It was a Friday afternoon. Exactly a month after I'd met my now boyfriend Joaquin, in a back-alley behind a drive-in. Classy huh? Things were going amazingly, even though he lived the opposite side of Riverdale, he rode over every day just to see me and he couldn't be more attentive or affectionate. Plus he was a fucking incredible kisser...and other things.
"I love you baby," murmured Joaquin seductively into my ear. We were cuddled up on my couch, he was laying on my chest, curled up on top of me, as he's shorter, which is just the cutest thing. Looking at him, he seems pretty tough because of what he wears and how he acts but he truly is like a little puppy deep down.
"I love you too," I stroked his hair and planted a delicate kiss on his forehead. "But we really should get going, my dad will be home any minute now."
I still hadn't come out to my dad, I wasn't sure how he'd respond. He'd always seemed to have very clear views of what he thought was right and what was wrong. He was also a devout Christian and very old-fashioned in his ways which I hated. I just didn't want to lose him as a father if it went wrong and he didn't accept me for who I was, he was really all I had since mum didn't live with us anymore, and even though I knew I should just be honest; I couldn't risk him turning against me.
"Just tell him you're gay, I'm sure he'll be fine about it. I mean, he's probably guessed by now anyway," sighed Joaquin, grudgingly moving off of me on the couch so that we could get ready to leave.
"Look I'm not ready ok? I don't know how he'll be so can we just leave this?"
"I'm sorry baby, I just want to be able to show off my preppy to the world."
That line made me weak; I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to me once again in a long, deep, passionate kiss. When we'd finished he was breathless, his hair disheveled and he was grinning down from on top of me.
"How did I get so lucky?"
"I am quite a catch." I joked, rolling my eyes. He pushed me playfully and then we somehow ended up falling to the floor roughly, having a mini wrestling match in the middle of my living room.
Shocking me back to reality, the front door of the house shut with a bang. I hurriedly pushed Joaquin off of me, stood up and fixed my hair.
"Kevin?"
My dads voice sailed through the house to the living room where I stood hastily with Joaquin awkwardly at my side.
"Yeah Dad, in here."
I didn't really know what I was doing, but I could hardly hide my boyfriend under the dining room table, or force him to climb out the window within a matter of a couple of seconds. So there it was, I accepted it. My dad was probably going to accidentally meet my boyfriend.
His greying head poked around the door.
"Hey son, I've just got to pop out again but though I'd just check in to see you, got a work party tonig- who's this?"
He eyed Joaquin suspiciously before entering the room.
"Um hey Dad, this is my..." I struggled for words. What did I introduce him as? My boyfriend? My friend? Classmate? Working-on-a-very-important-school-project-together?
"Friend," Joaquin interrupted with a smile, he held out his hand for my dad to shake. "Joaquin DeSantos."
I glanced gratefully at him, Dad seemed hesitant but accepted him and shook his hand, he seemed to be buying it... I think.
"Right, ok..nice to meet you I guess. 'Joaquin' did you say?"
"Yes Sir."
"Right, yes...ok...look I really need to get going if I'm going to be at this work party on time. Kevin, I'll see you later."
He left the room almost immediately in a very odd manner. Joaquin looked at me questionably, raising his eyebrows; I shrugged, I had no clue what was going on.
It was strange though. Why did he seem in such a hurry? He hadn't he figured out that we were boyfriends right? Surely not.
A/N: this is just the first part to the whole 'coming out' storyline so this will be continued very soon, especially as it's now the weekend and I actually have the time to write! Thank you to everyone who's read and voted for this, much love to you all x x
