I hopped up, putting my cereal on the coffee table. I rushed to my room, quickly grabbed a thick blanket and wrapped it around my waist. There was one more knock at the door and a dashed to the door and opened it, out of breath.
“Hey, did I wake you?” Steve asked. I shook my head and smiled.
“Come in,” I said, opening the door wider and moving out of the way for him. He kicked off his shoes and sat down beside me.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem!” I grinned, pulling my cereal onto my lap. “So how’s your brother and sister?” I asked. He sighed and set his head on my shoulder.
“I can barely breath around them! I had to sneak out to see you… I’m a 20 year old man… and I had to sneak out to see my boyfriend,” he sighed. I frowned but shoveled some Fruit Loops into my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I frowned. “Why are they like that, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“When I was younger, anyone that I met-friends, boyfriends, girlfriends from before I realized, strangers-they’d all somehow make me really upset. All my friends ditched me after everyone started making fun of me and calling me a queer and bashing on the for hanging out with me, boyfriends used me, I’ve been beaten by strangers and shit. It’s just not good,” he chuckled. “Well, I guess they don’t really trust me with anyone besides family, rendering me with no life,” he sighed.
“Oh, that sucks some mega giraffe abortions,” I said.
“Uh, giraffe abortions?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, unborn giraffe fetuses,” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you know what an abortion is?” I said. He just laughed and shook his head.
“You’re something else, Adam,” he smiled.
“Yeah well,” I shrugged.
“So how’s Alice doing?” he asked me. I groaned and put my head on his.
“She’s good alright, man I missed you yesterday,” I frowned.
“Sorry, Lilian wouldn’t let me,” he said. “What happened?”
“Okay, I get in the car and she’s like ‘it’s been a while since I’ve seen you!’ and I’m like ‘that’s cause you’ve been seeing everyone else.’ So she’s like ‘oh well you had Steve, you don’t need me!’ and I was like ‘pfftt—yeah, I do, I always need you!” and then she like went off on me, saying how I was always relying on her and how she doesn’t have time for herself cause she’s always taking care of me and that’s not true! She was never there when I needed her! She wasn’t there when I got my ass kicked by anyone, when my parents kicked my ass, she just watched! She was at our grandparents house when--!” I stopped myself, holding my breath. “Anyways,” I said, trying to push away those flash backs with a spine quaking cringe, “when I finally got her back from all the bad times, I didn’t want to let her go because all the good things happened around her.”
“Damn…” Steve trailed. “Your parents… beat you?” he asked. I nodded. “Why!” he nearly shouted, his head shooting up like a rocket and hitting me accidentally, but he didn’t seem to notice as he looked at me wide-eyed.
“Well… they only planned on having one little gift from God, Alice. When I came as a surprise, they saw me as a little devil and they hated me, er, that’s what I think,” I told him with a frown.
“What else did they do to you?” he asked.
“I’d rather not think of it,” I chuckled nervously.
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Adam+Steve (On Hold)
Teen Fiction"'God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve you fucking fag!' Someone screamed at me for the third time that morning, throwing their trash at me. I had stopped trying to fight back, I was tired of it but that meant nothing." Adam Henley is one o...
