Not Quite Sure Yet

Chapter 35

Dear Joey,

"Are you sure you want me to come in with you?" I asked, leaning back against my bike nervously. I wasn't good with people, so I doubt me talking to his already angry parents will help anything. If anything I will make it worse. I could just feel it. I looked up and down the street we had parked in nervously, eyes flitting from left to right. 

"Yes." Duke sighed, running his hands through his hair. "They will just tear me apart if you aren't there. They're really good at that." 

 "But I doubt your boyfriend being there when you tell your parents you are gay would end well." I explained. "Especially when your boyfriend is me." 

Duke rolled his eyes. "And why is that?" He asked sarcastically. I sighed. 

I gestured to my body. "The mayors son and the towns mysterious bad boy? Yeah, that'll end really well." 

Dukes eyes softened and his shoulders slumped. "Please?" He said quietly. I felt my argument crumbling at his defeated expression. "I need you there. I can't break down in front of them, I can't. They will scream and tell me horrible things. They will send me away to get fixed, I know they will. Please, Cole. I need you."

His shoulders started to shake slightly, and I pulled him into my chest, rubbing circles in his back. 

"Of course, baby." I gave in, desperate for Duke to stop crying. "Of course, I'm sorry. I was being selfish. Of course I will support you." 

The blond nodded and tucked his head into chest further, tears gradually drying up. I held him until the shaking stopped, till he pressed a gentle kiss to my chest. As he pulled out, I grabbed his chin gently and made him look up at me. Dukes beautiful eyes were clouded by unshed tears, outlined in crimson. My heart dropped at his terrified expression, angry that my beautiful, happy boy could ever look so broken. And it was all because of his uncaring, asshole parents.

"Baby." I whispered to him, not letting his gaze go. "Listen to me. It doesn't matter what they say. We are not wrong, we are not disgusting or unnatural. We are us. We are staying together, yeah?" Duke nodded weakly. I brushed away a stray tear with my thumb, smiling softly at him. "If they don't approve, which, lets be honest, is highly possible, you can just get the fuck out that house. Come stay with me, my mom would be over the bloody moon." I shuddered at the thought. "Oh God, she'd probably jump for fucking joy. I'm not kidding," I dead panned.  "she actually jumps when shes happy. And squeals. Its fucking scary."

Duke chuckled, mood brightening. He resumed his previous position of wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest, however this time he was smiling softly. And people say girls have mood swings, guys are fucking worse.  

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Duke took a deep breath and pushed the door open, offering his parents no way of knowing he was home. As if on cue, a shrill voice ran through the grand hallway, making me jump slightly. 

"Duke?" The voice demanded. "Is that you?" The sound of heels slapping the floor grew closer, until a tall, thin woman appeared. She had blond hair, dyed lighter than Dukes, cut into a short, harsh bob. Her lips were painted with red, her dull brown eyes lined in black liner. The woman's heels looked positively painful, like some instrument of torture, and she wore a fitted black skirt suit thing. It looked fucking uncomfortable. In fact, everything about this woman looked uncomfortable and stern, every single part of her appearance was harsh and straight, missing the soft curves of most women. In other words, Duke's mother was the complete opposite of my mother. 

"Duke," She repeated, eyes running over my leather jacket and few visible tattoos. Her mouth twisted into a sneer of distaste. "Who is this?" She knew exactly who I was of course, she had to. The mayors wife knew everything and everybody, and it wouldn't surprise me if she helped Nicole publicly humiliate me.