Craig's POV
"Stan!" I exclaim rushing over to him and putting my hands on his shoulder, bouncing excitedly.
"What?" He asks, chuckling slightly, turning to face me and put his arm around me.
"C'mon!!" I exclaim pulling him along.
"Craig I have to go to Kyle's to work on a project..." Stan responds, kissing my cheek
"Stannnnn! You never wanna hang out..." I fake sniffle and put my head on his chest. "You make me think you're cheating on meee..." I sigh
"You know I'm not. Kyle just cares about his grades and wants an A on the dumb project" He responds
"You can't set aside some time for your boyfriend?" I ask
"Does it really mean that much that I hang out with you?" He asks
"I miss my boyfriend and I wanna play with you and cuddle..." I answer
"Tomorrow we can hang out, Kyle and I will finish the project today, it's already almost done" Stan suggests
"You promise?" I ask
"I promise" he holds his pinky out to pinky promise with me, I smile and intertwine our pinkies. He smiles and gives me a quick 'see you later' kiss and walks the other way.
I go home and start working in the basement, working on our play place for tomorrow. Whilst I'm working for a few hours my phone goes off.
Stan: We just finished our project babe
Craig: Okay, I'm working on some stuff in my basement for us to play in tomorrow!
Stan: Want me to come over and help you?
Craig: No! It's gonna be a surprise!
Stan: Okay, I'll be at home.
Craig: I was thinking of telling my parents about us...
Stan: Don't do that till I'm with you...
Craig: Why?
Stan: Just encase...
Craig: I'm telling them tonight.
Stan: Craig... let me be there with you.
Craig: Is it that important to you?
Stan: Yes.
Craig: Okay, You can come over for dinner and we'll tell them.
Stan: I'll be over in a few.
At dinner, Stan and I sat next to each other. Holding each other's hands beneath the table, though I pull my hand away because I don't want to make them suspicious before I tell them.
"So... Stan." Mom starts "You've certainly gotten to be one of Craig's close friends lately" she states
"Yeah, He's a good guy" Stan responds, him and I make eye contact for a quick moment.
"I'm glad to see my boy is hanging around someone like yourself" she states, causing me to give her a confused look.
"How so?" Stan asks, probably just as confused as I.
"You seem like a good kid, someone who wouldn't get him into bad things" Mom answers
"Well he made laser-" "Shh..." Stan cuts me off "I'm so glad to have Craig too so I guess we were just lucky when we found each other" He adds
"Sounds gay" Dad says
"I'm in." I add to his statement, his head shoots up and he gives me a confused glare
"What?" He asks, Stan and I look at each other, then back at him.
"Oh. Craig and I are boyfriends." Stan states, as though it's nothing.
"What?!" Dad glares at me "He's joking, right?" He asks me, and it hits me as to why Stan wanted to be here for this. Mom looks surprised yet happy, my dad looks almost... angry.
"Yep!" I say as happily as I allow myself "Stan and I are dating, he's my boyfriend, I'm gay." I answer to my dad, he rolls his eyes and continues eating, as guilt knocks into me.
"Oh I'm so proud of my baby!" Mom exclaims, getting up to hug Stan and I. Which makes me feel slightly better. My dad doesn't say anything, He just gets up and puts his plate in the kitchen, next to the sink. Then walks up to his room. My mom sighs and goes back to her spot.
"I'm sorry boys. He isn't very... comfortable... around people of your... sexuality" Mom looks down and continues eating.
"Is there something wrong with me?" I ask, which makes mom and Stan both tense up in surprise and look at me.
"Craig!" Mom exclaims
"No... Mrs. Tucker... can I answer this?" Stan asks
"Sure." She gives Stan a reassuring look.
"Craig... there is nothing wrong with you, your brain is not messed up, this is a completely normal thing, and yeah some people will discriminate, but it's who you are, they can't change how you think or who you're into, it shouldn't matter to them but most of the time they view us as sinners and they call us things that they shouldn't. it's none of their business, but people like to make their opinions about it vocal, so you're not the problem, the people against us are the problem." Stan explains, I nod and hug him tightly.
"Well said, Stan" Mom notes, I nuzzle myself into Stan's chest, it's not my fault I'm gay, it's society's fault for seeing it as a bad thing... one of Stan's arms wraps around me and holds me securely.
"Thank you" I say to Stan, pulling out of his grasp and continuing to eat.
Mom smiles "You chose a good boyfriend"
"I didn't chose anything, I just fell in love" I tell her, looking at Stan and giving him a smile.
After dinner, Stan and I go up to my room, of course, leaving the door open. We sit on the side of my bed next to one another.
"See why I told you I wanted to be here?" He asks
"Yeah... I didn't view my parents hating it as a possibility..." I answer
"Why? You know about homosexuality right?" Stan asks
"I never cared enough to look into it, my mentality of it was 'I like boys.' I didn't view it as 'I like boys, you might hate it but that's how it's gonna be, and I have to battle haters for the rest of my life'" I shrug
"We have to deal with them, but as long as I'm with you I think we can get past it..." Stan responds
"Me too. I've found love. I don't care if it's with a boy or a girl, I found true, love." I take his hand and kiss it, Putting my head on his shoulder, he puts his head on top of mine. His hand is pulled from mine and put it around my waist. All of my feelings are gone, there's no guilt, no shame. I'm just human. I'm a boy, in love with another boy.
~Time Skip~
The next day, I skipped on school to finish setting up my basement, since Stan offset my plans. I went out and got another space suit for Stan. I fold them neatly and put them on the couch.
Stan: Are you sick today?
Craig: No, I'm just finishing our playroom for after school..
Stan: Okay, Do you want me to come over after school then?
Craig: Stop off at home so your parents know where you are first.
Stan: Okay, I'll see you then babe.
Craig: I love you
Stan: I love you too
I put a few black sheets up and splattered white paint over them to look like stars. Once I finish the area the doorbell rings and I run upstairs to get it. Stan is standing there with a bouquet of flowers.
"For you, my prince." He kneels down and holds them out for me. I take them with a blush and giggle
"Well aren't you romantic..." I state, taking him by the hand and pulling him up to my height to kiss him.
"So, Can I see what you've been working on in the basement?" Stan asks
I put the flowers on the end table and take his hand, pulling him into the house, he takes his shoes off and I get him downstairs, he looks around, somewhat amazed.
"I could've helped you with this..." He turns to face me, I'm holding a helmet and the neatly folded spacesuit out to him.
"Wanna explore with me?" I ask, He smiles and takes the suit and helmet, putting them on.
"Yes." He answers, I put my own suit and helmet on.
"How did you know what size I was..?" Stan asks
"I asked your mom." I answer "Now. Let's play" I add
Stan and I start playing in space, jumping across different planets and shooting at different aliens. We end up making out on the couch that I turned into our rocket to go to different planets. How we ended up with our helmets off, on the couch kissing, but we did. I can't say I hate it.
I pull away "Stan... what if the aliens are watching?"
"Let them." Stan answers, and with that we continue.
The door opens, we are too immersed in our moment to notice. We get to continue our kisses, which turn into bite like kisses, though our kisses turn passionate and deep.
"MOMMMM CRAIG'S BEING GAY IN THE BASEMENT!!!" Tricia exclaims, I wince and we pull apart. Stan and I look at each other. Then giggle. Tricia wasn't at dinner last night, so she doesn't know about me being gay.
"Craig!! Is Stan over?!" Mom exclaims
"Yeah!!" I answer
"Hello Mrs. Tucker!!!" Stan exclaims
Tricia comes back to the door and down the stairs, sitting by the couch. Stan rolls so he's next to me on the couch, he's laying vertically and I'm laying horizontally. We're both looking at Tricia.
"So, how long have you been a fag?" Tricia asks
"He isn't a fag, he's gay." Stan states
"Okay. How long have you been gay?" She re-asks
"About a few months." I answer
"Craig has been gay his whole life." Stan answers
"We've been together for months..." I look at Stan
"But you've been gay your whole life, even if you didn't know beforehand" Stan states
"You're such a smart boy" I turn his head toward mine and kiss him softly.
"Ewwww!!!" Tricia exclaims, I pull back and look at Tricia.
"It's not gross, one day you'll find a boy you'll want to kiss, or a girl." I wink with the last part.
"I'm not gay!" She exclaims
"It's fine if you are." Stan states
"No, I'm not gonna be a disappointment to dad." She responds
I tense up "I'm not a disappointment..."
"Dad was bitching to mom all day, about how much of a disappointment you are." Tricia glares at me
"I've been here all day, he has not." I glare back at her
"He still fucking hates you." Tricia says
"I know." I respond "and I don't care" I add
"You don't care about what dad thinks?" Tricia asks
"No. I don't. Dad can't change me, I'm in love." I state.
"That's gross" Tricia states, standing up and walking away
"Well, half my family hates me." I state.
"Do you care?" Stan asks
"Not in the slightest." I answer
