Done.

14-talking, talking, talking

His eyes are telling me that this is hard for him. "What is it?" I ask. "It's about home, my brother and myself." I nod understandingly. "Go on."

"Well, my parents are so mean to my brother about his sexuality, it feels like I can't be myself in that house."

What is he trying to tell me?

"It's like I can't let myself love someone without questioning my whole existence, now that's a bit dramatic, but I can't let myself love someone without being scared of what my parents will think. Are they going to lock me out of my life like they did with my brother? Will they ever except the people I'm gonna take home?

Being around you is great, but my parents immediately tell me how good it is for me to take a girl home with me. They say I'm the best thing that ever happened to them when they just see me looking at a girl." He sighs.

"I'm so tired of having to fit in their picture of how they want me to be. They have high expectations of me because their first son was a huge fail in their eyes.

Why do parents have to be so exhausting and hard?"

"I don't know.." I say.

"The fact that they do not want me to see with someone other than the opposite sex makes me wanting to go home with someone that isn't, just to get back at them. I mean, it's really wrong to want something like that, but that way my parents will see that it isn't weird or wrong to love someone other than the opposite sex. They just need to grow up and realize not everything can be the way they want it to be."

"Would you ever see yourself dating someone other than the opposite sex?"

"I don't know, I've never let that in, I was too scared. I do know that I like girls, but anything else is never been welcome in my head, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I get that."

"What's it like at your place? Are your parents nice?"

"Yeah, they're good people. But they're never home, they want me to get good grades, but they are never there to help me with school. I'm all by myself, if I can say it like that. I'm stuck on strings and I can't get free."

"Why can't parents just accept their own children." "Maybe they wanted to be parents and made this story line to be the perfect family and they're too scared to let go of that?" I say, it doesn't really make sense when I heard myself saying it.

"Maybe you're right, maybe my parents had this picture in their head of a perfect Christmas with their sons and their wife's? Maybe even grandkids."

"My parents probably had in mind that I would be a successful doctor or that I'd be working in a laboratory. Or just be as successful as my brother."

We both sigh.

"We just have to hold on for a little while longer and then we can move away." He says while looking at the grass.

"I know, but they're my family, I can't block them out. I love them." I say in defence.

"That's true."

"I should head back home, my dad must be furious that I still went out while being grounded."

He chuckles. "You're such a badass."

I stand up and straighten my clothes, but Sam grabs my hand. I'm surprised and look at him.

"I don't want to see new wounds tomorrow and don't forget to call me tonight." He says with a little smile on his face, a friendly smile, a sad smile.

The only thing I can do is smile like him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says and stands up. He winks at me and walks away.