“And have you told your parents? Do they know about your relationship?”
“Dad…” I said before Elliot reached a hand out to stop me.
“Well, I never really thought much about my orientation until I met Michael,” he began to explain to them. “I guess it never occurred to me that I could be bisexual since I never had any interest in someone of the same sex. So, I have not come out to them and I’m still shy about telling it to people, but I’m working my way around it by telling my parents next weekend.”
My dad didn’t say anything as he returned to the grill then turned to him. “Well, the only advice I can say is that don’t take offense to what your parents say because they probably might not understand. I didn’t when Michael tried to tell me,” he said and my dad glanced over at me before turning back to Elliot. “Give it some time for them to adjust and talk to them s
"There’s a party going on tonight,” he said as he put his phone away. “We’re going.”“We? You never invite me.” I said, turning to him. “Also, you know I’m not that social and I don’t really have a reason to go…”“Come on,” Chris said as he pulled me to walk faster.“Why? I really don’t want to go.” I said as I frowned. “You never wanted me to go before.”“I want you to come with me this time and we never had any fun like this before.” He tells me.“I don’t drink or dance and I suck at socializing.” I listed and he wrapped his arm around me to pull me closer to him. “And your friends don’t like me so they would be upset if you bring me along.”“Which is why you need to loosen up, relax, and enjoy your teenage years!” He tells me as if it's so easy. “The more you g
“Open the door. I only want to talk.” He retorts.I opened my mouth and before I could say anything I started hearing pounding downstairs.“Come open the door,” he said again. “I know your dad is not here so he’s not going to get mad that I’m here.”I slowly stepped out of my room and for a second I hesitated as I made my way to the front of the door. When I opened it I saw Chris standing there and that tight feeling in my chest came back that made it hard to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose as I watched him put away his phone once he saw me and walked in casually. I looked at him and noticed that he was around to reach a hand out to me, but I took a step away from him.“Don’t,” I said, already out of breath.“I’m just here to say I’m sorry,” he said as he reached out to grab my hand again and took it. “I sobered up and I realized that I didn&
We both took the shot and I was a little disgusted at the taste when I saw him reaching for the bottle again filling up both glass.“Another one?” I asked, disgusted with the taste in my mouth.“Come on, you agreed to come to hang out with us tonight and that meant you also agreed to have fun as well,” he said.I can feel my cheeks growing warm from the alcohol as I looked at him, “I’m not going to stay here later… I’m going to leave with Caesar and I don’t care if you're going to stay or go home with us.” I told him before I took the shot.He stared at me before he took his drink. “You’re going with that dickhead?” he asked, sounding a little annoyed.“He’s just a friend and you know that. Is that all you're really thinking about after what I said?” I retorted, surprised at his sudden annoyance.“So you’re just gonna go home with any
Caesar stared at me, waiting “Well? What do you have to say? You need to speak up and tell me what you believe if he’s saying these types of shit to you.”I felt my mouth so dry as I tried to get the words out of my mouth. “He… He came… He came on to me.” I stuttered.“What?” he asked, confused.“At the last party that I went to with him… Last month, he was drunk or high or both and he came on to me when we were alone…” I said as I covered my face wanting to hide. “He apologized saying that he didn’t mean to hurt me and that we’ve been together for two years that we shouldn’t have been shy with each other, to begin with. We’re already in high school, at this point, I know that I’m gay, and having to do it with a guy proves it.”“And you believed him? You believed his bullshit excuse?”“He’s my boyfriend
I watched him as he moved, showing me how to swim as we went around in lapse while he tried to show off his skills. We played around for a while until Lily came back outside to leave the towel on the chair and after a while, it was so quiet that we took that cue to get out of the pool. I handed Elliot the towel and we moved to sit on a chair while we waited to dry up before going inside. Elliot pulled off his shirt setting it aside and I glanced over at him feeling shy that I wasn’t comfortable taking off my own shirt.I shivered, starting to feel cold. “Let’s go inside. I’m freezing now…”“Yeah,” Elliot said, getting up and we quietly made our way inside.“Just be careful on the stairs,” I whispered as we made our way towards the stairs. “You shower first.”“Are you sure? You said you’re cold.” Elliot asked.“I can wait,” I answered as I opened t
“Michael…” Elliot said, turning to look at me.“I’m fine,” I said as Elliot reached his hand out to brush over my forehead.“Well, if you feel sick, tell me so we can take you to the hospital. You’ve never dealt with a panic attack as strong as this before and I hope it doesn't put stress on your body,” he said with a serious expression."No, I'm fine. Just tired now." I tell him.I turned away feeling exhausted that I wasn’t sure how to feel now that I have more control of myself and I laid there, staring off, as I tried to clear my mind. I couldn’t tell if I was still upset at how I felt, scared of how I reacted, or just wishing I couldn’t feel like this anymore. Elliot wasn’t saying anything as he stared at me when I noticed that he took my hand but I didn’t pull it away knowing he’s trying to comfort me and it felt so warm feeling his hands in mine that I slowly
“So, you felt sick last night? Was it from swimming at night?” My dad asked.I shook my head, looking down at my plate, as I felt nervous explaining to him.“No, It's just that… Um, I couldn’t sleep.”“I’m sure with Michael’s history that you know that he has some health complications,” Elliot said, cutting in after seeing my hesitation.“Well, briefly after discussing with his mother and she’s told me a few events that have happened. Is there more that I’m not aware of?” My dad asked, glancing over at me.“I get panic attacks when I'm stressed and get anxious that I have a hard time breathing.” I tried to explain fringing with my hands trying to calm myself.“Should we send you to see a doctor? Is it that serious?” Lily asked.“It’s actually a bit common to develop these traits after such a traumatic past. There are moment
I felt everyone staring at me as I couldn’t handle how the conversation led to and I just decided to leave without responding back as I felt my legs move while I opened the front door and was practically running not bothering to look back. Taking deep breaths trying to calm myself, I was uncertain if I was upset, angry, or overwhelmed, but I couldn’t take it anymore in that house. I knew my dad didn’t change much, but he didn’t have to talk that way if he wanted to discuss my past and be patient with me if he gave me the time I could have told him. Yet the more I was listening the more it felt like he just wanted clarity that he wasn’t at fault.“Michael.”I glanced back and saw Elliot running to catch up to me after walking down the street.“I’m not going back,” I said, continuing walking.“Just wait,” he said as he reached for my hand to stop me. “Hold on.”I pull