The Heartbreak Hotel

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After meeting my dad, Shane decided that it was time I meet his mom and sister.

Being that his dad doesn't like gays, unless I want my head bashed in I probably shouldn't meet him.

Just a thought...

Me and Shane meet up at the hotel, making a gameplan.

Well, joking around, eating junk food, playing monopoly (he let me win), and then coming up with a gameplan.

Coincidentally, his dad should be at work all day, so I could meet them without getting caught by his psycho, crazy religious, father.

After discussing a solid sounding plan, we go to the party room greet my dad.

"Hey! Where are you two off to so early?" My dad asks with a smile.

Since Shane's been around, he's seemed...happier.

He's seemed a lot less lonely and a lot more attentive.

I think he likes the thought of having a family.

"I'm going to meet his mom and younger sister." I state, and he nods.

"Ok then. Don't stay out too long and drive safely!" He says, and I wait for him to comment something immature.

"And if you want to come back here and get drunk, I'm available!" He yells, as I roll my eyes.

There's the immature comment.

"We will do the first thing. Thank you!" I say, and he smiles.

"Love you! Both of you." He says, waving.

"I love you too." Both me and Shane say at the same time.

"Jinx!" We both say, intertwining our pinkies.

"Jinx again!" We laugh, intertwining or pinkies on our other hand.

We walk out the hotel doors after singing the "Love is an open door." From Frozen, and get into the car.

We only drive 15 minutes, being that Shane lives right next to the school.

As we approach the drive way, I start to get nervous.

"Wait! What if they don't like me? Or think I'm not good enough for you?" I ask, looking down.

Shane grabs my chin softly, and makes me look up at him. Then, he cups my cheek with the sleeve of his pink, bi pride sweater.

"They are gonna love you as much as I do. I promise." Then he slowly, lightly, leans down and kisses me.

Even though we've kissed many times, I still get fireworks like it's the first time.

He leans his forehead against mine and I whisper, "Cute sweater."

He laughs and pulls away.

"Thanks. I wasn't gonna wear it, until I thought I might as well tell my mom I'm bi. Because, you know, when you say your dating a boy everyone's first question is "what's your sexuality?" So, I might as well kill two birds with one stone." Shane shrugs, smiling.