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December Short story challenge -M/M - stories & comments
Elci, it is so sweet. I love this story. Thank you for brightening my day.
Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come out to his fam..."
And what's up with all of us in this little family of ours, we all want to use the same character names. One of mine was called Cole. Now I have to find another. Hahaha. But, it's okay, Elci, because I love your Cole.
It was sort of a joke. I've realized after reading a lot of m/m that Ethan and Cole are like the only names ever used. Why break tradition. Scy, thanks for liking it.
Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come out to his fam..."
How very positive and wonderful--thank you for sharing your story Elci--I loved it!
Scylar wrote: "Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come ..."
Don't use Sam and TJ, Mister-they are mine!!!
Scy, we can totally share Cole.Thanks Sammy. I appreciate your feedback a lot.
Wow Elci. I loved it! What a sweet and very sensitive story. Way to set the bar :D
Sammy2006 wrote: "Scylar wrote: "Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the be..."
Hey, Sammy. So when can we expect yours?
Rach. wrote: "Wow Elci. I loved it! What a sweet and very sensitive story. Way to set the bar :D"Hey, there, My Little Kiwi. Are you giving us a story?
Ummmmmm, not sure. The month of December I don't usually get a lot of any kind of writing done. Will see how I go. What about you, Scy?
Scylar wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "Scylar wrote: "Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the univ..."
Avoiding writing a script so am writing it now!
Oooooo, are WE in it again Sammy??!! Maybe it can be a carry over of your last story! (featuring the pirate girl as the main character of course LOL) *cheesy grin*
Rach. wrote: "Oooooo, are WE in it again Sammy??!! Maybe it can be a carry over of your last story! (featuring the pirate girl as the main character of course LOL) *cheesy grin*"Okay--there is a pseudo pirate theme--but alas, I could not work you guys in this one. However, maybe I can give them a dog named koda...hmmmm?? or maybe farty potatoes!!! LOL!
lol. Awwwwwwwww, he would be flattered I'm sure!! haha As would Kodapants :D
Rach. wrote: "lol. Awwwwwwwww, he would be flattered I'm sure!! haha As would Kodapants :D"You are a crazy woman!! How did class go this morning? And how is hubby??
Class was good. I didn't have to take it so I just sweated and panted away down the back where no one coud see me (or so I like to imagine haha) M is mowing the lawns awwwwwww...lol. I'm still putting up freakin decorations - understated has never been my style when it comes to christmas :P
Rach. wrote: "Class was good. I didn't have to take it so I just sweated and panted away down the back where no one coud see me (or so I like to imagine haha) M is mowing the lawns awwwwwww...lol. I'm still putt..."Oh god--I have not begun--just the mere thought of hauling the boxes down from the attic and doing it by myself is enough to make me shudder! Kind of like the script I'm avoiding--gotta do it soon!
Elci wrote: "Ha ha. We've yet to decorate too."Oh thank god you are here Elci--now I can feel the guilt just gliding away--thank you sweet girl, thank you!!
But...but...it's December...*bewildered look at the lack of Christmas overkill* lol
Rach. wrote: "But...but...it's December...*bewildered look at the lack of Christmas overkill* lol"Back you demented christmas elf--back I say!!!!
Ignores Sammys ravings and biffs magical christmas glitter at her. Smiles as Sammy breaks into song (a carol of course) and wanders to the attic for the pretty tinsel and even prettier Christmas balls lol
Excuse me---where is farty potatoes??? I am calling him right now--and if he's not available because you have him bound and gagged with tinsel I am calling guttermonkey...oh BBBBBBJJJJJJJ!!!!!! Help Rach has been hitting the eggnog again!!
Are we hijacking a thread again??--dear god we have got to get a room and stop meeting like this!!=:)
Here's my story! Kat---loved this pic!Lost at Sea
A hit of Cinnamon wafted it’s way into his room. That was what woke Sam…the smell of cinnamon. Sam groaned as he rolled over and tried to bury his head further beneath his blankets; for he knew any moment now…Sa-am—are you up yet honey? Sam? Sam groaned aloud and burrowed deeper down, pulling his pillow over top of his face. Sam?? Sam, it’s time to get up…NOW Sam. 30 seconds ticked by on the clock and then…SAM—Don’t make your mother come up there! Out of bed NOW SON! Sam stiffened as his father bellowed and waited anxiously for the heavy tread of his footfalls…10 seconds…30 seconds…50 sec…NOW SAM OR SO HELP ME I’M COMING UP! 54 seconds—the old man had set a new record! Usually it took his Dad only 40 seconds to come thundering up the stairs to bang the door off it’s hinges. Of course that was before…before the accident. Sam felt his heart begin to race as his palms and forehead broke out in a sweat. His stomach, settled and stable not even a minute before now began to roll and slide. Oh god he wasn’t going to make it. Sam leapt from bed as if suddenly poked by a red-hot branding iron and ran for the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before heaving what was left of last night’s supper into the bowl. As he knelt before the porcelain god, his thin, tight body shivered and shook as if his very bones were coming unhinged. His entire body was threatening to shatter into a million pieces. Much like his heart already had.
Boom, boom, boom, crash. The bedroom door flew open as if an explosion had released it from its moorings. In the doorway, slightly disheveled and out of breath, stood Sam’s father looking as though he were the next candidate for a massive coronary. Sam, how many times have we told you to get up the first time we call you? Now your mother is downstairs having slaved over your favorite breakfast that damned French toast and you’re up here lying in be…oh Jesus, Sam! His father’s huge shadow cast a pall over the white ceramic bowl as Sam felt his shoulders heave and hot, scalding tears begin to fall down his sallow and sunken cheeks…again.
“Oh Sammy, Sammy, baby boy, oh god, come here Sammy, come here…Jesus baby come here.” His father grabbed Sam around his now shaking shoulders and held him, rocking him back and forth smoothing his hair and kissing the side of his head over and over as he mumbled, “It’s okay Sam, I have you baby, Daddy has you Sam. That’s it Sam just let it out, let it all out.”
Sam tried to do as his father said, but deep down inside himself, in places where only unending pain and the stuff of nightmares dwelt; he knew it would never be all right again. Jacob was dead. Sweet, innocent Jacob, his brother, was gone…never to breath again…and it was all Sam’s fault.
3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, please can I come, can I?”
Sam looked at his little brother Jacob; his sandy colored hair sticking up and out of his oversized baseball cap like straw out of a scarecrow’s hat. He knew that if he did not take Jacob along his father would have a “talk” with him tonight about “including” his little brother in his life rather than always “shutting him the hell out”. At the same time, this was Sam’s one and only chance to talk with TJ before the pep rally and bonfire on Friday. And he had to talk with Teej today if he was going to convince him to come to homecoming with him. Teej would be working at his Dad’s hardware store every other night this week starting tomorrow, Monday. If he didn’t speak with him today, there was no way he would have another chance before the bonfire. The day after that was homecoming. No, Jacob was going to have to stay home this time.
“Sorry squirt no can do. There’s really only enough room for two guys in the boat so you’re going to have to stay home this time.”
“Aww but Sammy, that’s what you said last time. Hey, do I have to stay home so you and TJ can be all kissy face again? Yuck, that is so gross Sammy!”
Sam blushed a deep red and glanced over his shoulder at his open bedroom door checking for any lurking parental units before saying, “Be quiet Jake, Dad will hear you!”
“Hah, since when are you afraid of Dad, I mean, not since he caught you and TJ kissing on the bed and grounded…hey, you aren’t supposed to see TJ until Friday—you’re cheating Sam. I’m gonna tell Dad.” Jake turned and started toward the open door, intent on revealing Sam’s plan.
Sam grabbed Jacob by the collar of his sweatshirt, hauled him back into the room and slammed his bedroom door shut. His heart racing, Sam leaned toward Jake and twisting his face into the meanest glare possible said, “Now you listen to me squirt, if you so much as breathe a word of this to dad so help me I’m going to lock you in your closet, turn off the light and leave you there until all that’s left of you is a dried up bag of bones.”
Jacob’s face grew pale and his lower lip began to tremble, unshed tears pooling in his round baby blue eyes. With a quivering voice Jacob said, “ I w-w-won’t say an-an-anything Sam. I promise.” And with that, Jacob burst into tears, his terror over being left in a dark and locked closet on full display along with his trembling lower lip and his tear filled eyes.
“Aw jeez Jakey, stop that. Oh man, c’mere.” Sam grabbed his little brother and held him tight, soothing his back with his open hand. “It’s okay, I was only joking Jake.” Sam leaned back and took hold of Jake’s chin, pulling it up so he could look into his little brother’s eyes as he spoke the next sentence. “Hey, I would never do that. You know that right Jake? You know I would never ever let you alone in the dark, right?” Jake sniffed and nodded his head. Sam pulled his brother’s small, thin frame back into the safety of his arms and sighed. “Of course you can come along with TJ and me. Just let me tell Mom where we’re going and then you can help me get the stuff in the van, okay? Then we’ll go pick up TJ and head for the boat launch.” Sam leaned back once more and looked at Jake. “But Jake, we can’t tell Dad we’re taking TJ along—he wouldn’t like that right now, okay? “ Jake nodded solemnly and then a slow smile began to creep back onto his tear-streaked face. “It will be our secret right Samster? We can be just like pirate spies and we can pretend TJ is our hostage and no one can know he’s on our ship right?” Sam smiled at the familiar nickname and pulled the brim of Jake’s cap down over his eyes. “ Aye-aye Capn’ Jake, whatever you say!”
Two hours later, as Sam and TJ tried once more to launch there small skiff into the water while Jake cavorted around them like a demon possessed puppy, Sam was regretting ever having requested that his parents give him a sibling. Just as Sam was about to blow his last gasket, ever patient and slow to anger TJ said, “Hey Cap’n Jake, grab hold of the mizzen mast there and give the front end the old heave ho.” Looking as though TJ had uttered a magic spell, Jake stopped whirling like a demented dervish and stood stock-still. He looked down at the rope attached to the prow of the smart little skiff, and grabbing with both hands pulled with all his might. As if that last little tug was the final straw, the skiff glided with ease into the water and the boys jumped onboard. Sam took the helm and steered the boat into the waves so as not to capsize. TJ began to stow their gear and Jake clapped his hands with glee. The sun was shining and all seemed right with the world as the boys drifted off into the cloudless horizon, not a care in the world to weigh them down. In the far, far, distance, the storm that had been forecast for later in the day began to brew and churn. Within just a few short hours it would overtake their small craft and the sun would shine no more that day…but for now their were only bright skies.
“ SO, um, Teej, what do you think?” Sam was sweating like a snowman in the desert. He had no idea it would be this hard to ask his boyfriend to go to the homecoming dance with him. Even though both boys were out and proud at school, going as a couple to the sacred homecoming dance was pushing the envelope wide open. But Sam wanted this. He wanted the entire world to know how much he loved this boy. He stole another glance at TJ’s impassive face. If only he knew what Teej was thinking…**I cant believe he asked me to the dance. Oh my god I am so in love. Look at him. Those deep blue eyes, those round soft lips. Dear god, I sound like a girl. Okay TJ get a grip, just answer the man. Stop drooling like your 12 again***. “Uh, sure, I’d love to go Sam.” Sam stared, his mouth dropping open as if he could not believe what he had heard. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Are you sure Teej. I mean I won’t go if you don’t want to. Really, I understand that you might not want to be seen with me like that...in such a public place…dancing and all…” Sam’s words trailed off as TJ’ s hand reached out to cup his face, drawing him close. The wind whipped Sam’s hair back and forth as he leaned in ever closer, closing his eyes and relinquishing his mouth to that soft, gentle kiss. TJ drew back and pushed Sam’s hair back with his other hand, saying: “I’m sure Samster. Very sure.” Sam, smiling at TJ’s use of the nickname his brother used, leaned in and kissed him again. Just then a hard wave came crashing against the side of the small boat knocking Sam off balance and pushing him onto his side where he landed squarely on top of his sleeping brother. Jake awoke with a start and looked up, just as the next wave hit the boat, rocking it dangerously.
“What was that Sammy?” Jake looked up scared and confused as another wave hit the small boat. “It’s just a little storm Jake—it’s okay, we’re heading back home now.” Sam crawled over toward the helm, grabbing the spinning rudder with both hands. He shouted over his shoulder at TJ. “Stow any gear that might fly around Teej. Jakey, lie back down on the bottom of the boat and hang on tight. And hook up your life jacket. Geez Jake what did I tell you about keeping your lifejacket tied tight. You never lis…” The wind tore the rest of the sentence away as Sam was knocked back against the side of the boat. Wave upon wave came crashing down making it almost impossible to see anything. Sam heard TJ yelling his name and then he heard Jake scream. As Sam yelled out his brother’s name, he watched in horror as Jake was swept overboard. TJ lunged after the boy, almost capsizing the boat, and managed to grab hold of Jake’s lifejacket at the last moment. But Jake had not had time to buckle the jacket and cinch it tight. As Sam screamed out his brother’s name once more, TJ’s hand flung backward carrying a child-sized life jacket in its grip. As Sam watched, the rolling black water swallowed Jake and he disappeared from view.
Later that day as the Lake Patrol lifted Jake’s lifeless body from the bottom of the lake, Sam huddled in a blanket and rocked endlessly, his mind numb with shock. TJ had been transported to the hospital to be checked out for a concussion. He sustained the injury when he hit his head diving off the side of the boat attempting to save Jake. Sam’s parents spoke quietly with the sheriff, dully answering his questions in monotone voices that were occasionally interrupted by broken sobs from Sam’s mother. Jake was dead. Sam could not wrap his mind around that fact. Quietly his parents gathered him up and took him home. When they arrived home, they slowly trooped into the living room and sat down. No one spoke. The weighted silence was finally broken when Sam said. “I killed him. I killed my brother.” His mother started, looking wildly at his father. Sam’s father stood swiftly and went to kneel down by his son. Gently, ever so gently, he pushed Sam’s hair back off his forehead and rested his hand against his son’s pale cheek. “No Sam, you didn’t kill Jake, you didn’t. It was an accident Sam. A terrible, terrible accident.” Sam’ mother sobbed and rose to join her son on the sofa. She grabbed him up and clutched him to her breast, rocking him and keening softly. Over and over she said, “No Sammy, no. Not your fault, never your fault.” The shattered family remained in this frozen, broken tableau for the rest of the night. They alternately cried and comforted each other, mourning their loss.
Friday Evening
As Sam looked around the park at the myriad of lit candles and people standing in small and large clusters, he felt rather than saw TJ emerge from the darkening gloom. TJ stopped just behind him, breathing gently; touching yet not touching, giving comfort, warming Sam’s winter swept heart. As if TJ had called him by name, Sam turned, wrapping his arms around his own waist as if to hold in the waves of sadness that threatened to carry him away. “Hey Sam.” Sam looked at TJ, blinking back the tears. “Hey yourself.” With that small utterance, Sam let go and tears began to cascade down his face. TJ reached out and grabbed him, safe inside the firm embrace. “That’s it baby, let it go. I’m here Sam, I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
Sammy2006 wrote: "Excuse me---where is farty potatoes??? I am calling him right now--and if he's not available because you have him bound and gagged with tinsel I am calling guttermonkey...oh BBBBBBJJJJJJJ!!!!!! H..."HAHAHA You are all aloooooooone Samster. No one is coming lol. I rushed out into the madness to buy Christmas presents that I have to send to Aussie. BAD how I sent your guys cards away before sending any of my families stuff! WHOOPS! lol Ah well, I guess you're my internet family... Going to read your story now Sammy my friend <3
Rach. wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "Excuse me---where is farty potatoes??? I am calling him right now--and if he's not available because you have him bound and gagged with tinsel I am calling guttermonkey...oh BBBB..."You are a bad girl--but I luv you anyway!!!
Awwwwwwww. Muah. Shhhhh, Im reeeeading...
Rach. wrote: "Awwwwwwww. Muah. Shhhhh, Im reeeeading..."tell me if there are typos--I am hell at finding typos!
Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, please can I come, can..."
OMG Sammy *wipes away tears* That was so SAD. It completely pulled me in and it fit the picture perfectly. :( So sad! *sniff*
I've been thinking about a plot since I saw that was one of the pics up in the poll. I'm going to give it a try over the weekend to write it down for you.
Sammy2006 wrote: "Rach. wrote: "Awwwwwwww. Muah. Shhhhh, Im reeeeading..."tell me if there are typos--I am hell at finding typos!"
There was only one that I noticed and I can't remember where it is! =O
Rach. wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, plea..."
AWWW don't cry. I enjoyed this picture a lot!! Now go wrap those presents you slacker! Your card should arrive by monday!!!
Ibis3 wrote: "I've been thinking about a plot since I saw that was one of the pics up in the poll. I'm going to give it a try over the weekend to write it down for you."Yay Ibis--will look forward to reading it!
*does a little dance* Yay! Caaaaaards. I've hung the ones I've got up already! lol.
Sammy2006 wrote: "Here's my story! Kat---loved this pic!Lost at Sea
A hit of Cinnamon wafted it’s way into his room. That was what woke Sam…the smell of cinnamon. Sam groaned as he rolled over and tried to bu..."
That was beautiful Sammy. And so sad!!!!
Elci wrote: "Here goes nothing. Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come out to his fam..."
Love it! Great job Elci!
Elci - loved it! Sammy - so sad, but so good!
Thank you!
That was beautiful, but so sad, Sammy.And Elci, love your story! But you already know that :)
Wow guys, you're so fast!!! I haven't read the stories yet, but I will, soon!!! :)
Hi ladies. Nice to see some faces!! :P It's been so quiet today
I've been busy gardening all day, and then cleaning out the spare room. But I'm looking forward to reading the stories that are up in bed later. .
Thanks everyone--sorry it was so sad.
You saw my backyard in the pics last weekend. . It neded doing. . Sammy am I going to be crying myself to sleep?
Byron wrote: "You saw my backyard in the pics last weekend. . It neded doing. . Sammy am I going to be crying myself to sleep?"
Maybe Byron--but you are made of stern stuff---and I thought the end was positive??? Maybe I was worng??
Aww, thanks for the support and Kat for being the Beta. You guys are great.
Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come out to his family, to his friends, how to go about getting a gaydar (and hopefully a boyfriend), serious life altering questions - but on top of the list was: why that song. It used to be a good song until it took residence in his head. He had so much going on, and that was the one thing he didn’t need. As he looked around his room, his spiritual home for 17 years Ethan sighed. Sighing was his new hobby. It annoyed his parents, but when the universe had seen fit to do song torture, on top of all the other stuff he had to deal with then sighing was as good as it got.
Nothing better than lying in bed trying to answer life’s questions while trying not to think somewhat pervy thoughts about the cute boy in his life. Cole. Sigh. Cole and Ethan sitting under a tree… Oh if the world only knew how nuts he was, Ethan laughed to himself. He decided it was time to get up before he planned the wedding and the happily ever after. But before all that there was the coming out and the finding out. Independence Day, yeah, this coming Tuesday was when it would all go down. Only days to go, Ethan sighed again.
Only one person knew he was gay. One. His uncle, he was a youth councilor/therapist. Something like that. All Ethan knew was that he worked with teens. It was his job to be understanding. One day Ethan had been looking at his Tumblr dash and cute boy picture after cute boy picture and a secret was no longer a secret. That's what he got for following kids that were out and proud. He called his uncle and told him. Just like that. His uncle had been really cool about it and had promised not to say anything to anyone ever. He had an ally and that was great but the hard part was still to come. Telling the parental units, acquiring gaydar and Cole.
He and Cole had met at a local comic book store 6 months ago. They were the same age but went to different schools; the schools were not really far from each other. Their first conversations were about story lines, plots, favorites. This continued every Saturday. Silver Sun Comics at 10 lunch after that. They always talked, first about the important stuff, the comics then about life. Not once had they cancelled.Ethan figured Cole knew everything about him except the big secret. A weekly Saturday date even if it was only in Ethan’s mind.
“Hey stranger.” Ethan walked up to Cole "have you seen the new Justice League comic?” He tried to not stare while he moved over to the new comic section.
“Nah, dude. I just got here. So I figured we’d look together and see if the other new stuff came in. Have you seen the new Batwoman? She’s actually a lesbian in this one. It’s kinda neat.“ Ethan looked over to him, opened his mouth and nothing. Cole continued "Hey, did I tell you that my sister and her little friends decided to make friendship bracelets?" They both laughed. “Yeah, they’re fun to make. Hey have you realized that we’ve met here weekly for 6 months. So, I, uh, got you one." Ethan looked over and Cole had the bracelet in his hand. “You don’t have to wear it, but I wanted to get you one, since you’re my best comic book collecting friend and because you let me buy that comic that one time even though you wanted it too. It looks really nice in my collection.” Cole bumped him with his shoulder and laughed.
“Jerk. You owe me more than a bracelet”
“Hey, I said thank you. Plus I bought you lunch that day and I let you read it.“
“Thanks. How kind of you.“ They both burst out laughing. “Anyway, thanks for the bracelet. I haven’t worn one in ages, but I’ve always loved them.“
“Cool, I got one for Stacey too.” Ah yes, Stacey. She went to school with Cole and was his neighbour. Yeah some people were too lucky. She’d actually come to the comic book store a couple of times. Mood killer. Not that there was a mood to kill, but still. They never talked about girls and Ethan never got the nerve to ask if they were dating, Cole never said anything so when in doubt assume everyone is straight and hooked up.
“So, uh are you going to the 4th of July celebrations at the park? My family always goes, so if you do go we should totally meet up.” Ok, it wasn’t a date, but how Ethan wished it had been.
“Yeah, we always go with Stacey’s family. You have my cell so we could play Marco Polo through text.“ Stacey again. That girl.
“Yeah, Marco Polo through text. Sounds like a plan. So, what else are we looking for? The new Daredevil?”
Cole put his arm around Ethan and while holding a comic on his hand said “What made you sure I haven’t found it? And it’s all mine.”
Gah! Ethan melted. He knew it was sad, but he melted. Right there in the middle of The Silver Sun. Oh, if only time stood still. Removing his arm Cole continued looking through the new issues. Ethan pretended to look around didn’t know what he was looking at or even cared.
Holy cow, July 4th. The fireworks were about to go off in more ways than one. How cliché Ethan thought, coming out to the family on Independence Day – not counting his uncle. He figured telling his uncle was like the lawyer confidentiality thing – it was his job to be accepting. If things went well then it’d be this fab anniversary and if things went not so well, then… He’d figure out the then later. As he looked around he saw Cole talking to his friends. Sigh. Cole. They were friends, really good friends. Crushes on good friends was also so cliché. Ethan didn’t mind that this day he was one big cliché, at least that meant he wasn’t the first one to ever go through this. Here goes nothing he thought
“Mom, dad” Sigh,“I have something to tell you guys. I need to say this then, if you have questions…” Ethan looked at his dad and at his mom, as they waited for the night festivities to start. Who knew it could get so quiet in the middle of a party.
“Ok, tell us what’s going on. We know something is and even though your siblings aren’t here we can discuss this“ Ethan hoped that was true, but who knew really. His mom grabbed his hands gently “Just tell us, sweetie. We love you”
Sigh. "You see that guy over there" Ethan pointed to Cole “I have a crush on him. I think he’s cute. So.. yeah..uh... that means I’m…gay” Why did he bring Cole into this? Ethan would have to think about that later, right after he figured out the secret to not crying.”I’m not saying he’s gay, just that I’m gay and yeah…” Ah silence why must you be so loud.
He felt his mom grab his hands and pull him to her. “Eth, we love you. That’s the first and last thing you need to know. You are our son, and that’s it. There will be questions and discussions later on as we’re still learning, but you are our Ethan and we’re a family and whoever has issues well that’s theirs to deal with." Holy cow, really it was that easy? Well, if he ignored the fact that he was bawling his eyes out, hyperventilating and that his father hadn’t said anything than yeah it was that easy.
“Ethan, we love you and we will talk more later, but now, why don’t you go join your friend” His dad pointed at Cole “we’ll be here waiting for you”.
He nodded, tried his best to clean his face. Now onto Cole as he sighed another prayer to the universe.
“Hey Cole, are you ready for more festivities?” Ethan figured this was the way to start, inane questions followed by life altering statements. Yeah.
“Are you kidding, I’m always ready. I think I’ve eaten more than any sane person should. How about you? Are you ready for some fireworks?” Fireworks coming right up.
Ethan nodded and his eyes started tearing up. “Hey Eth, what’s going on?” Oh boy. It was now or never because apparently the machine to make time stop had yet to be invented.
“Cole, I need to tell you something. Please don’t be angry.” Another sigh, another deep breath and serious tears “Uh..I’m...yeah..I'm... gay. I just told my folks and …I like you…a lot…”
Cole’s arms went around him, but all Ethan could do was hide his face and cry. He felt more than heard the whispered words “It’s ok Ethan. I’m gay too. Remember, it’s Independence Day, we are free to love, and I choose you.” Ethan felt Cole’s arms tighten around him.
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