RP: And high up above or down below
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2011
Characters: Dylan Rogers, Josh Moore, Sean Rogers (NPC), Jan Rogers (NPC)
Location: Dylan's house
Status: Private
Summary: The truth is hard to swallow
Completion: incomplete
"Hey mom, how was church?" Dylan had waited until he knew his parents would be home and would have had a chance to eat some lunch before he called. His mother was always more agreeable with a full stomach, much like he was.
"Dylan! Hello! It was fine. Busy with choir practice and getting everything squared away for Palm Sunday. Do you think you might come home for Easter, dear? Everyone would love to see you!"
Dylan shook his head and smiled. "No, I don't think so." If his mom didn't freak out about his news, maybe he'd make the trip home, but that seemed like a stretch.
"Oh, all right, dear. But you know how important Easter is. Your father will be so disappointed."
Dylan almost laughed. He held it together, but just barely. If only his father's disappointment in his lack of commitment to church was his only problem. "I know, mom. I'll think about it." He was a push over and he knew it, but hearing his mom's excitement was worth it.
"Excellent, baby! Maybe you can bring Josh with you, too. The boy needs a home cooked meal something terrible. How is Serenity doing? Well, I hope?"
It was comments like those that made Dylan wonder if his mom would really be that upset after all. She loved Josh, truly loved him, so maybe she wouldn't mind. It was a stretch, but Dylan was hopeful. "It's going really well. I'll make sure to tell him you asked." Dylan knew he'd need to just come out with this if he was ever going to do it-- three weeks now he'd wanted to tell his parents about his relationship, and every week he'd chickened out. "So, I have some news," he said slowly.
"Oh?" his mother asked, her interest clearly piqued.
"Yeah. I'm seeing someone," Dylan said quickly, closing his eyes and holding his breath once the words were out there."
"Oh, Dylan! I'm so happy I could scream! I need to go get your father...he'll want to hear all about her. Did you meet her at work? At church?"
Dylan tried to cut her off before she had a conniption. "No, don't get dad. Not yet. Just listen for a minute."
Dylan heard his mother huff, but eventually settle. "Mom, it's a little complicated."
His mother took a quick breath. Dylan heard footsteps and the click of a door closing.
"She's Jewish, isn't she? Oh Dylan, that's okay, dear. Plenty of women convert..."
Dylan groaned. "Lord, mom! Just stop." If only Josh being Jewish was the issue, and not, say, his lack of X chromosomes.
"Honey, what is it? Is she married?? Lord help us, Dylan I raised you better than that!"
"Mom, just stop, okay?" He hoped his calm voice would get her to shut up for once. "It's Josh."
"Josh likes her too? Oh honey, that is a problem, with him being your best friend and all..."
Dylan let his head fall back against the couch. "No, mom. Josh is who I'm seeing. He's my boyfriend."
Silence.
Dylan cleared his throat. "Mom?"
More silence.
"Now mom, I know you're not happy. I know this isn't what you wanted for me, but I'm happy. And you love Josh, so don't try to pretend otherwise." Dylan listened to more silence, groaning as he banged his head against the edge of the couch.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his hand.
Glancing down at it, he pressed the answer button, shocked that his mother had actually hung up on him.
"Hi," he answered, not sure how much his mother had heard. "Mom, before you launch into how we're going to hell and how dad will disown me and how you will never speak to me again, just listen. I love Josh. I love him with my entire heart, and I've never loved anyone like that. Never even liked anyone like I like him. I know you always figured I would find the right girl sooner or later, but mom. I won't, because I don't like girls. At least, not like I like Josh. He's my best friend and he makes me happy and he takes care of me, and I take care of him. I love him mom, and I know you love him, too. If you never want to talk to me again, I'll be crushed, but I knew it was a chance. I love him, mom. And I can't turn that off or will it away."
Dylan paused to take a breath, unclenching his hand from around his phone and closing his eyes.
"Dylan."
Dylan's eyes snapped open at the sound of his father's voice. "Your mother dropped the phone. I heard it and went to check on her. She was crying, and told me to call you.
I don't know what you think you're doing, telling us something like this over the phone. You are a coward, son. And that's more disappointing than the fact you've decided you're a homosexual. Once you're over this little phase, come see us. We'll sort this out then."
Dylan was speechless. A phase? A little phase? "Dad, this isn't a phase. This is my life, and this is how I am choosing to live it--"
"Don't be ridiculous, Dylan. Get this sin out of your system, and then you'll come to your senses. I know it's the hip thing to do right now, to question your sexuality. But that's all this is. You will get over this soon, and then you'll find a woman to make your wife."
"I don't..." Dylan had expected many things, but this? He hadn't considered this. His father disowning him, that was easy to see. His father yelling, screaming, and damning him to a life of misery only to eventually end up in hell...that he expected. But to not believe he was serious? That hadn't even crossed his mind.
"You'll be waiting a long time, dad. Josh and I are in love, and I don't know that that will ever change."
His father laughed.
Laughed.
Dylan saw red. "You know what dad? Never fucking mind. I'm trying to tell you about something I've been hiding for ages, something I've been hiding from myself for ages, and you laugh at me? I expected yelling, but this? Fuck you."
Dylan hung up and threw his phone at the wall, listening as it smashed a mirror.
Several moments passed as Dylan sat on his couch, not thinking much of anything. Well. At least it was done.
Standing, he moved to the shards of glass on the ground, moving them with his foot to find his iPhone still in one piece. Well, it was mostly in one piece. The screen was cracked, which was pretty annoying. Now he'd have to buy a new phone.
Dylan clicked the screen on and sent a quick text to Josh.
I did it. Come over if you can.
x
Sagging back onto the couch, Dylan tossed the phone to the side, and tried to remember where his broom was. He'd need to get this cleaned up before Josh came over. Then maybe he'd think about dinner.
He wouldn't think about his parents, though. Right now, it hurt too much.
Characters: Dylan Rogers, Josh Moore, Sean Rogers (NPC), Jan Rogers (NPC)
Location: Dylan's house
Status: Private
Summary: The truth is hard to swallow
Completion: incomplete
"Hey mom, how was church?" Dylan had waited until he knew his parents would be home and would have had a chance to eat some lunch before he called. His mother was always more agreeable with a full stomach, much like he was.
"Dylan! Hello! It was fine. Busy with choir practice and getting everything squared away for Palm Sunday. Do you think you might come home for Easter, dear? Everyone would love to see you!"
Dylan shook his head and smiled. "No, I don't think so." If his mom didn't freak out about his news, maybe he'd make the trip home, but that seemed like a stretch.
"Oh, all right, dear. But you know how important Easter is. Your father will be so disappointed."
Dylan almost laughed. He held it together, but just barely. If only his father's disappointment in his lack of commitment to church was his only problem. "I know, mom. I'll think about it." He was a push over and he knew it, but hearing his mom's excitement was worth it.
"Excellent, baby! Maybe you can bring Josh with you, too. The boy needs a home cooked meal something terrible. How is Serenity doing? Well, I hope?"
It was comments like those that made Dylan wonder if his mom would really be that upset after all. She loved Josh, truly loved him, so maybe she wouldn't mind. It was a stretch, but Dylan was hopeful. "It's going really well. I'll make sure to tell him you asked." Dylan knew he'd need to just come out with this if he was ever going to do it-- three weeks now he'd wanted to tell his parents about his relationship, and every week he'd chickened out. "So, I have some news," he said slowly.
"Oh?" his mother asked, her interest clearly piqued.
"Yeah. I'm seeing someone," Dylan said quickly, closing his eyes and holding his breath once the words were out there."
"Oh, Dylan! I'm so happy I could scream! I need to go get your father...he'll want to hear all about her. Did you meet her at work? At church?"
Dylan tried to cut her off before she had a conniption. "No, don't get dad. Not yet. Just listen for a minute."
Dylan heard his mother huff, but eventually settle. "Mom, it's a little complicated."
His mother took a quick breath. Dylan heard footsteps and the click of a door closing.
"She's Jewish, isn't she? Oh Dylan, that's okay, dear. Plenty of women convert..."
Dylan groaned. "Lord, mom! Just stop." If only Josh being Jewish was the issue, and not, say, his lack of X chromosomes.
"Honey, what is it? Is she married?? Lord help us, Dylan I raised you better than that!"
"Mom, just stop, okay?" He hoped his calm voice would get her to shut up for once. "It's Josh."
"Josh likes her too? Oh honey, that is a problem, with him being your best friend and all..."
Dylan let his head fall back against the couch. "No, mom. Josh is who I'm seeing. He's my boyfriend."
Silence.
Dylan cleared his throat. "Mom?"
More silence.
"Now mom, I know you're not happy. I know this isn't what you wanted for me, but I'm happy. And you love Josh, so don't try to pretend otherwise." Dylan listened to more silence, groaning as he banged his head against the edge of the couch.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his hand.
Glancing down at it, he pressed the answer button, shocked that his mother had actually hung up on him.
"Hi," he answered, not sure how much his mother had heard. "Mom, before you launch into how we're going to hell and how dad will disown me and how you will never speak to me again, just listen. I love Josh. I love him with my entire heart, and I've never loved anyone like that. Never even liked anyone like I like him. I know you always figured I would find the right girl sooner or later, but mom. I won't, because I don't like girls. At least, not like I like Josh. He's my best friend and he makes me happy and he takes care of me, and I take care of him. I love him mom, and I know you love him, too. If you never want to talk to me again, I'll be crushed, but I knew it was a chance. I love him, mom. And I can't turn that off or will it away."
Dylan paused to take a breath, unclenching his hand from around his phone and closing his eyes.
"Dylan."
Dylan's eyes snapped open at the sound of his father's voice. "Your mother dropped the phone. I heard it and went to check on her. She was crying, and told me to call you.
I don't know what you think you're doing, telling us something like this over the phone. You are a coward, son. And that's more disappointing than the fact you've decided you're a homosexual. Once you're over this little phase, come see us. We'll sort this out then."
Dylan was speechless. A phase? A little phase? "Dad, this isn't a phase. This is my life, and this is how I am choosing to live it--"
"Don't be ridiculous, Dylan. Get this sin out of your system, and then you'll come to your senses. I know it's the hip thing to do right now, to question your sexuality. But that's all this is. You will get over this soon, and then you'll find a woman to make your wife."
"I don't..." Dylan had expected many things, but this? He hadn't considered this. His father disowning him, that was easy to see. His father yelling, screaming, and damning him to a life of misery only to eventually end up in hell...that he expected. But to not believe he was serious? That hadn't even crossed his mind.
"You'll be waiting a long time, dad. Josh and I are in love, and I don't know that that will ever change."
His father laughed.
Laughed.
Dylan saw red. "You know what dad? Never fucking mind. I'm trying to tell you about something I've been hiding for ages, something I've been hiding from myself for ages, and you laugh at me? I expected yelling, but this? Fuck you."
Dylan hung up and threw his phone at the wall, listening as it smashed a mirror.
Several moments passed as Dylan sat on his couch, not thinking much of anything. Well. At least it was done.
Standing, he moved to the shards of glass on the ground, moving them with his foot to find his iPhone still in one piece. Well, it was mostly in one piece. The screen was cracked, which was pretty annoying. Now he'd have to buy a new phone.
Dylan clicked the screen on and sent a quick text to Josh.
I did it. Come over if you can.
x
Sagging back onto the couch, Dylan tossed the phone to the side, and tried to remember where his broom was. He'd need to get this cleaned up before Josh came over. Then maybe he'd think about dinner.
He wouldn't think about his parents, though. Right now, it hurt too much.