Dying to Live

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Foster's point of view~

"Hey Papaw, hi Nana!" I hug my grandparents tight. I missed them so much! The last time I saw them was last Christmas. It's been a whole year, which I consider much too long.

"Foster Dimitri Graham, is that you under that fine looking young man?" My grandma smiles, kissing my cheek.

She looks to my grandpa who wraps a loving arm around her waist. "Why Amelia, I think it is!"

"I have someone important for you to meet!" I smile nervously. You see the topic of me being gay has never really popped up around my grandparents. I have no clue how they'll act, but how could they not love John?!

He's perfect!

The smile on my grandma's face widens. "Louis Foster has brought a girlfriend!"

My eyes widen. "N-no-"

A strong arm gives me a few pats on the back. "About time Sunny. What's the Lass's name? Where is she?" My grandpa asks, looking around.

I bite my lip.

Don't worry Foster. They love you. Nothing could change that. They'll love John. Everything will be perfect.

I hope.

"Well actually it's not a, uh..heh, she."

There! It's out! You can't take it back Foster. Now open your eyes. You have to see their reaction.

I open my eyes.

"Huh?" He says with an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean it's not a she?"

I take a deep breath and pull John out from behind me (he was scared). "Nana, Papaw, I'd like you to meet John. My boyfriend."

My grandma purses her lips. "A-a boy?"

I look down to see a look if panic on John's face.

All my life I've been perfect. I was the kid who adults would dream about getting. I always did what I was told. My parents' friends would always bring their kids over hoping I'd rub off on them. I knew I was perfect.

And just because I like guys doesn't make me any less perfect.

"N-nice to meet you." John squeaks.

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing! Welcome!" I let out a breath as my Nana hugs John tight, although a disgusted glare from my papaw has me shaking in my sandals.

"Russell!" My grandpa hisses. In a second my dad is next to John and I.

"Hello father, merry Christmas." My dad smiles at his dad.

My grandpa glares him. "Explain this!" Suddenly he's pointing a finger at me.

"Mmmh." My grandmother shakes her head. "Come help me with the cookies boys."

"I love your cooking so much Nana." I smile, shoving another bite of her homemade pizza into my mouth.

"Aww, Foster you're so sweet." She sends a loving smiling my way.

"A little too sweet." My grandpa mutters, not even looking up.

I hear a whimper come from John. This is horrible. I can't imagine what John is thinking. Knowing him he's probably blaming all this on himself. It's no one's fault, my grandpa was just raised in a different time...

He's still my papaw...

"Heh, I suppose that's what you could call it." I smile sadly down at my plate of food.