Sweater Weather (BoyxBoy)

Ch 31

Skylar's POV

Before I knew I was gay, the gayest thing I knew about myself was that I jammed Beyonce like it was no one's business. I mean I have my fair share of bad ass females in my playlist; Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Rihanna, Iggy, but Beyonce is the Queen.

As I drove myself home after practice I blasted Partition on repeat. I was in the zone from the time I pulled out of APGC to turning on my street.

"See me up in the club with 50'leven girls. Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill. Brooklyn Brim with my eyes sittin' low. And every boy here with me got that smoke, and every girl here gotta look me up and down. All on Instagram-Oh my god..." As I pulled into my driveway I noticed an unfamiliar car. It took me about half a second to realize what was going on. My relatives were here.

I sat in my car for nearly fifteen minutes, trying to force myself to go inside. I wasn't ready for the wave of comments and greetings I was about to get. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, I just don't like half of them. My Mamaw always pinches my cheeks. She's been doing it since I was a toddler. I think that women is part crab or something because those pinchers are deadly, she could draw blood if she wanted. Also she tries to force food down my throat because she thinks I'm too thin. Basically anyone in my family who isn't morbidly obese is too thin in her eyes. Then there's my Pawpaw, he's almost the exact opposite. Instead of loving cookies and pies like Mamaw, he enjoys his whiskey. The first thing he tells me is that my hair is too long. Seeing that I was currently rocking a ponytail, I can only imagine how much he was about to go ham on me. Aunt Tammy is so effing loud. If it wasn't frowned upon I would drop kick her down a flight of stairs. Whispering is nonexistent to her. I remember one time we were all at church and she stepped outside to speak to her baby sitter and the entire service was paused because we could hear her discussing the importance dumping dirty diapers in the neighbor's trash bins. She wouldn't be all that bad if she talked about something important, all her topics of discussion are irrelevant. Bria is her youngest kid, she's a pain. Sophia is probably the least horrible. She gets the loud mouth gene from her mom but isn't quite as bad. She's deep into pop culture and celebrity gossip. The girl is sixteen and her biggest concerns in life are affairs going on in Hollywood. Ben is just like Kyle, except he plays Baseball. He just signed to a college in Georgia.

Once my heater started toasting me alive I decided to go in. I snatched the band from my hair and threw it in the shrubs. The stepping stones leading to the front door were frozen, I almost slipped on a few of them. When I got to the door I heard Aunt Tammy talking about bird watching. I rolled my eyes then unlocked the door with my key that was in my gym bag.

The grown ups were in the living room. I smiled and waved at them.

"Hi." I said then quickly preceded toward the staircase. I got to the second step before my mom stopped me.

"Skylar come speak." I rolled my eyes them dropped my bag.

Before I entered hell I put on my best fake smile. They all stared at me as I walked toward them.

"Wow, you're getting big." shouted Aunt Tammy. I cringed a little at the sound of her voice, then I hugged her.

"Hi, auntie." I said as she squeezed me. My grandfather was sitting next to her. "Hey Pawpaw." He sternly shook my hand and looked me over.

"I see you haven't cut your hair yet." He said.

"Nothing gets pass you, huh." I mumbled. My Mamaw pinched my cheeks, making them quickly turn red.

"Isn't he just the cutest thing in the world?" Mamaw said.

"Maybe if he got a hair cut." My Pawpaw pursed his lips. A million things I could've said came into mind but my mom saved the tension.