Austin is a 17-year old gay student who moved from San Antonio, Texas to LA with his mom for a fresh start. He's used to get bullied by some of his classmate at his old school for his singing covers on YouTube and he's been abused by his step-dad bo...
(Austin pov) I did my morning routine and put on an outfit.
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I head downstairs and greeted Orlando & T.K. then joined them for a breakfast.
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"Just fyi, Your mom wants us to do a BBQ at 11:57, so just come straight home. Understood?" He informed as we nod.
"But what if we have afterschool program, Or be marked absence in one of our classes?" T.K. ask.
"Well. Tell your friends or teachers you have to help out with gathering so ask them to give you worksheets to do, Or i can drop you off at the school." Orlando explains as T.K. nod, agreeing.
Once we finished breakfast, We wash our dishes and T.K. said bye then went to head out but i stopped him.
"Hold up, I needa talk with Orlando." I told him.
"Okay, Uh, I'll wait for you outside." T.K. informed as i nod and he went out.
As he head out, I decided to have a talk with Orlando his strange yet sympathic reaction to what happened last time at school.
"Yea, What's up?"
"Uh. I wanna know why?"
"Why wait?"
"Why you didn't reacted how I thought you were gonna do." I as he chuckled.
"I asked myself that too." He admit then told me bout his lifestory of how his unable-to-bear towards gays started.
"Despite my loathing for your coyness, I'm willing to maybe try to keep my unable-to-bear aside, Since we both love your mom Michele very, very, very, very, very, much." He said.
"So, Does this mean....we're cool?" I ask.
"Uh......" He said, not knowing how to response.
"You know what, we'll get there eventually, Orlando." I told him.
"Okay, That's good. Bye, F-"
"Sorry bout that." He quickly apologized
"No. II-It's fine, You're trying. Well, bye." I replied, understanding that he's getting used to it.
I head out the door and walked with T.K. at the bus stop.
