"How come I've never met your mom?" Anthony inquired, raising an eyebrow as I toyed with the ring around my finger. I fail to look up at the beauty. Come on, think of something! "Oh, she's just… busy all the time. She has no time on her hands whatsoever."
My answer is rewarded with a frown from my lover. "She can't make time to meet her future son-in-law? Are you sure you just don't want me to meet her? Are you scared she'll break out the baby pictures?" There were more questions escaping Anthony's amazing lips, but I could not focus on all of them. I was more focused on keeping myself from pulling a bitch move and crying my eyes out like the baby I am.
"No, I want you to meet her," this time, I look up at him, but back down at my lap in a mere nanosecond.
"Doesn't seem like it," he hissed in disapproval. "Are you ashamed of me or something?"
Ian gulped, "If it means so much to you, you can meet her."
The one with the bowl-shaped haircut regrets those toxic words as soon as the slid off his tongue, but it's not like he can just change his mind. The grin plastered to Anthony's face is too wide and perfect and he wishes he could disappear into the carpet and never worry about anything again.
"How about this afternoon?" the bloke with artificially straightened hair suggests with that stupid smile. Ian just wants to slap him, but of course he would never.
"Sounds like a plan," he sighed, faking a grin. He tried matching Anthony's, but that was impossible.
The time was now four-thirty. Ian had his jacket on and he waited for Anthony to flood from his room like Panic! At The Disco tickets just went on sale. It all was a fog. Anthony came out of his room, pulling on his coat and got in his car. Woe, when did Ian get in the driver's seat? The engine roared to life like it was trying to show off to a lion.
He drove to their destination, not bothering to talk.
When the car stops, Ian gets out and his partner doesn't know what to think.
Ian kneels in front of a tombstone, tracing the letters. "Anthony, this is my mom," he says, finally breaking and letting the tears flow. Anthony kneels beside him, grabbing his hand. "Hello, Mrs. Hecox. You have a lovely son."