality."

"My mom practically knew. But... I have a hard time believing dad didn't."

"Maybe he wanted you to come out and say it. yourself"

I leaned into his side. "We had like nothing in common with each other. No hobbies, no TV shows, not even our personalities."

"It's never something a parent wants to believe. Not that it's a bad thing or they'd hate their child over it."

"Do you think he would have hated me?" Most of my life, I wanted to

Lucas kissed my cheek. "Never."

I wrapped my arms around his middle. "I don't wanna unpack anymore."

"Okay."

"I hate seeing all these boxes."

"Do you want me to unpack for you?"

I looked up at him.

He smiled and kissed me. "Get some sleep. When you wake up, your room will be done for you."

"Thank you."

"I just want you to be happy."

"As long as you're here, I am."

"Aiden, wake up. You have to see this."

I rolled onto my stomach and hid my face in my pillow.

"Aiden, come on."

"Go away."

"No, I'm not leaving until you wake up."

I lifted my head and glared at him. "I just fell asleep."

"You've been asleep for like nine hours, Aid."

"Five more minutes?"

He pulled the blanket off of me and the pillow out from under my head. "No. The time to wake up is now."

I groaned and forced myself to sit up. I looked around the room and my eyes widened. "You did all this in nine hours?"

He nodded. "You slept like a baby."

The room was nice and neat, something I couldn't say about my previous room. The closet had all my clothes in it, hung perfectly. The shoes were lined up below. My computer was on the desk by the window, the pencils and books stacked neatly. Lucas made the room look better than I ever could have.

"This looks amazing. I can't believe it."

"Well believe it because I put a lot of hard work into it."

I pulled him down beside me and kissed him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Are you feeling any better?"

"About ninety-percent. You know what would fix that?"

He pulled away. "No. Not while both our moms are upstairs."

I smiled. "I meant pizza. But that would probably help to."

He blushed. "My bad."

I kissed him again and pulled his phone from his back pocket. "Just pizza, I swear."