Gays Are (Not?!?) Okay

Chapter Three: Dinner and Dat Ass

Camden's POV:

I was on the balcony of my room. It was facing the backyard, so I had protection from people while I smoked a cigarette.

I'd gotten fed up with Cecilia. She hadn't even meant to, but I'd been in the Kitchen, and she had been putting dishes in the dishwasher. (She was one of the housekeepers.)

She was bending down. That was a trigger to look straight at her ass. I'd done it already, like, five times, and I didn't want to get caught. So I'd come up here to smoke.

2 cigarettes later, heard a car pull into our driveway. I quickly ran into the house and gargled some mouth wash before spraying myself with some perfume - destroy all evidence. (Don't smoke kids, bad for your lungs.) Dashing down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of the door opening before my vision was cut off.

30 seconds later, I walked in on a full grown man...kissing my mothers feet. Richard looked just about as dumbfounded as I felt, but I didn't show it. As he stood back up, I noticed a girl behind him. One word: yum.

"Pastor Terrance, this is my daughter, Camden." My mum said, gesturing at me.

I'd pulled my hair up in a pony tail so that the whole blue hair factor wouldn't have an immediate effect, since most religious people didn't like it when people dyed their hair.

With a tight smile, I told him, "You can call me Cam, Mr. Tottle." Inwardly, I laughed. Terrance Tottle.

"Annie! This is my wife; Lucy; and my daughter; Emma," he said proudly.

Me and Lucy shook hands and exchanged hello's. When I stood in front of Emma, reality hit and I realized how short and petite and girly she was. 'Nope, definitely not gay.' I thought.

"Hullo." She said. Her eyes were wide as they stared at my nose ring.

"Hey. I'm Camden. Call me Cam." I said.

"Cam. I'm Emma." She practically whispered. Yeesh. Mum wasn't kidding when she said shy.

Dinner was way too quiet. And we prayed. Never before had we prayed, and I was afraid that at some point during the prayer I was going to burst into flames.

All throughout our meal, I kept sneaking glances at Emma. It was hard not to. At one point I thought she was looking at me, but if she was she looked away.

After desert, the pastor exclaimed, "Alrighty, Mr. and Mrs. Strangelove, lets talk business."

"Yes, of course!" My mum practically yelled back. "Cecilia! Clean off the table now."

"Yes ma'am."

Cecilia walked in and bent down and managed to expose her ass to all of us while getting table spray out of the cabinet.

Quickly, I turned away and concealed my arousal by taking a sip of my coke.

Only to see the pastor's daughter bite her lip and look directly at Cecilia's ass. Her eyes darkened and everything.

Everything.

Lemme tell you something. I was NOT expecting that.

So naturally I spit out my drink into my cup and coughed like a person with tuberculosis.

Emma's eyes widened and she looked at me with a holy-shit-I'm-so-fucking-screwed look.

"Oh! What's happened?" Lily cried out.

"Just choked." I coughed out. Emma and I were staring at each other like we were seeing ghosts.

"Alrighty," my mum began, "Cam, why don't you show Emma around. She'll be staying here for two nights!" All the grown ups looked at each other like it was great news. Emma's face went even paler than it was before.

"Okay." I said, faking the non-chalance that had gotten me through middle school.

And when the parents left, and we started walking - absolutely silently, very far away from all bitchy adults - I was about to yell one of my oh so famous, "ce qui la baise's," when Emma did the thing that I least expected her to do.

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Hi. So, a slight cliffhanger. Anyone else like cliffhangers? I love cliffhangers - when I already know what happens. ;)

(Ce qui la baise means what the fuck in French)