MCPRICELEY - Ding Dong!

Chapter 7: Nail Polish

   "Why would she do this?" I asked Connor, who put his phone away. "I'm afraid I don't know..But, Chris has something exciting to tell us..I'm kind of praying it's about James," He inserted a laugh.
   "Chris is very adorable, I'm surprised it hasn't happened already.." I commented, sitting on a bench, tired of riding my bike. He quickly parked his bike and sat down, too.
I happened to look at Connor staring off into the distance. Maybe he was kind of cute.
Chris came running up to us, a huge smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
   "When I went to the movies, James told me I looked beautiful and gave me flowers. Oh, my gosh!" Chris squealed, grabbing Connor's hands. I jumped up and down with the other two, excited.
    "So, you admit you have a crush on him?" Connor asked, a teasing grin on his face. "Was it not obvious?" Chris responded, sniffing his flowers.
   "Those are so pretty!" I complimented, shaking him back and forth. "Thanks, Kevin!"
   "Did you get your hot hair gel, Kevin?" Chris asked without thought. I could that Connor grinned at Chris, nodding quickly.
   "Oh, he did purchase that hot hair gel!" Connor winked at me. Oh, my gosh. Why is he trying so hard. All he has to do is ask me out. I can't tell if he's just being funny or if he actually is flirting with me.
    "Guys, why do you guys nonstop flirt with me?" I questioned, smiling at their flirtatiousness. "I'm not flirting, I'm being friendly.." Chris patted me on the back. "I'm flirting with you because..Ahh.." Connor was interrupted by his own realization, I guess.           "can I do your nails?" He blurted out at me, taking my hands and examining them.
    I just looked at the remaining sparkle in Connor's eyes. "Y-Yeah, of course.." Dang it, now my dad is gonna be questioning me.
    "Bye!" Chris called with a smile, as we rode our bikes back to my house.
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  "What color?" He asked me, looking through his collection of polish. "Blue, please.." I ordered, excited and scared for whatever the reaction is. "Oh, manly.." He murmured with a teasing grin. While he painted my nails, I viewed his face. Is that creepy? I mean, I'm not gay. I'm not against being gay, but I don't think- Oh, did he just flip his hair? That's hot! Looks like I'm gay, then.
    "Your nails are so pretty. I bite all of mine off.." He commented, still painting strokes. I chuckled, blowing at the nails. Once they were dry, I fluffed his hair. "Your hair is really nice, too. I don't understand why you're so weird about yourself.." I reassured him, getting close to his face with a smile.
    "That's gay.." Connor responded, beginning to eye my hands again. "Hi, boys, wanna watch the football game with me?" My dad walked in, plopping onto the couch.
    "No, thank you, sir. I'm not into sports.." Connor mentioned, an uncomfortable grin on his face. "Why is there a ton of nail polish?" He questioned, as I started to collect all of the nail polish, putting it in Connor's bag.
   I flashed my nails at my dad, who just looked a little surprised. Then, I remembered my mom. No, no, no. I have to tell him.
    "Dad, I need to tell you something.." I sat on the couch next to him, Connor following after he got everything together.
   "I saw mom with another man at the park. Don't worry, I told her how wrong it was..and.." I began to trail off.
    My dad just sat there with a scarred expression. He didn't move. "Sir, are you alright?" Connor asked, scooting closer to him and me.
    "I just-Why would she do that? She was the- The love of my life! I switched my b-believes for her.. How did this- When did I fail her?" He covered his face with hands, Kevin giving his dad a hug.
   "As a trained Church Missionary, I just wanted to say that God made your wife for a reason. She left a scar in your life, so you'd learn to love someone even better. You didn't fail her, sir. She failed you. But, it'll all be okay because one day you'll find somebody who truly loves you, and wants to be with you for the rest of their life. Not everyone gets a wake up call like this. God thought you were special and deserved a reason to love more than what you knew. Don't blame God, blame the devil for this heartbreak. God will help you get better, sir. He will send someone else for you!" Connor told him, eventually giving him a hug.
I joined the hug, tightening it. He then spotted my nails, I guess, because he pushed me away. "Your nails! They're painted sparkly blue!" He hollered. I looked at them for a second. "Yeah, dad, I already mentioned them.." I responded, agitated in the slightest bit.
"Who did this?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Connor, please do not say it was you. "O-Oh, I did, sir.." it was evident he held fear in his eyes.
"Kevin, are you okay? Are you mentally ill?" My dad began rambling on. I knew this would happen. "I'm not mentally ill. Connor wanted to paint my nails, so I let him. No big deal. It comes off," I answered, wrapping an arm around my friend.
"You're gay, aren't you?" He asked me, shock in his face. "No, dad, I'm not. This was just something I allowed Connor to do to be..funny.." I looked over at Connor, who knew what I was doing and nodded his head.
"Oh, you had me worried, Kevin. I don't want you to end up like.. You know.. Granted, you are my son.." He went into something, but I wasn't paying attention. I just saw a tear come out of Connor's eye, looking down at the ground. I put my hand on his shoulder, and we decided to go to my room.
"I'm so sorry, Connor. I have a confession! I'm gay. I lied to him to protect me.. Do you think God is mad?" I asked him, hugging my knees. "Lying is okay if it means protecting yourself.." Connor mentioned to me, trying to make myself feel better.
"Can I do something?" I asked, taking his hands in mine. "Uh, sure," he looked kind of uncomfortable, but like he really enjoyed having his hands held.
"Can I take you out on a date, please? I need to confirm my gayness," I laughed, squeezing his hand.
"Um, of course! It's not everyday a hot guy asks me out.. Or a guy in general.." Connor responded, a huge blush on his face. I can't believe this. I mean, I figured he would say yes because he's always flirting with me, but there was a small feeling he was just joking.
"I don't know you well, so I wanna know you better.. What's your favorite song? Mine is A Whole New World!" I asked him, trying to start something.
"My favorite song is Fabulous from High School Musical.." He did a weird dance move to signify that he was fabulous. "Can I touch your hair?" He asked me, a look of embarrassment on his face. Connor got closer to me, signing with relief as he put his hands through my hair. "I freaking knew it would feel this good.. Your hair is too hot.." Connor continued to run his hands through it, a smile on his face.
    "Whoa, that could be taken many different ways," I responded, taking his hands in my own.
"What's going on here?" My dad barged in, holding a bowl of popcorn in his hand. "Oh, I was consoling Connor because his.." I was begging the other for help. "Because my grandpa died. So tragic.." Connor nodded to himself, very unconvincingly.
My dad grabbed Connor and looked at him for many intense seconds. Then, he put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to need the two of you out of the house.. Kevin, you're my son, so I still love you. I just need to think about all of this..So, leave, now.." He slightly pushed me out of my own bedroom door.
"Can we go to your house or something?"
"No.."