February 19th. 10:45 am.
When I was a teenager, there was a lot I had to learn about the world. For an extreme example of such, I had tried to microwave a Hot Pocket on a metal plate three days prior to this event. I think it's sufficient to say that it did not go well.
But I thought I at least knew my parents.
Sure, I had worried a few times that they may not take well to the news that I was bisexual. Now I almost wish that that had been the source of their frustration.
I've mentioned before that I live in a smallish town. You've probably heard that in small towns, news travels fast. That's way too true, in my experience. Perhaps declaring my feelings in front of a full diner wasn't the best option for keeping my personal matters personal in this town, but I wouldn't have changed a second of it.
Okay, maybe I would've changed the part where my mom's best friend saw me kiss Isaac, because the next day, my mother was barging into my bedroom to demand answers.
"I don't get why you even care," I grumbled, spying my father lingering in the doorway. He knew better than to poke the bear that was my angry mother.
My mom had sighed deeper than I had ever heard her sigh before. "Ethan, we just don't want you to get hurt-"
My face fell and I stood up from my bed, dropping the journal I had been scribbling into. "Really?" I scoffed. "Let me guess, this is because he's sick." I had picked up the habit of defending Isaac's abilities as passionately as he had fought against my own prejudice.
"Ethan, listen to your mother," my father pitched in uselessly from the sidelines, making me roll my eyes.
"You just lost Carter, honey," Mom tried to reason. When she realized she wasn't getting through to me, her face hardened and so did her voice. "I don't want you seeing that boy again, do you hear me? I–"
I had grabbed my keys, wallet, and journal in one haphazard swoop over my cluttered sheets and shoved my way past them before she could finish. I managed to get by my father and walked straight to our front door, slamming it behind me. Our tiny house shook as the doorframe could not hold all of the shock of my assault.
I stomped over to my car and raced out of my driveway before either parent could come after me. I was reeling, but I knew one thing: there was no way I was ever going to let Isaac find out how my parents felt about this.
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Romance"I didn't know what love was. When I finally found it, it was so very fleeting." Ethan Rodes has just lost his childhood best friend to a deadly car accident in the middle of their junior year of high school, and everyone in his small woodsy hometow...
