A/N: Hi, so I've written stuff before but this is the first time I'm actually showing it to the public. I want your criticism, I want your praise, but really I just want you to enjoy the story. This chapter is kinda short, but I just wanted to give you an introduction. They will get longer, I promise. The title sucks, I know, but I really couldn't come up with anything else. The writing is better, I promise.

Enjoy

Gorgeous

--Intro--

Okay so, I used to have this crazy idea that love was unconditional. That no matter what happened my family would always love me because, well because they had too, they're my family. Right now however looking into my mother's cold icy blue stare I can't help but think that maybe I was wrong, and in the next couple minutes as my family life seemed to explode around me I felt my ideas about love explode right with them.

"Arthur, do not tell me to quiet down! Were you just paying attention? Do you realize what just came out of my daughter's mouth?"

My mother was going to be a nun. She even went to the nunnery and applied. Is that even the right word? Do you apply for something like that? I suppose being a woman of Christ is kind of like a job. So, my mother was going to get a job as a nun. They turned her down. Even the nuns didn't want this woman. They told her that she was there for the wrong reasons that she was running from the problems in her life. So now she's a Catholic School teacher, but more than once I've seen her wear a penguin suit to bed.

"Our daughter's mouth you mean? Yes, I did and I really don't understand what you're getting so worked up about."

King Arthur. He hangs from my neck on a gold pendant with his face engraved and an inscription on the back. My father gave him to me when I was seven. He's my knight in shining armor, my protector, my dad. Right now my hand gripped King Arthur tightly.

"Mom, why do you gotta be so selfish all the time? Can't you see that for once this isn't about you?"

My other hand was wrapped tightly around my older brother Glen's. He's an aspiring musician and the house's resident ass hat. At the moment though he is really not living up to his title, and I couldn't be happier.

"Shut up! Just, please! Mom, all I've ever tried to do was keep you happy. I even tried to pretend that this wasn't the real me, but it is! I've finally found me now please let me be me."

That's me. I'm gay. My family has just found out, hence the nuclear war. I live in a small house, in a small suburb, in a small town in Ohio. In this town people have small dreams and small expectations. I've always felt like I didn't belong here, like I was different somehow, and I just realized why I feel this way as my mother pushes me towards the door. I don't have a small heart.

"This is ridiculous! Paula, get away from her!" There he goes again being all knight-like as he steps in between my mother and our front door. "Go upstairs and cool down. I will not have you acting this way around our children."

"Acting like what?!" she screeches back.

"Acting like a crazy bitch! Now please, leave!"

My mother's jaw dropped and I couldn't blame her. In all eighteen years of my life I had never heard my father curse, not once. Finally, resigned, my mother stomped up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door behind her like an overemotional teenager. I thought that was supposed to be my thing?

My father turned wearily to look at me.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," I respond. My eyes are beginning to sting now from holding back these tears.

"I think you should go stay with a friend for a little while. You know, until I can talk your mother down." I nodded. He wasn't getting rid of me. He was just doing what he thought was best.

"Dad," Glen chirped up, "Spencer should come with me, to L.A."

My brother's band had decided that it was time to break out of wedding gigs and try their luck in the real world. I thought he didn't want me coming. Didn't want to babysit.

"Are you sure Glen? That's a lot to handle and…"

Glen pulled me into a hard hug cutting him off, "I want her there." I smiled into his shoulder, relaxing into his embrace unwillingly. I had always heard those stories about the older brother's who stood up for their younger siblings. I just never thought it would have been my brother.

"Alright then," my father said, resigned.

"Go get packed Spence."