In Love with a P**n Star (boyxboy)

Chapter Four

Finch

I pulled my car up to the curb in front of my parents' house. I felt some nervousness settle in my belly, but I knew this had to be done sooner or later.

My parents were pretty much the most liberal people you would ever meet, so I was sure they wouldn't disown me for my new job. But it was also going to be hard to say, "Hey, Mom and Dad, I'm a porn star now. Yay!"

How would I even say it? How would I bring it up into conversation?

Both my mother and father talked a lot and because of that I had somehow ended up as the mouse of the family. I just couldn't speak up because they were always going on about something.

They were both like tornados.

I had always thought they were amazing though. I might have been extremely happy to move out when I was eighteen, but I still loved them a lot.

I got out of my car and made my way up to the small house and passed the extremely large garden out front.

I didn't bother knocking on the door and just let myself in.

I heard my dad in the craft room down the hall, hammering something and making frustrated noises.

Mom must have heard me come in because she poked her head out of the kitchen—her greying, curly blonde hair in disarray—and said, "Finch! Honey, I'm so glad you're here. You can try these new vegan granola bars I made." She came over to me, linked her arm through mine and began guiding me towards the kitchen. "They have flax seed, almond butter, dried cranberries, oats, and a little bit of maple syrup. Come try them!"

We went into the kitchen and she thrust a still warm granola bar into my hand.

I took a tentative bite, chewing cautiously.

She watched me with rapt attention.

I smiled. "It's good, Mom."

She clapped her hands, looking ecstatic and like she might begin jumping up and down.

It wasn't the worst thing I'd ever eaten, but my nerves prevented me from eating anymore. I set it back down on the pan.

"I need to talk to you and Dad about something," I told her.

An extremely worried expression fell over her face. "Is everything alright, Finch?" I began to nod but she quickly asked, "You're not dying are you? You're not sick? Did something happen? What happened, honey?"

"Mom," I said, exasperated. "I'm fine. Just get Dad and we can talk in the living room."

She looked distraught as she ran off to get Dad.

I went into the living room and sat on a chair facing the couch as I waited for them.

I told myself over and over that it was going to be okay. They wouldn't get mad and they would actually be fine with it.

Eventually they both came into the room and it seemed as if Mom had made Dad worried as well.

Dad, with his thinning light brown hair and paint covered overalls, said, "Finch, what is wrong? Do you have cancer? How serious is it? What can we do? We don't have much money, you know that. But we'll help you as much as we need to, son. We'll be there with you every step of the way."

I sighed and Mom started at it again so I finally yelled, "Mom! Dad! Just sit down and I'll tell you what's going on!"

The worried expressions didn't leave their faces as they sat across from me, sitting near each other on the couch. They held each other's hand and gave me sad looks. My mother's lip was beginning to tremble.