The Odd Life of Tyler Jones: Freshman Year

Our Family Meeting and Then Some...

I sat down right next to my little sister. She held me tight, because she knew what was coming next.

Dad stood up yelling, "Why did your mom receive a call from the school?"

I responded back, "It wasn't my fault, it was a Austin, he-". I was cut off by my dad, "Oh, please, Austin is one if the best kids in your school. Why would he do something that ebook to you?"

"Because he hates me!", I yelled back.

"Why does he hate you!?", he questions me.

"Because, I'm gay!", I yelled back in defense, not even realizing that I told my dad that I was gay.

"Your what?", his voice settled to a calm, but deadly sound.

I shivered, my sister held me tight. "I'm gay, dad, mom, both of you, yes I'm gay."

"You are not allowed to be in this house if you are gay, Tyler.", my mom ran crying to her room. I assumed.

She came back downstairs, pointing a gun at me. "Whoa, mom calm down.", I begged.

She still had the gun pointing at me. My sister ran behind me screaming. "Go get your clothes, and get out of my house!", she yelled.

"But mom, where am I supposed to go?"

"I don't care, just get out of my house, you fag."

I ran to my room obeying my mother. I packed my clothes in my band bag, and walked to my front door. My sister came trailing behind crying, "Bubba, where you going?"

"I'm just leaving for a little while, Alyssa, I promise that I'll be back.", I promise, grabbing her pinky.

Before, I open the door, I turn around to see my mom pointing the gun at me yelling, "Get out, gay demon!" Along with her was my dad screaming, "I hope you die, you fucking fag!"

I turned back towards the door crying. I walk through the door. I turn around while still on the yard. My mom starts shooting the gun at my feet. My sister cries and screams, "Tyler, don't go!"

I tear up again running off of the yard.

No one loves me.

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I trail on my street, kicking rubble along the sidewalk. Then, I see a bright yellow house. It looks like how Mr. Townsend described it. I start walking onto the yard. Reaching for the door, I hear a dog barking from his backyard. I ring the door bell.

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  The red-headed man that always makes me smile answers the door, not wearing anything but his boxers, I stare at his six-pack, he snaps his fingers to attract my attention. I look up to see his smile, but this time, I don't see a smile, but a look of confusion.

"Tyler? Why are you at my house at 8 o'clock at night?", he asks.

I hang my head down to give him a sympathetic expression.

"Oh, why aren't you at your house eating dinner? Have you eaten dinner?", he questions me. I shake my head. "Oh, well come inside, we were just getting ready to go to bed." He gestures inside his house to his kitchen. It's a big kitchen. Like my house. Well, I guess it should be since we both live in the same suburbs.

He gestures to where I will sleep, until I can get ready to go back home. "John, I don't think I am going home, ever.", I answer his question, before he could manage to get it out of his mouth. He grabs my bags and throws them onto the bed. He caresses my head, telling me, "It's gonna be ok. Just relax."

"Mr. Townsend aren't you 10 years older than me?"

He answers, "No, I'm only 5 years older than you, Tyler."

"What, you lied about your age?"

   He puts his finger on my mouth, and tells me to shut up and relax.

So, I relax.

He lands his lips on mine and I fall back onto the bed. He lands on top of me, still touching my lips with his. So, this is what it feels like to make out with a guy. It feels way much better than a girl. I think to myself, wondering if this is legal.

***

When I wake up, Mr. Townsend's clock reads 5 o'clock. I try to move, but his arm is preventing that, since its wrapped around my waist.

When I managed to get out of his grasp, I realize that I'm in nothing, but my boxers. I see my clothes scattered all over the floor. No, I did not just have sex with Mr. Townsend. That would be illegal.

"So, how was your sleep?", he asks me as he wakes up.

"I don't know, it depends.", I begin the question, raging through my mind, "Did we just...do it?"

"Oh no, I would never do that to a minor.", he answers alarmed.

"Oh, then how come my clothes are all over the floor?", I question.

"You threw them on the floor, trying to get sex out of me. I'm guessing you were extremely sleepy? ", he questions laughing at the thought.

"Uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure that happened, because I turn really different when I'm sleepy enough.", I laugh at the thought too.

He caresses my head again, giving me a little peck on my lips.

Are we dating? Does he love me? Is this real life? Did I actually have sex with a 19 year old teacher? I have so much questions to be answered. I need to tell Ashley and Jessica about everything from yesterday and last night.

"So, you remember last night, Mr. Townsend? Y'know, about your age?", I question yelling.

"Yeah!", he yells, mostly because he's in the shower.

"Well, is it true that you're 19?", I ask.

"Yeah, so like I took 3 step-up programs in high school, so I was a junior when I was in my freshman year. Then, I took duel-enrollment, my senior year, and that covered my bachelor's degree. So, now I'm here, teaching you guys."

"Oh, that's so cool.", I tried to sound enthusiastic about his knowledge, but I was really amused.

The shower stopped, he came out of the bathroom in only a towel covering his...uh...spot. Then, he came near me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I was frozen the whole time. He asked me if I was okay.

"Uh, yeah, just zoned out, for a sec."

"Oh, well ok. You might want to start getting ready.", he pushed me into his bathroom. And started the shower.