Pride

2

After three and a half hours of playing CS:GO with John (on the radio, sorry. Fitz has been on my YouTube feed lately). I got up to do my homework.

I kept the call on in case John would need some help with his homework, though he probably won't even do it. He'll either be too lazy or just keep on playing until his team won.

Mumbling quietly under my breath, I heard John curse at the bad team that he had.

"These guys are so bad, is it their first time playing this?!" He whined to himself.

"You say that like you play it nonstop, plus, it's much better than the meme that is Fortnite." I replied, continuing to write out the math problems and solving them.

"Well, that is kind of true. Hey Bobby boy."

"Yeah?"

"Did you think of any new songs or tunes? I feel like writing something...."

I stayed quiet, looking over at the guitar case that I had. It was very expensive, yet my family bought it for my birthday. One thing I wouldn't throw away for the life of me.

"Not really, we could work on some this weekend. If I can come over of course, no need to barge into your house." I replied, finishing up my math homework.

"Dude, you know that my parents, if they could, would give you the spare keys of our house. Even though my god damn asshole of a big brother keeps taking them." John said as I heard him curse out his teammates a few more times under his breath.

"If you say so. I'm gonna go now, have to talk with my parents about something." I cleaned up my desk of all my school stuff, turning towards my laptop.

"See ya later, gay alligator." John teased as I stared blankly at my laptop.

"Oh shush, let's hope they don't disown me and kick me out the damn house." I said, ending the call. My phone buzzed, telling me that I got a new message.

Picking it up, the message read

'Watson on crack:
You know we'd take you in though 🤙'

Smiling slightly, I placed it back down and got up.

Walking down the stairs I heard the TV playing from the living room. Catching a sneak peek of my dad watching some sort of movie, I sneaked inside the living room, hiding behind the couch.

Tapping my dad's shoulder, I felt him look behind himself. With a confused face, he looked down slightly.

"Ah, there you are. Ruby told me you wanted to tell us something." He mentioned, watching me walk in front of the TV.

I took the remote and lowered the volume of the TV. So that it was like a whisper behind me, rather than like it was telling the story.

I saw my mom walk into the living room and sit beside dad, "That is true. So honey, what do you want to tell us?" she said.

Her gaze was soft, mother like of course, always worrying about her children. And my father was looking at me with curiosity, probably thinking that I already told my mom.

"Well, as you guys know, so far I never had a girlfriend and-"

"Awww, sweetie. We aren't mad if you have one." My mom interrupted.

"Ruby, let our son finish his speech please. Can't you tell he's nervous?" Dad said to my mom.

It was true, I was nervous. It was kinda hard to breath and my hands were starting to get sweaty.

"Okay, sorry sweetheart. Continue please. There's no need to be nervous around us, we're your parents after all." Mom reassured me, it helped, but not much.

"Anyway... uhh.... So far I never had a girlfriend and that's because......" I stopped, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

"I am gay.........."