A/N: I dunno man I just thought it'd be pretty fun to write a story where Edilio came out to his mom and she was all Spanish about it. I don't own GONE obviously. I write too much Redilio to be Michael Grant.
Edilio's mother sat in front of him in an old armchair in their living room.
"You... You're what?"
"I'm gay, mama." She looked as though she was going to faint.
"Dios mio..." Edilio sighed.
"Look, I know this is a lot to take in right now, but we need to get to that hospital. Now."
"My little hijo is growing up..."
"Mama."
"He's got a gun..."
"Mama, stop."
"Soon he'll be bringing boys home... El cielo me ayude..."
"Oh my god, mama, please. Stop that. Listen, you've got until dad gets home to get over this, alright? Because once he gets home, we're going to San Luis. Okay?"
"Going to San Luis, yes... To San Luis to meet my son's boyfriend... He's 14 years old, and he's got a boyfriend. And a gun. Oh, dios mio, my son's a criminal..." Edilio raised his hands in defeat.
"You know what? I'm just going to leave you to this."
"Last year he was in elementary school. Now he's a criminal."
"Goobye, mama."
"Oh, dios mio..."