"I'm not gay."
"You sure about that sweetheart? Because my gaydar is never usually wrong."
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Just a story about two girls falling in love and hoping for acceptance.
The car journey wasn't as long as what I thought it would be, it was only two hours and fortunately Mrs. Willow did most of the talking, with me and Mr. Willow saying "ah" and "yes" in the correct places. I had a feeling that me and him were going to get on.
"How are you feeling dear?", Mrs. Willow said, "We're almost there now, just a couple more minutes." I turned and nodded at her, showing her smile, in all honesty I just wanted to sleep, I was so tired. As a three story house came into view my mouth dropped, it was gorgeous, its black and white exterior and blacked out windows making it look sophisticated and smart and from what I could see was a 25m pool in the huge backyard. I knew that I would almost definitely be in that pool, most of the time, as we pulled into the driveway, I noticed a big black and orange dog come bounding out of the front door towards the car and a little old women stood by the door.
As soon as the car stopped i immediately jumped out and greeted from what I could now see was a rottweiler, looked no older than 1, how adorable, rottweilers were one of my favourite breeds of dog. I read George on his collar and gave him a good stroke behind the ears, earning me a massive lick across my face, I giggled and wiped my face from his drool as he went into a playful stance and stared hard at the tennis ball that had magically got there inbetween my feet. I quickly threw the ball for him before following Mr and Mrs Willow into the house.
"Grace", Mrs Willow began, "meet my mother Elsa, she also lives in our house too, I hope that you don't mind." Mrs Willow eyed me worridedly, like as if I was going to be all like "No why the fuck is she here? I'm not living with someone older than a dinosaur!!" I looked at her, like as if she had two heads and then returned to look at Elsa, "Can I call you grandma? Because when I say Elsa it reminds me of Frozen." I say putting my arms behind my back. A massive grin broke out across her face, "Of course you can sweetie! Now hurry along and put your stuff in your new room, and I'll put the kettle on." "Your more British than me, but sounds great, thank you." Elsa smiled at me and walked off to what I'm guessing is the kitchen and I turned to focus my attention on Mrs Willow, Mr Willow seemed to have snuck off somewhere.
"Thank you for doing that." Mrs Willow said, "For doing what?" I replied confused. "For being so welcoming, she always wanted to be a Grandma but since I can't, you know, have children, so she quickly gave up on the idea." She took a deep breath, as if trying to compose herself, I saw the sorrow in her eyes and I felt bad for her and just wanted to take her sorrow away. In the short time that I have known her, I knew for a fact that she would of made an amazing mum.
Mrs Willow quickly showed my to my room, it was on the top floor, and as soon as she opened the door and i peered inside, my jaw literally hit the floor. The room was stunning, the theme of it being the ocean, I loved the ocean and well anything to do with water really.
The wallpaper was a plain white, and the bed looked to be a double with a blue and white stripped duvet and pillows, but what caught my eye at first was the surf board hanging on the wall, I looked to Mrs Willow, as she stared at me with a smile on her face. "I'm guessing you like the room then?" She said, words couldn't even form, I was that in love with this room, but what really caught my eye, was the gay pride flag hanging on the wall next to this whale that was also hanging on my wall, the flag had fairy lights around the top of it and just the sight of it made my eyes well up, I looked towards Mrs Willow again, who by now had entered the room and had placed herself on my new bed and was looking around. She caught me starring at her and she smiled, "You don't have to hide who you are here, me, Grandma and Dave all accept you." "B-b-but how did you?" I stammered, "Your mother kindly informed us, along the lines of 'are you sure that you want that faggot?'" She used air quotations around the word "faggot" and the clear disgust on her face, was enough for me to know that what she said about accepting me was true. It felt nice to feel accepted over something that I couldn't control. I ran over to her and hugged her, "Thank you so much" I whispered into her ear.
