Andrew Declan is the new kid in town. In his old town he was accepted for being gay. In his old town, he had amazing friends who loved and supported him. In his old town, he thought he had an actual life. His new town is completely different. In his...
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"Andrew!" I heard my mother's voice yell over my music. I yanked my earphones out of my ear and raised an eyebrow at her. She was turned around in her seat, glaring at me. I smiled a little because her brown hair was all over the place.
"Didn't you hear me calling you, young man?" she said, piercing me with her green eyes that I inherited.
"No, mother." I responded in a monotone voice, "I didn't."
I felt my father's eyes on me in the rear-view mirror. He gave me an amused look. His brown eyes shined as he laughed.
I knew my mother was annoyed, which my father and I always found funny.
"As I was trying to tell you. I know this move is going to be hard for you. Finding new friends and starting school a little late, but it's what we all need." she said softly and genuinely.
My parents first announced we were moving when I came home from the second week of my senior year. Summer had just ended, and what I thought would be an amazing senior year with my friends came crashing down. I'll admit, I was really upset about it. I spent all my life in Delaware. It was the life I knew, and now we're moving to frickin Southern California! It was indeed a surprise, but I've slowly gotten over it. It was hard saying goodbye to all my friends, but I know I can make new ones.
"It's fine, mom. I'm not mad anymore," I told her, "Really, maybe this move is what we all need. A fresh start."
She broke out into a huge smile, "I'm glad you're okay with it." she said, then turned back around in her seat. My dad was also smiling at me through the mirror, "Yeah, son; this will be good for all of us," he said, winking at me.
Even though I was mad at my parents for a while, I knew it wasn't going to last that long. I love them too much to stay mad at them. I can honestly say they are the most supportive parents I could ever ask for. I remember when I finally told them that I was gay. I battled with my feelings for a long time before then. That was a dark period in my life because I spent most of my time hating myself. I first "discovered" it when I was eleven. Instead of getting "butterflies" about girls at the time, I was getting it for boys. I hated feeling that way because, for a long time, I believed it was wrong. By the age of Thirteen, I kissed one of my male friends. He pushed me away, but I couldn't help but love the feeling it gave me. Let's just say he stopped being my friend and told everyone in school. At age fourteen, I finally accepted that I was gay, and I made new friends. At age fifteen, I sat my parents down and told them. I remember how nervous I was and how scared I was that they would hate me. Guess how they reacted?
I sat them down on the couch and paced nervously in front of them.
"Mom, Dad, I don't know how you will take this, but I can't help how I feel. I'm g-gay," I told them.
At first, they didn't say anything, making me instantly regret it.
My mom broke out into a huge smile and shouted to my dad, "I want my fucking twenty dollars!" she said laughing, "I told you! I'm the one who pushed him out; I know these things!" she said while laughing and dancing in his face.
