Marco's POV
It was the first day of my eleventh grade year. Dylan and I had been going out all summer, and I had come out to my parents too! I still remember how happy I was that day...
"Marco, you're ready for this? Right?" "Yeah." I told him. I wanted him to be there with me when I told my parents. I wanted to be able to run away with him when they yelled. I had my bag packed, and in the front door closet. I was prepared for the worst.
"Ma? Pa? I have something to tell, let's go talk in the living room." We all walked in, and they sat on the couch. Dylan and I were on separate chairs.
"Mom, Dad? I'm gay. I like guys, not girls. I've known since 9th grade, but I couldn't keep it in anymore!" My dad and mom looked happy. WAIT!!! Why would they be happy? I just told my dad the del Rossi line through him was over.
"Why are you guys happy?" I asked, confused. "Marco, we've known. We've seen you looking at those advice websites, and all that. We've been waiting for a long time for you to tell us." My mom said, as my dad shook his head in agreement.
"And this Dylan, we known he's gay, and we knew that was your date. Sorry to offend you, but when I said that I was hoping you'd say something like "A Pa, stop. I'm gay." But you didn't, but we've known." My dad said.
"So you don't hate me? You still love me?" "Of course Marco, why wouldn't we" my dad asked. "Dylan, now that's it's official, you come over for dinner tomorrow no?" "Sure, thanks Mrs. Del Rossi." Dylan said, excitedly. "No, no. NO 'Mrs. Del Rossi.' You are my son's boyfriend, you call me Madre!"
Dylan asked what that was, and we told him "Mom" in Italian. "Michalchuc. That's Ukrainian is it not?" my dad asked Dylan. Dylan was shocked. It was the first time anyone guessed his ethnicity. "I knew a man named Nikolas Michalchuc. He was on the boat with me and my wife when we came here. After we landed in New York, I never seen him again." My dad told us. "Really? My dad's name is Nikolas Michalchuc! You guys can come over to my house for dinner on Thursday, ok?" "Sure."
So, he came to our house, and we went to his, and our dads got upon what's happened. "Finally" I thought. "Something good came out of me being gay." I only hoped the year would be as good as the summer.