Awkward (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12

When I got home, it was ten minutes until ten. Everyone was already in their rooms asleep except mom, who was sitting on the couch in the livingroom drinking something and watching tv.

"Hey mom," I said, getting her attention.

"Oh, honey you're home. I was just getting ready to call you in a few minutes if you didn't show up."

I rolled my eyes at her and she just smiled at me. "I'm almost eighteen, mom. I can pretty much take care of myself."

"I know. I just worry. That's my job. Well, I think I'm going to go to bed. You should do the same since you have school tomorrow. Goodnight," she said, standing up.

"Night mom," I said, then walked over to her to give her a hug. "I love you," I said and she smiled up at me.

"I love you too, honey. Now get to bed."

I grinned at her and she walked away, toward the kitchen to put her cup away. I went to my bedroom and shut the door. I wasn't really tired, so I decided to text Sarah. Damien wanted all of us to hang out again, so I was going to ask Sarah if she could this weekend.

Hey, I texted. It took a few minutes for her to reply. I was a little shocked when I opened her message, and it wasn't just a simple reply.

Hey. Remember how we thought you were getting sick? Well I think you gave it to me, jerk. I'm not coming to school tomorrow. Been puking my guts up all day.

Well that sucked. Hopefully she would be better by the weekend.

Oh, that sucks. Hope you're better soon, Damien wanted all of us to hang out again. I was thinking this weekend?

She replied, God I hope I'm better by then. I hate this. It's so gross.

Okay, well I'll check back with you later then, I began typing. All of a sudden I felt really tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now. You probably should too since you're sick.

A few seconds later I got her reply. Ok. Well have fun without me at school. Bye.

I sat my phone on the night stand next to my bed and yawned. I stood up and stripped off my shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers. I got into bed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day at school, Damien was a few minutes late to art class. At  first I began to panick a little. What if he and Sarah both didn't show up? Then I'd be all alone. I made a face before I noticed movement by the door. I looked up and it was Damien. I breathed a sigh of relief.

He noticed Sarah's absence as he walked to our table and gave me a questioning look. I said, "She's sick." Damien just made a face then said, "Oh."

When he made it to the table he sat in her seat across from me instead of his usual seat next to me. The teacher never noticed that Damien was late, so we didn't bring it up. Damien and I just talked all class, not actually getting much work done. I tried multiple times to get him to tell me about his incident at the ocean, but he refused to tell me. He tried to get me to tell him about my problems, though and finally when he asked me one more time I sighed and asked,"You're not going to stop bothering me about it until I tell you, are you?"

"Nope," he replied grinning. He knew I wasn't as stubborn as him. If anything I was more irritable, which he used to his advantage. He knew that if he kept asking about it that I would finally give in out of annoyance. And I did.

"Okay. I guess I'll tell you then," I said, taking a deep breath. "I told my parents about... me. Mom was fine with it. She just wanted to hug me, it was weird. Anyways, dad though I was making a joke or trying to trick him or something, but I told him I wasn't. He told me that no son of his was a faggot, and that I'm not his son because I'm gay. He hates me."