Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Twenty-two

Where am I? It's my first thought as I wake up outside, on a cold street, only to immediately clutch onto my aching stomach. "What the fuck happened?" I mutter the words, thinking I'm alone.

"Justin?" I'll admit, I almost let out a scream that probably closely resembles that of a young girl, but I manage to stop myself somehow. Looking up, I see Kade sitting besides me, sort of leaning over me to peer into my eyes. He's looking at me as if I'm not real - kind of weird, but I let it go.

"Shit, you scared the life outta me, Kade. I guess now I see why you didn't exactly get excited over the prospect of telling your parents." I sigh as the memory comes back to me in a sudden rush that almost overwhelms me.

"Oh right, yeah." My gaze is downcast as I remember how my dad had punched me, just because I'm fucking gay. Although technically, he had been aiming for Kade, which only angers me further. My father has no right to get so mad over that. Nor does my mother. I wonder, if I had a brother or sister, would they react the same way to finding out I'm gay? Or would they be like me, not so influenced by my parents to think that being different is a sin? I hope they wouldn't follow my parents' footsteps. Then again, I don't actually have a brother or sister, so I guess I'll never know.

"Justin, ignore them, please. You have me, ya know." I give a weak smile, not really wanting to think about how ignorant my parents are being. As if reading my mind, Kade starts singing obnoxiously loudly (and yes, looking around me, it seems we're in the middle of some street). "If you need me, call me. No matter where you are, no matter how far. Don't worry, Honey, I'll be there in a hurry, you don't have to worry." I burst out laughing at how terribly he sings, his voice cracking at several points.

He takes my hand with an over-exaggerated affection, urging me to sing along, so I mouth the words along with him as he continues with the song's chorus. I don't completely find it in me to get into the song though, as my thoughts are still on my parents. I guess I kinda wish they would just be able to accept me. Yeah, like that'll ever happen...

"Come on." I look up in confusion. Kade's joyful, off-tune singing has stopped and he's holding his hand out, so I take it gratefully, letting him pull me up into a standing position. I stand awkwardly, not really sure what I'm meant to do now, which typically causes Kade to laugh at my awkwardness, before grabbing my hand and dragging me God knows where.

After another ten minutes of walking, we finally come to a main road, and Kade motions over a taxi, which we get in before Kade tells the taxi driver where we're going. To be completely honest, I don't hear what he says as I'm too lost in this never-ending train of thoughts.

And by that I mean, I start to think... About everything. Everything from when I first met Kade, and how I never had any idea I would end up falling in love with him, to now, today. Today when I decided to be brave for the first time in my life and stand up for myself, only to be pushed back down to the ground once again. Yeah, typical, I know. But also today, I realised that I would do anything for Kade.

And not just as small as jumping in front of a guy who tries to punch him. I would do anything for him, in an instant. And I honestly doubt I'd be able to stop myself from doing it. Take today, I barely had the time to even register that I had jumped in front of him before I was being punched. It was like my automatic reaction.

And somehow, knowing that I'm willing to do anything for Kade somehow makes me a lot more confident in our relationship - meaning that I don't give two shits what anyone else thinks, Kade is my boyfriend and that sure as Hell ain't changin' any time soon.

"Kade... Where the fuck are we?" But at what I see before me, a smile has found its way onto my face, and I'm pretty damn sure it won't be leaving any time soon.