*James POV*
I sit in the kitchen with Grant's mother as she cries into her hands. She hasn't said a word to me yet and I don't know what to say either. I just sit here, rubbing her back and hopes that she won't hate me.
"I knew... I always knew", she says, making me look in her direction. She's sitting up now, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears.
"What... what do you mean?", I ask.
" I mean that since the day Grant was born I knew he was different. And watching him grow... he was always more concerned about boys than girls. I knew I'd accept him but his father... he always drilled into his head to find a wide and have children and to never stray away from that. I think that's why he's been so angry. Angry that he couldn't be himself.", she sighs, then continues, " I should have protected him more... from his father. But I was so... so scared. And now look at what's happened! His father might be dead and Grant might hate me for never protecting him. I don't... I can't lose my son!", she finishes, sobs catching in her throat.
I gulp, then reach over and gently start rubbing her back, " Grant will never ever hate you. I know that he loves you more than anything in this world. He knew how his dad was and doesn't blames you for anything".
She looks up at me, "really"?
"Of cou-,"
She's hugging me now... to the point where I almost can't breathe.
"I'm so happy you came into his life, you've made my son truly happy and I can't thank you enough for that".
Welp, now it's my turn for the tears.
She laughs as she sees me wiping my tears, "Don't cry, it's okay".
We hug and then continue to wait for Grant to come back inside.
Sitting here, I think about everything Grant and I have been through. How we both hurt each other but still found our way back. I never imagined that his mother would actually like me.
My heart is so full of love and acceptance that I can't even stand it. There's nothing else in this world that I want than to spend my life with this boy.
I smile, watching through the window as Grant comes walking up to the door. He looks relaxed... which is odd, considering his father literally just died. Maybe that's what he needed to finally feel free.
I just hope that freedom of his includes me.
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