doubleposted
from holidaysmut . Because I like having all my fic in one place. just in case. ^^;; dunno in case of what, but oh well. Call me obsessive. And there can never be enough pimpage of that comm. It's awesome; its prompts are awesome, its writers are awesome... simply made of awesome.
So, for the Father's Day challenge...
Kendal sighed at the hesitant knock on his door. It was odd how he could tell a knock was hesitant, but he'd got all too used to it over the past few days.
"Come in," he called, and was unsurprised to see his dad enter his room, all nervous-like. He would then proceed to awkwardly remark on this and that with a lot of hemming and hawing, before leaving again, still every bit as awkward. He wondered what was the point of these seemingly random visits, but then again, he wasn't sure his dad had ever made sense.
His dad sat down on Kendal's bed, like he used to, and Kendal turned his office chair around to face the man. He kept turning the chair restlessly this way and that, with his feet rooted to the same spot on the floor
"So, son," his dad started, and Kendal wondered what groundbreaking piece of intelligence his father would part with this time. "Know what I'd like for my birthday present this year?" He cleared his throat, and rubbed his hands on his pants.
"Um, no," Kendal replied, mildly freaked at the previously unknown levels of random and weird. "I'm not exactly psychic, or anything like that."
His dad stared him right in the eye, serious. "I'd like you to introduce me to your special someone."
Kendal blinked. And again. Okay, either he'd heard wrong, or his old man had finally tilted completely. He didn't know what was worse; either he was insane, and hearing things, or his dad was completely nuts.
"Well, if you think having them meet your old man is embarrassing, you could just show me a picture - or even just tell me their name, I don't mind. I just want you to know that I care about you, and your happiness," he babbled, before looking down, picking at his nails while gulping visibly. "Of course, I'll accept whoever it is, even if it's... a... a... a guy."
Kendal rubbed his eyes. Then pinched his arm, and winced at the pain. Nope, didn't seem to be a dream. Of course, he'd never had a dream this odd before, either.
"There is nothing wrong with being a..." His father paused, and gulped again. "A homosexual. It's completely natural, and nothing to be ashamed of. Your mother and I love you, and we always will, no matter what."
He just stared at his dad, horrified. "You... think I'm gay?"
The old man licked his lips. "Well, you've never really showed much interest in girls, and your mom said she didn't find any... dirty magazines the other day, when she cleaned your room. So we were wondering... Especially with those tight pants you've taken to wearing lately. I know puberty and being a teenager and all that is difficult, so we just want to make sure you know that we support you, no matter your... preferences, and you don't ever have to be scared to introduce us to the one you love."
"Why would I have dirty magazines? I could just go online!" Kendal protested. "And the pants are called fashion! Girls like guys in tight pants!" He was too shocked to even touch the subject of his mom going through his stuff without his permission. Or even think about the... other stuff.
His dad just gave him a kind - if uncomfortable smile - and reached to pat his knee. "Don't worry, son. It's okay. Besides, that kind of thing is all supposed to be very fashionable at the moment, right?"
Kendal did a quite accurate impression of a fish, and his dad gave him another weak smile, before getting up. "I'll, ah... let you think about it, okay? Don't be afraid to tell us anything, though. We'll do our very best to understand, even if all this modern stuff seems a bit strange to your 'old fossiles'."
With a last pat to his son's knee, his dad left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Kendal blinked while turning his chair back to face his desk. In the complete silence, he could hear the whispered conversation his parents were having on the other side of his door. He groaned, and let his head fall to his desk with a loud, solid thunk.
Then repeated the motion a few times for good measure.
So, for the Father's Day challenge...
Kendal sighed at the hesitant knock on his door. It was odd how he could tell a knock was hesitant, but he'd got all too used to it over the past few days.
"Come in," he called, and was unsurprised to see his dad enter his room, all nervous-like. He would then proceed to awkwardly remark on this and that with a lot of hemming and hawing, before leaving again, still every bit as awkward. He wondered what was the point of these seemingly random visits, but then again, he wasn't sure his dad had ever made sense.
His dad sat down on Kendal's bed, like he used to, and Kendal turned his office chair around to face the man. He kept turning the chair restlessly this way and that, with his feet rooted to the same spot on the floor
"So, son," his dad started, and Kendal wondered what groundbreaking piece of intelligence his father would part with this time. "Know what I'd like for my birthday present this year?" He cleared his throat, and rubbed his hands on his pants.
"Um, no," Kendal replied, mildly freaked at the previously unknown levels of random and weird. "I'm not exactly psychic, or anything like that."
His dad stared him right in the eye, serious. "I'd like you to introduce me to your special someone."
Kendal blinked. And again. Okay, either he'd heard wrong, or his old man had finally tilted completely. He didn't know what was worse; either he was insane, and hearing things, or his dad was completely nuts.
"Well, if you think having them meet your old man is embarrassing, you could just show me a picture - or even just tell me their name, I don't mind. I just want you to know that I care about you, and your happiness," he babbled, before looking down, picking at his nails while gulping visibly. "Of course, I'll accept whoever it is, even if it's... a... a... a guy."
Kendal rubbed his eyes. Then pinched his arm, and winced at the pain. Nope, didn't seem to be a dream. Of course, he'd never had a dream this odd before, either.
"There is nothing wrong with being a..." His father paused, and gulped again. "A homosexual. It's completely natural, and nothing to be ashamed of. Your mother and I love you, and we always will, no matter what."
He just stared at his dad, horrified. "You... think I'm gay?"
The old man licked his lips. "Well, you've never really showed much interest in girls, and your mom said she didn't find any... dirty magazines the other day, when she cleaned your room. So we were wondering... Especially with those tight pants you've taken to wearing lately. I know puberty and being a teenager and all that is difficult, so we just want to make sure you know that we support you, no matter your... preferences, and you don't ever have to be scared to introduce us to the one you love."
"Why would I have dirty magazines? I could just go online!" Kendal protested. "And the pants are called fashion! Girls like guys in tight pants!" He was too shocked to even touch the subject of his mom going through his stuff without his permission. Or even think about the... other stuff.
His dad just gave him a kind - if uncomfortable smile - and reached to pat his knee. "Don't worry, son. It's okay. Besides, that kind of thing is all supposed to be very fashionable at the moment, right?"
Kendal did a quite accurate impression of a fish, and his dad gave him another weak smile, before getting up. "I'll, ah... let you think about it, okay? Don't be afraid to tell us anything, though. We'll do our very best to understand, even if all this modern stuff seems a bit strange to your 'old fossiles'."
With a last pat to his son's knee, his dad left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Kendal blinked while turning his chair back to face his desk. In the complete silence, he could hear the whispered conversation his parents were having on the other side of his door. He groaned, and let his head fall to his desk with a loud, solid thunk.
Then repeated the motion a few times for good measure.