The Story Of Us

Almost Coming Out

When I got out of the school I took out my phone and text Mitch.
'Hey, I hope you're ok. When you are finished in school come over. We need to talk.'
I knew he wouldn't answer straight away because he was still in school but I could wait.

I waited outside the school gates and that was when my dad pulled up. The look of horror that crossed his face was possibly the scariest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. It was a look filled with worry and anger.

"Scott Richard Hoying, what the hell happened to you?" He asked when I got in the car. I handed him the note that the principal gave me. He slowly read through it and his face fell.

"Oh Scott. Why would you even think of getting in on the fight?" He asked me.

I didn't really know how to answer that question. "Because.....I was trying to protect Mitch." I stated looking up at him as he began to drive.

He frowned slightly. "What was going on with Mitch?" He asked. I explained everything that happened. Everything from when I walked in, to the principals office.

"Scott can I ask you something?" Dad asked when I was finished. I nodded in response. He looked a little unsure of his words before he spoke again.

"So you're fourteen now and you're old enough to understand some things. Some things that you may be feeling about certain people. Different feelings that you have never felt before." He was really careful with what words he used. Sort of like when the principal explained what the word fag meant.

"I don't really understand what you're saying to me," I started.

"Ok then, let me explain a little more. You understand that me and your mother love each other right..."

"You're not getting a divorce are you?" I asked, worry filling my body.

"No Scott. We love each other in a different way to the way you love your sister or your grandfather. That's a family love. We love each other in a romantic way. So you have me and your mother together....."

"Dad, you don't have to keep going. I understand the whole love thing. I also understand the whole gay and lesbian thing, so if you are going to talk to me about that you're waisting your time. I don't have any romantic attraction towards anyone at the moment. At least I think I don't. Maybe I do. Maybe I don't know what it feels like to like someone. But dad I don't feel the same way about girls that the girls in my school feel about boys. I don't like when the boys talk about the latest girl they've been with because I don't understand that. I don't like girls like that but I don't know if I like guys like that either. I mean I love Mitch...." I stopped myself there and then.

"I'm going to stop talking now. Can we just forget what I just told you please?" I asked my face turning bright red as we pulled into the house.

I didn't let him answer before I got out of the car and flung myself through the door. My mom stood in the hallway.

"Scott, fighting really?" She said.

"Don't you start I was protecting Mitch." I stated walking straight past her and into the kitchen.

"It's not like that Connie. Scott has explained everything that happened to me." He said. I hoped he wouldn't mention the part after that. And when he didn't I mentally thanked him.

"Your eye is black Scott." My mom stated.

"You think I haven't noticed. It hurts." I said rolling my eyes. I sat back in a chair in the kitchen. That's when my phone beeped.
'Be over in ten' from Mitch

My mom came over to me a bag of peas in her hand and placed it against my eye. She kneeled down so she could look me in the other eye, "Are you alright?" She asked pushing my hair off of my face.

"I'm fine Mom. It just hurts a little. Can I ask you something?" I said looking down at my knees.

"What is it honey?" She asked.

*ding* the doorbell sounded.

Dad went to answer it. "Hey Mitch. You look a bit banged up too huh?" I heard him say.

I hopped down from where I was sitting and walked into the hall. Mitch walked into my arms when he saw me. I held him tightly, rocking him back and forth. He let out a small whine, which broke my heart. I heard Dad walk into the kitchen and the low mumble of their two voices.

I held Mitch at arms length and looked him in the eyes. His brown eyes shimmered over with tears. The cut on his lip and his eyebrow looked swollen and sore.

"Did you go home before coming here?" I asked. Mitch shook his head and hung it low.

"I couldn't let them see me like this. I don't want to worry them. They won't care anyway." He stated.

"Just like you thought I wouldn't care?" I asked.

"I guess." He whispered looking up at me again. My heart started to beat suddenly faster as his eyes looked into mine. I felt my eyes flick down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. He then did the same. I didn't know what I wanted to do. What was going on in my brain?

"Do you want my mom to help fix you up?" I asked my eyes still trained on his. My voice seemed sort of false like I wasn't actually in my own body.

Mitch nodded and I led him into the kitchen where my parents stopped talking. Mitch sat down on the chair where I was sat not five minutes ago. My mom took a disinfectant wipe and started to dab at his face. He pulled away in pain.

"I know it stings honey, but you have to stay still for now." She reassured holding the back of his head. He pulled away again pushing her hand off the back of his head.

"Please don't touch there. It.... I don't like it." Mitch said a tear slipping down his face.

My hand went up to the back of my head and I touched it slightly. It hurt bad. When I took my hand away I could feel Robs hand on the back of my head like it was still there. Like when he was pushing our heads together. My mind flashed back to what he said, 'why don't you just make out. Right here, right now.' Why was he so harsh about that? What if I did like Mitch? I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

I walked over to where Mitch and my mom sat. I put my hand in his and wiped the tears from his face. I needed to make him happy, make him smile, make him laugh.

"Mitch?" I asked

"Yeah." He answered.

"Boop!" I exclaimed and he burst out laughing like proper full out laughing. And so did I. Our laughs filled the room and I saw Mom step back out of the corner of my eye. I listened to Mitch's laughs as they washed over my body. He giggled and giggled throwing his head back and clapping like a seal.

Even over all the noise and all the laughter I swear I heard my dad whisper to my mom, "I don't blame him for loving him."

A/N
Thanks for reading!!!! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! As you can see Scott doesn't really understand what he is feeling for Mitch at the moment.

The new SuperFruit was everything!!! Absolutely the best thing ever!!!

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