Climax

Curiosity Made Carl Gay

Three weeks later.

Carl

"Admit it. You're gay." Milan cocks his head and challenges.

"Man. You don't get it. I'm not gay. I say this because now I understand what's gay. I know what is gay. I ain't gay."

"Then why the fuck you're glued to your phone, texting mile a minute?" Thatcher growls.

"To a boy." Milan sings.

"Not any boy. It's Terry. That's why I'm not gay. I like only him. Not all the boys. Also, I like girls."

"All the girls?" Thatcher asks.

"Well.. not all. Not in that way. Maybe some. More than some." I say.

"So.... you like only Terry among the boys and lots of girls. Correct?"

"Yeah? But I don't think I like the girls the way I like Terry. Terry is my friend too." I'm getting a headache trying to think this through.

"So you like your friends in that way?" Milan asks.

"NO!!"

They both laugh. Fuckers.

"Hey..."

Terry waves from a few steps away.

I haven't seen him in three weeks. That Saturday, he came to know that his uncle had left him a trust fund from his share of the house and made Ritney it's trustee. It's supposed to be his eighteenth birthday gift. But Ritney- sweet old goatee, told my dad and Terry after hearing their story.

So Terry being Terry, wanted to know where his uncle was. When he came to know that he was just in the next country, of course he had to go. The same fucking day. He went to Toronto and spent two weeks there and came back last Monday. Not home. They went to the city, to court with the lawyer mom found.

He got emancipated. There were too many responsible adults on his side to not get it. That's what he said, when we talked on the phone.

I personally think that the judge took one look at him and decided he should be protected from his monster dad.

From all the reports, it looks like Dennis Stewart threw a fucking fit when his son came out. Good thing he did it in front of the judge.

So yeah, the whole fucking thing is done. At least it's in process. Ritney really did jump up and down in joy to have Terry stay with him it seems.

When Terry finally became free, I had this fucking regionals that I had to go to. We missed each other by two hours.

I came back this morning. The only thing that made this Monday bearable is the thought that I'll see him today.

Now there he is. Waving like a stranger.

There is just a little finger length plaster on his forehead, all other wounds seem to have gone unnoticeable.

I wave back. He smiles and comes closer.

We are near the lockers, it's crowded. It takes a second for Terry to reach us.

"Can you hear that man?" Thatcher nudges Milan.

"What?"

"That's Carl's phone. It's weeping with joy. It can finally die in peace."

They both laugh like the losers they are.

"Fuck off."

I pull in Terry with an arm around his shoulder.