The Pastor's Son

Serious Talk and Accepting Parents

Jayden and Isaiah stay in his room for a while. Neither of them want to leave each other's arms. However, both of them still have to do a couple things. Both of them have to tell their parents and they have to talk through other things.

Jayden is the one to start, sitting across from Isaiah on his bed. "I don't want to ruin this moment, but, you know we still have to talk about some things."

"Yeah..I know," Isaiah replies.

"First of all, college. I mean, I haven't picked a college or anything. I know I want to major in psychology," Jayden explains. "Have you picked a college yet?"

Isaiah nods, "Yeah. I've already been accepted into MIT. It's always been my dream college."

"Really?" Jayden gets excited. "I had no idea! I'm not surprised that they accepted you into their college. What are you majoring in?"

"Oh! Well, science, actually. It's always been something I've enjoyed and I'm pretty good at it."

Jayden scoffs, "Pretty good? You're the best in the whole school in science!"

Isaiah smiles, "You're too sweet."

"I've been told that," He grins. "Anyway, I've heard that the Massachusetts Amherst University is pretty good. My grades are pretty good not as good as MIT, though."

Isaiah sighs, "I don't want you making a choice based off of my college acceptance," He pouts.

Jayden chuckles, "Well I'm not doing a long distance relationship and there is absolutely no way that I will break up with you over college. Massachusetts is a good state and I probably would've moved there at some point. Amherst University is a good college, anyway.

"I mean, you know how the school makes you have a talk with the school counselor over college?" Jayden inquires and Isaiah nods. "Amherst was one of the suggestions for a college. I'll start applying tonight."

"Are you sure?" Isaiah ask.

"Yes, very sure. Now, moving onto something more important," Jayden says. "Show me your wrists, please."

Isaiah shows him. His wrists are covered with lines, mostly from a while ago, some aren't from too long ago, roughly earlier this week.

"Will you stop? Please?" Jayden looks at him, pleadingly.

"I-" He starts but looks into Jayden's eyes, "Yeah. I will."

Jayden nods, "Where are the blades?" Isaiah hops off his bed and crawls under it. He has a little box that he pulls out and hands over. Jayden looks inside it, and surely enough, several blades are inside of it. "Now, let's go to the bathroom. I'm cleaning those correctly," Isaiah follows him into the bathroom.

Isaiah hops onto the bathroom counter, sitting patiently, waiting. Jayden scavenges through several drawers, until he comes across one with hydrogen peroxide. He grabs a cotton ball and gets a good amount of hydrogen peroxide onto the cuts. Carefully, he cleans out each and every cut. "Done," He announces.

They go back to Isaiah's room. "Is there anything else we need to talk about?" Jayden ask, watching as Isaiah goes over to his bed and flops down onto it.

"No. See? I don't have that many issues!" Isaiah answers rolling over onto his bed and sitting up.

"I never said you have a lot of issues," Jayden argues. Isaiah looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're not making me changing my mind, doing that. But it does make me want to hug you."

Jayden rushes over and hugs Isaiah, tightly. "You're going to kill me!" Isaiah mumbles, his face stuffed into Jayden's chest. Jayden lets go. "Hey. I never said to stop," Isaiah pouts, and Jayden hugs him again, laughing.