one - i'm not gay

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We were walking towards the house next door when my mom looked down at my shoes and sighed. "Aiden Zachariah Grey..! Your shoes are untied! I told you to fix them a few minutes ago.." She said and I bent down to tie my shoes. "Done. Now can we get going? I have a video game waiting for me at home." I said and she rolled her eyes.

"You can play your video game after we meet the new neighbors." She said and I put on a fake smile. "Aiden..." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God, can we just knock on their door already?" I asked in annoyance and she glared at me. "I'll behave, okay?" I assured her and she knocked on our new neighbor's door.

After a few minutes, an Asian woman opened the door, her hair up in a bun and an apron around her neck. She had some flour on it, I guess she was baking something at the moment.

"Hi! We're from next door and we saw the moving van and we thought we'd come visit and say hello." My mom said to our new neighbour with a smile. The woman smiled happily at us. "That's so sweet of you! Please, do come in." She said and moved out of the way to let us in. "My name is Sarah." My mom introduced herself and looked at me. "And this is my eldest, Aiden." She introduced to me and I smiled at the Asian woman.

"My name is Erika." The woman said and smiled at the both of us. "I was just making something but I'm not done yet, so make yourselves at home– the living room is over here." She said and led us to her living room, it was spacious and it looked like those modern style black and white living rooms. I sat down on the sofa with my mom and grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. Mom nudged at my shoulder and I looked at her. "What?" I asked and she motioned to the TV. "What are you doing? Behave." She said and I sighed. "She said to make ourselves at home." I said and shook her head. "She's just being nice." Mom said and I rolled my eyes. I turned off the TV and decided to play with my phone.

Suddenly loud footsteps from upstairs could be heard and I looked up.

Must be the husband.

More loud thuds can be heard from upstairs and my eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance.

"お母さん、私の靴を見たことがありますか?" A voice suddenly yelled from upstairs. (Mom, have you seen my shoes?)

Mrs Erika– I just realised we didn't ask for her last name yet– came out from the kitchen and apologised to us. "I am so sorry, that was my son and I don't think he knew we had guests." Mrs Erika said and my mom nodded her head. "It's okay, Erika." My mom said and Mrs Erika smiled. "I'll go upstairs for a moment.. oh and the cake will be finished soon." She said and went upstairs.

Cake?

Mrs Erika went upstairs and I could faintly hear her talking to her son but I don't understand what they're saying.

After a few minutes, Mrs Erika came down, but this time with a boy my age. He saw me with my mom and smiled. I smiled back and he hurriedly went down and went into another room. Mrs Erika said she should check on the cake she was baking and the boy came back with some running shoes in his hand and went back upstairs.

I guess he's shy.

Mom turned her body towards me and she had that sparkling look in her eyes. "He looks like he's around your age." My mom started. "Maybe." I said and she smiled. "You should go talk to him." She said and I nodded my head. "I'll talk to him later but he seems shy." I said and she pouted.

"That's because he's just getting used to the place and his neighbors. He's so handsome, I bet he was very popular where he was from. I wonder if they're Korean?" She pondered to herself and I thought about it too. I was sure that whatever language they spoke wasn't Korean because my sister watches Korean dramas and I can tell by just listening to how they spoke and that was not it.

I wasn't familiar with Asian cultures anyway.

I don't usually agree on things with my mom but I'm not gonna lie, he was cute. I mean, he's almost as muscular as I was but like, he's so pre– ugh... what?

Was I really going to say that? Nah... that's too gay.

He's just really attractive– again– not saying that in a gay kind of way.

If he went to my school, girls would be so all over him, maybe some guys would too.

But not me...

I'm not gay.

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