Kurt;
"Kurt, who's that in the guest room?" My wife, Courtney, said as she came into the kitchen and sat beside me at the table.
"That's my friend, Dave. He had nowhere else to go. So I said he could stay with us." I said and then took a drink of coffee.
"Why isn't he home with his parents?" She asked and rolled her eyes.
"He told them he was gay, and they kicked him out."
"Really? And how old is he?" She asked, sounding angry.
"Like sixteen I think."
She sighed and groaned. "I can't believe you're doing this."
"Doing what, Courtney?" I asked. And here we go. Another fight.
"Letting a little fag live with us. He could turn out to be a killer, or rapist, or-"
"Yeah, I don't think so. We've been friends for like two years. And don't call him a fag."
She laughed. "That's it? Kurt, he's only sixteen. He's a child."
"He isn't a child. He's a teenage. Almost an adult."
"Then why is he here?"
"You're being a bitch." I snapped.
"You're the one being a bitch."
"You only care about yourself. How would you like it if your parents threw you out?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Well it isn't me who got kicked out for being gay, is it?"
"Well I bet you'd feel pretty bad. Especially if a little bitch was calling you a fag."
"Fuck off, Kurt." She snapped and stood up.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I can't be around you right now." She said before leaving, slamming the door behind her.
I hope Dave didn't hear any of that. She's so self-centered. I can't believe she's acting this way. He's only sixteen. Where else is he going to go? I couldn't allow him to just leave and live out on the street.
Dave;
I opened my eyes and quickly got out of bed. When I got downstairs Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He's so attractive.
"Hey." I whispered. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey. Come here."
I sat beside him at the kitchen table. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" He asked, and rested his hand on my knee. I nodded.
"Yeah. Im okay."
He smiled and rubbed my knee gently. "Good." And then he took his hand away. "So, do you want something to eat or some coffee?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No thanks. Not right now."
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. "Okay."
"So... have you been playing guitar lately?" I asked.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Sometimes. How's it going with the drums?"
"It was going good." I said with a smile. He took a long drag of the cigarette.
"Where's Courtney?" I asked, looking around.
He shrugged. "I don't really know. I don't really care either."
"Oh. Okay."
"She just... she's so self-centered. And I hate that."
I slowly nodded. "Yeah..."
"Maybe it'd be better if she had a personality like you." He said. I bit my bottom lip as I felt myself blush.
I nervously chuckled. "Yeah."
He chuckled. "Yeah. So if you want, I could take you to your parents house today, and you could get your stuff."
"Yeah. That'd be fine."
He smiled. "Cool."
