Lazy, Lazy Sunday
I've actually sat, well ok sprawled, and typed up a story on my pretty christmassy laptop. >>Pets laptop<<
I even finished it! Puppy is most aggrieved and cat fell off the windowsill lol
It's response to a prompt on
holidaysmut
'Coming Out'
It turned into three short chapters and then I added an epilogue 'cause I likes happy endings :)
‘I’m gay’
Nothing. Terry’s mirror stared back smooth and clear, not judging. There’d be more drama when he told his parents. He went to rinse his hands in the on suite as they were now clammy and caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror. This mirror was equally unmoved by his declaration., though not as clear due to a smudge of mousse across the bottom left corner.
Staring past the smudge Terry decided he looked like any teenage boy at the weekend, he liked to think of himself as cuter than some, but clothes wise he fitted in. His jeans were a popular brand and the band logo emblazoned on his t-shirt had a lot of followers. His belt was a standard studded black, socks plain and trainers well worn. His hair...Terry quickly grabbed the pot of gel fixed the spikes at the front then ruffled up the rest. His hair was a work of art. Ok, maybe that was a bit gay, but 90% of the boys at school fussed with their hair and they weren’t all gay. He had his suspicions about Derek but the finest tuned gay-dar in the world wouldn’t have him question the school football hero. Lee was openly gay and a drama luvvie to boot, no-one sane batted their eyes and called everyone Sweetie, Darling, Sugar-puff that much, he’d be beaten up if people didn’t fear the mince.
‘mum, dad. I’m gay’
His voice didn’t automatically pitch higher, in fact it was a little rough as his nerves were jumping in his throat. No lisp or desire to sing, his wrists weren’t flopping, the support on his right was from straining it in basketball not an attack of the luvvies and not as his best mate Keith said from beating off either. Not that he didn’t have normal hormonal reactions, a couple his magazines were well thumbed and that track friend of his brothers, well, that was a several tissue job!
His brother. ‘Paul, I’m gay’ damn his voice hitched on that one. He and his brother were best buds, that was gonna hurt. His family were an accepting lot, his parents dog-sat for the lesbians over the road every Tuesday. True Terry didn’t know their names as they were always referred to as the lesbians but there was no malice and his mother had been the first around there with filled Tupperware and offers to help when the skinny one had broken her leg last year. Still he was their son, this was going to be tense.
It came down to Keith, Keith was getting more and more interested in Melinda and her boobs. Terry was convinced she stuffed her bra because those bazookas were almost a separate entity bobbing in front of her. Terry in a moment of absentmindedness had commented that she looked about to fall out of her top, Keith had given him a funny look before getting distracted. Imagining himself rushing to her rescue and gallantly catching her fallen friends no doubt. That look had scared Terry though. He’d been caught up watching the track team train and too interested in bulging muscles and tight shorts to school his voice. His secret was going to slip. He was going to man up and tell everyone first. ‘Straight out‘ and the irony of that statement had teeth as even the mirror mocked.
Keith turned up as he usually did just after dinner. His spiked hair was now sporting a blue streak that was duly admired, though Terry’s mother said a pointed ‘no-way’ her next comment about school, in the shape of their sour-puss principle Mrs Smitt’s disapproval had them both grinning wide as they trooped upstairs to Terry’s room. Keith was already looking pleased with himself and Terry didn’t miss the added swagger to his walk.
‘Spill’
‘What?’ The innocence wasn’t well feigned and the grin came through the drawl. Keith threw himself on a beanbag and lounged there trying to look cool before giving in to the grin. ‘That Melinda is something else Terry! She was at drama club yesterday evening and we hung out.’ eye-brows wiggled suggestively and Terry felt his stomach churn.
‘Since when are you in drama club?’
‘Not me stupid, Jackie my little sister. Cute pony-tailed thing about so high’ he indicated maybe a foot of the floor ‘likes Barbie and wants to be a princess when she grows up, plans on marrying you in the spring’
‘Shut-up doofus, I know who Jackie is, didn’t realise she was a drama-bod is all’ Terry threw a pillow and Keith fell to the floor clutching his shoulder and groaning death throes. Keith would never make drama club.
‘So you hung out with your little sister, drama club, Melinda and her boobs?’
Keith made as if to say something then shook his head and continued the original story. ‘She’s wicked funny, does these awesome impersonations got Mrs Smitt down to a T.’
‘And?’ Terry knew what was coming.
‘We’re going out after school on Monday, just to the park to hang out, chat and stuff. She’s really nice.’ The crush was in full swing. Keith caught Terry’s expression and reeled himself in. ‘I’m pretty sure their real, but that it‘s not that. We didn’t stop laughing Terry, you know some girls you don’t know what to say to, they giggle all the time and you feel a right doofus, well it’s not like that with her, we had a right laugh.’ Keith was basically one of the good guys, it was why they’d been friends for so long. Pity he wasn’t gay. Pity memories of the boogie eating of playgroup, projectile vomit of year five (it hit all the first row and the teacher!) and back row fartathons took away any hint of attraction.
‘No’
‘No what?’
‘I don’t know, girls I mean. I like guys’
‘What?’
‘I’m gay’
‘Shit.’
‘Shit?’
‘Jackie’s going to be gutted, that’ll ruin the spring wedding plans’
‘Keith!’
‘Don’t worry; she’s got her eye on that little curly haired kid in drama group, maybe he’ll stand in. Or she can marry the cat to the dog again, this time they might even get though the ceremony without trying to kill each other’
‘Keith?’ He wasn’t one of the good guys, he was a prize doofus and a smelly one.
‘Chill out mate, it’s ok. We been buds since we were in diapers it’s no big deal, not like I ain’t figured it, we do have lunch by the track every Tuesday when the seniors train. And, you got to be the only guy in class hasn’t tried it on with Sophie and she smiles and blushes every time she sees you.’
‘She doesn’t’
‘Does so’ He was high calibre doofus, Terry felt relief and a little mushy so squashed that by jumping Keith and suffocating him with a pillow until his mother called to them to say anyone alive in five minutes should come down and eat some tea.
‘You really don’t mind?’’
‘Well?’
‘What?’
‘You start dating Lee and calling me Sweetie then we’re over. Finished. But I’ll still come over for tea, your mum’s meat pie is awesome.’
‘Ok Sweetie’’
His ribs ached as he sat down to eat, Keith had sharp elbows, he just hoped this evenings reveal wouldn’t hurt more.
Keith left not long after tea, flirting horrendously with Terry’s mother and getting a container of pie to take home for his troubles. Terry tripped him up on the doorstep and felt justified when he stumbled.