Unlikely ✓

Twenty-One: Stop Crying Already

POV: Nathan Westmore

It was still early in the morning and I think I had managed a wapping three hours of sleep.  I pushed the blankets off throwing a few of the pillows off my bed in the process.

I laid there for a moment, my mind blank at this point.

I was tired but unable to sleep, too tired to even attempt to sleep.  Instead, I got up and showered awhile.

Usually, it helped me feel better to at least smell nice.

However, it did nothing to get rid of the guilty feeling I had.  I wish I would have just told my family when I wanted to instead of making it into something big.  The more pressure that was put on people to come out the less accepting it felt.  Why should it matter?

Some people like women, some like men, some like both, some like everyone, and some like no one.  So why does it matter if they scream it from the rooftop or only tell a few people casually?

After I was up and dressed with the comforting scent of lavender surrounding me I crawled back into bed telling myself I can deal with my problems after one more episode.

As I half-heartedly watched the show I decided to check my phone.  I got back to Addison and Blake first telling them that I was fine and how when they visited next time that we needed to pester mom about not telling us she had a girlfriend for the better part of a year in college.

Then I got back to Mandy, Jax, and Misty saying that I was fine and not going to school today.  To my luck, I also didn't have work, whether that was a good thing or not I didn't know.  I was left with my thoughts and on the other hand, I could be working and distracting myself from that.

Even a few teammates texted me.  Most saying it now made sense why the stoner kid was always watching our practices.

It was nice to see that not all of my teammates or people I had classes with weren't total jerks.

Seth was the only one who didn't ask questions about the rumors and even if the others were nice about it was still annoying to even have to bother with.

Summers - 7:10 AM
[ You're probably sick of people asking how you're doing or if you're okay so I just wanted to let you know I'm here if you need me.  I'm sorry about how it happened, but congrats on you and your boyfriend, wish you both the best and to give people hell about everything. ]

Either way, I texted a few back before finally giving in and forcing myself to go downstairs.  I had to get up at some point and I was begging to be too hungry to care about how awkward breakfast might be.

My anxiety loved to make the simple task the most difficult.

The kitchen was still dark from the sun not rising yet and from the looks of the back door it was storming out.  A mix of rain and snow appeared.

Soft music played in the background as my dad turned away from the stove to smile at me.  "Good morning," he said chipper as always.

I smiled back but didn't say anything as I took a seat at the table and plucked one of the raspberry scones off the plate.

"Don't fill up only on scones," my mom warned.

Raspberry scones were probably one of my favorite foods so I'd often eat too many and make myself sick.

I was on my second scone when my mom got up and got the door.  It was weird to have someone ring the doorbell at this hour but I was in raspberry heaven.

There was some talking in the hall before my mom returned to take her usual seat.  "Nathan?" My mom pointed behind me.

I shoved the last bit of scone in my mouth and turned, nearly choking.  I tried to say something and forgot my mouth was full.