Cliché

21: Yang

I didn't know boys could scream so loud.

"YES! OH MY GOD WHAT... YES!!!!!" Yuki screams and throws his arms around my neck, causing me to stumble a bit.

"Y-Yu, calm do-"

"NO! Oh my God, you... AAAAAAAA!!!!!" The screaming attracts the attention of his parents, who come bursting into the room just to find their son furiously kissing my face, although he pauses once he sees them.

"What happened!?" Moon screams, still confused, "Why..."

Yuki flashes the ring at her, which makes her gasp (again).

"You two--"

We both nod, and Moon starts shaking Love by his shoulders.

"OH MY GOD I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER SON!!" She squeals, which makes my heart warm, "Well, now you kids need to set a date! Oh, I love weddings!!"

"M...Moon please, we'll d-d-discuss this... l... later. L-Let the k-kids sleep." Love puts his arm around Moon, gently squeezing her shoulder, "Y-You... Boys... get s-some rest..." He takes her by the hand as they leave, shutting the door.

Once they're gone, Yuki starts kissing me again, "Love me?" He says, but like, in a weird hentai-cat-girl way.

"Yuki, your parents--"

"I don't care. Just love me." He presses up against me more, making me actually seriously aroused.

"Um... How 'bout a story! How'd you find out you were gay?" I laugh nervously, making him pout.

Yuki sits on the bed and I sit beside to him, "Well," He starts, "There was this kid in my fifth-grade class, Reid? Yeah well, I always used to dream about him. But he was like, mega straight. That's when I learned that a boy who likes boys is gay. I also had a crush on Rayvns twin brother when we were like in second grade, no idea why. How bout you?"

I think, "I kissed a boy. It felt... unreal. That's how I knew."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

We sit in silence for a little bit, "Was he any good?" Yuki smirks.

"Yuuuukiiiiiiiii whyyyyyyyyy, but yes he was. He was very good." I smile, trying to omit what happened that day...

~

Thesis? My father yelled from the kitchen as soon as Quentin and I walked in the door, Get your faggot ass in here NOW.

I, being the shy, obedient 10-year-old I was, complied and went to the kitchen. Seeing my father holding the phone in his hand, I shuddered.

The Andersons called, said you messed around with their son.

I stumbled back, how did he know? How did he know? But Dad, I didn't--

SHUT UP! The loud boom of his voice almost made me cry, I whimpered when he took a step toward me, grabbed my hair.

Listen here, little boy, He lowered his voice, knowing my siblings were watching fearfully around the corner, This whole... what is it... this homo thing? No. No son of mine will be like this. 

Pain, searing pain from the time his hand made contact with my cheek. I didn't even feel it until he stepped back.

The bruise was huge, the sound of little me crashing to the floor was loud, drawing the attention of my poor mother. 

Connie what... what... what h-happened?

Calm down, Honey. I just disciplined the boy is all.

Mother paused, stared intently at my father. It was as if their very souls were arguing. 

Then he hit her.

Not once, not twice, but three times. I couldn't do anything but watch in horror.

Thesis, he said after he finished, Call an ambulance.

Dad blamed the accident on my mother falling down the stairs. He used her autism as an excuse, saying that she lacks control over her own body, and that's why she fell. The doctors-- those idiots-- didn't question it and simply treated her bruises.

My mother had to suffer, simply because I kissed a boy.

~

I start to cry, I guess, since I feel a droplet of warm water roll down my cheek, likely smearing my eyeliner.

"H-Hey, are you okay?" Yuki notices my lip quivering, "Aw, what's wrong?"

My mouth refuses to form the words I need, the tears don't stop, only become more evident. Yuki takes my hand, gives me a big hug, "It's okay. I'm here."

I take a deep breath, "It's my fault, isn't it? My fault she's dead."

"Who?"

"Mother."

Yuki looks down at the floor, I wish I hadn't worn my cat socks today.

"It's not your fault," He says, resting his head on my shoulder, "You're a good son, she loved you."

I kiss the top of his mess of pink hair, "Thank you."

"No problem~"

I will die for that smile.

"Now then, we should start thinking about wedding stuff, eh?" I lay down on the bed, my back aching from slouching so much.

Yuki lays next to me, head on my chest, "I guess... Say... You want kids, right?"

"Yeah, a daughter especially." The thought of having a little girl to love, to care for, to brush her hair and talk about boys (or girls) together... Been my dream since I was little, when I would steal the baby dolls from the rich girls in my primary school. I didn't care when they said I couldn't play with girl toys, because I loved those dolls, as stupid as it sounds.

"Daughter it is, then. Although I'm still gonna be in school..." He yawns, clings onto my shirt.

"That's alright. I work from home anyways."

"It's still so unreal, why me? Why not someone else?" Yuki looks up at me, the light reflecting off his purple amethyst eyes, making them shine like the metal tip of a ballpoint pen on a sunshiny summer day.

I don't even have to say anything, I turn my head, our eyes locking before our lips. Rhythmic and gentle, kissing him is unbelievable. I slide my hands around his waist, feel him twitch. I guess he's ticklish. 

I pause for just a second, "How far do you want to take this?"

"As far as you're willing to go."

~