The Fosters: A Fanfiction Story

Chapter 6

Lena's POV

Growing up wasn't easy for me. Kids can be cruel. Some kids would pick on me for having big, curly hair. Other kids would pick on me for being biracial. It was really hard to find friends that didn't really care how you looked, but cared about who you were on the inside. I had talk to my dad about the bullying a few times, but once I talked to my mom and all she said was embrace yourself. I understood what she was saying, but I didn't really want to hear that. I wanted her to just hold me and let me cry. My dad helped me to get over it though. 

I was in my senior year of high school when I realized that I was a lesbian. I had been on a couple of dates with some guys. I actually went to Junior prom with a boy named, Ricky, but during my senior year something clicked. I was on a date with David, a boy that liked me. The night was nice. He took me to a nice restaurant and then we went walking around the park downtown. He leaned in to kiss me and I let him and for some odd reason, I didn't feel the normal feelings you feel when kissing a guy. I thought that I just wasn't attracted to him, but that wasn't the issue. I realized a few weeks later that I wasn't attracted to guys at all.

It took me a long time before I was able to admit that I was gay. I didn't want to go through the hatred from people saying how wrong I was. I didn't want people to hurt me like my friend, Amanda got hurt. She thought this girl loved her and she began to love her. She ended up finding out the girl was faking and that the school had put her up to a dare to kiss her. I was afraid of all the consequences of admitting my truth.

For a while I was ashamed of it and I wouldn't let myself be myself. I even went on other dates with guys thinking that I would somehow get the gayness out of me. Two weeks before graduation, I kissed my friend, Amanda at school. She was surprised. I told her how I felt later that day and I was the talk of the school for till the end of the year. I began not to feel ashamed of who I was and now I'm comfortable with it. 

I met Stef at a parent-teacher meeting. Brandon was at the daycare that I worked at. I had to schedule a meeting with each one of the parents to discuss their child's development. When Stef showed up, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. She had long flowing hair and her eyes were beautiful. I looked down at her left hand and saw the wedding ring on her finger. It disappointed me, but I went on to discuss how Brandon was the smartest boy in my class. She later confessed that she actually was in love with me, but I explained to her that I wasn't going to mess with a married woman. During that period of time, she was going through her divorce with her ex-husband, Mike. Once the divorce was finalized, we began to date. Ever since then we've been in love with each other. 

Brandon's POV

When I was around four or five, I started noticing my mom and dad would be fighting a lot. Sometimes they would wake me up at night with their arguing about his drinking problem. My dad started to become an alcoholic when I was around three. As I got older, it got worse and my mom was getting tired of it. One time he was driving me from school and he veered off the road, but he got back on the road just in time. I never told my mom about it because I didn't want her to argue about it even more. I think his drinking was what really caused the divorce.

The divorce was confusing for me at first. I was six when my dad moved out. After the divorce was final, I didn't get to see him as much. I saw him once a month on the weekends. During those times, we spent about two or three hours together. I didn't even know where he lived for a long time. It was hard not seeing my dad. I hated it and I never understood why I couldn't see him more often. 

After the divorce, my mom started going out with Lena. As a kid, you're kinda lost about what's going on. You don't really understand your mom going out with someone other than your father and you don't understand going out with a woman. Lena was no longer my teacher anymore when she started dating my mom, but I still looked at her like a teacher. It was weird having her over at the house for dinner and seeing her lot, but I got used to it.