As simple as it can be

3. Pretzels and talking

Finn's POV:

"Mom, dad, I have something really important to tell you. You don't have to be scared or anything, but please just listen." I said , with clear nervousness in my voice.

"Just tell us already, you know we love you so much! It can't be that bad, right? You didn't get a girl knocked out or something, did you? If you did, we can solve this, we'll get thru this, everything will be fine, you really don't have to wo-" my dad said, being interrupted by me, a little amused and annoyed of my parents' behavior.

"Dad, stop it! Of course I didn't get a girl knocked out, what are you saying? What I wanted to tell you- it's a huge thing for me and it took me a lot to get the courage to be able to get this off my soul- I'm already rambling, it's just I know I'm... I'm bisexual."I said, immediately averting my gaze to my fingers, starting to fiddle with them , that gesture being the only thing that really could calm me down, besides moving my leg rapidly, but I was standing up, so it was harder to do that.

"I can't believe it? How dare you? You really expect after coming to me having the audacity to say such bullshit that I'm going to stand here with open arms for you and say that I support you and love you no matter who you love? Well don't, because it's not going to happen. I cannot believe this! Excuse me, I have to go take some air outside" my own dad told me dead in the eye, before leaving with a pale face outside. That's when I thought a giant rock was just thrown over me. Tears started running down my cheeks, I didn't even notice them, my vision gut blurry, I thought I was going to die.

After a few seconds, my mom got up and just slapped me straight on the cheek, my hand raising to it. The sharp pain wasn't just on the outside, I instantly felt a stab in the heart. I thought I could've just shut up and everything would be just fine, but no. I had to do that, for me, for my inner peace, but I certainly did not expect that kind of reaction. I thought my parents were totally fine with it, but as I thought a little more, I remembered my dad laughing once about that subject, and them never explaining it to me.

That's when I heard an opening of a door that brought me out of my head, tears still covering my face like a waterfall.

"It's just a faze, you're not really. I don't know what sick thought got into your head, but get it out. I'm not excepting that into this household. If you keep saying bullshit like that, you can consider yourself out. And grow the fuck up, you're crying like a little girl, or do you want to be one, too?" He said, looking at me with a disgusted facial expression.

My mom then passed me, but no without telling me: "I thought I raised you better than this, just get what your father said into that little head of yours and please don't come crying at me ever again. You don't deserve anything after what shock you put us thru. Shame on you", and after that she just left, closing the door loudly.

That's when I woke up. I realized I was sleeping on Millie's shoulder. She has been so nice to me, and she seems like a really decent girl. But I think she feels annoyed because of me. I have to stop being so all over the place, changing my mood every five minutes, I understand why she's like that.

That's when I feel her shifting. "She's probably waking up" I thought.

She just pulled away from my shoulder and rested her head on the other side of the seat.

I noticed her shivering a little, so I put my jacket over her. She started smiling in her sleep, and that made me smile even bigger. "I hope she's dreaming of something nice, not like my horrible one" I stated in my head.

For half an hour, I stayed in that position, just staring at her. I observed her beautiful facial features. Her brown hair was being spread all over her face and next to it, and the sun was hitting just some strands, making them seem like pure gold. Her cheeks were puffy and the smallest pout was placed on her lips. She was actually beautiful. She was sitting curled up on that small seat, kinda looking like a big pretzel. That's when I realized I haven't had a pretzel in a really long time, so I decided to buy one. I bought one for Millie, too, so she would have one when she woke up. I didn't know why, but I already felt a connection between us, like something having something in common.