•Luke•
After I found out Michael felt the same way, I was on cloud nine for the entire day. Even seeing my mum, the fact that he might love me calmed my nerves and pushed me to tell her. It pushed me to come out to her and tell her about my boyfriend. I had it all planned out in my head, I was going to sit her down and just... say it.
But because it was me, it went nothing like that.
"M-Mum I need to tell you something really important," I clasped my hands together to stop them shaking as I sat down opposite her.
"What's up Luke?" My mother asked kind heartedly.
"Y-you know how um..." I started, "how some flowers... some flowers are red, right? But in those red flowers are a couple that are white, o-or pink...?" What the fuck am I on about?
"Uh... what are you trying to say?" she laughed softly, pushing me to say it.
"You know in Primary School when I was the only kid who wanted to finger paint instead of play on the cars? You know when I was the only kid who was interested in maths?" I rambled, "w-well you accepted that, and you encouraged me, so when I say this I-I want you to accept it."
"Luke...?" she said quietly.
"I'm gay, mum, and I have a gorgeous boyfriend who I-" I blurted but before I could finish she cut me off.
"Luke, honey, you can be gay, straight, bi, I don't care," she smiled at me, "I will accept my baby boy for who he is, you should never have been so nervous." she gushed, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Oh my god," I cried, laughing in relieved happiness. She accepted me.
"You really thought, even for a second, that I wouldn't accept you?" my mum asked, still hugging me tight.
"Well I- you're the only person I have an- and I... I don't know, it doesn't matter," I giggled, the tears still falling with each happy moment that passed.
"So do I get to meet this mysterious boyfriend?" she asked, pulling away from the hug.
"Um... well I guess..." I scratched my head, "he's um... probably not what you're expecting..." he has tattoos and piercings but I think I'm in love with him.
"Well, I'll keep an open mind," she smiled, "as long as you seem to think the world of him, I'm sure he's the nicest guy for my little boy."
"He is, god, mum he's so perfect," I smiled, in that moment feeling incredibly happy, content, blissful, at ease, but most of all I felt accepted. I couldn't even fathom why I had been so nervous.
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"Michael I told her," I blurted over the phone on Sunday morning. I had slept the best nights sleep after my new found approval from my mother.
"And...?" Michael asked nervously.
"She's fine with it, oh my god she's so fine with it a-and she wants to meet you and everything finally feels right," I gushed, smiling like an idiot into the phone even though he couldn't see me.
"I told my mum about you, too, she agreed to meet you," Michael smiled, "this is so perfect."
This... perfection... I hadn't had much perfection in my life. Most of it had been filled with regrets and loss of hope and bleakness- depressed feelings invading my thoughts and suffocating me on a regular basis. But now, since meeting Michael, it was as if he'd cut the ropes that trapped me inside my own head and set me free to be myself. My true self.
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a/n short chapter again iM SORRY
but yay happy times in the story for once woo :)
~Teddy
