*Disclaimer: This Fanfiction is pure fiction and means no harm to anyone mentioned in this story. I apologize to any Christians I offended in the previous chapter. I did not mention that this story is only directed at the negativity that some homosexuals face from some Christians. I understand that not all Christians feel this way about homosexuals and I hope I have not cause to much drama around the issue. Thank you for your cooperation and enjoy the chapter. *
I got out of bed the next morning only thinking of Phil. I'm trying to stop myself. "Shut up Dan…" I whisper to myself. I lay in bed for a few minutes until I hear the front door open and close. Dad's gone to work. I'm safe. I get up and put on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. My usual.
The navy-blue notebook me and Phil used to "talk" is sitting on my light brown desk, next to my tiny laptop and empty bag of chips. I stare at it, almost seeing Phil's pale hand clutching it as the paper crinkles under his fingers.
After a solid few seconds of hormones running high, I shake my head and look to the ground. My carpet has always been a grows brown color. Mom said it would "hide stains", which doesn't make any since since I'm not allowed to eat in my room (with the exception of a few secret bags of chips).
"Dan! Breakfast!" I hear mom yelling from the kitchen. I step out into the hall and see my mom. She almost made eye contact with me, but quickly looked down at her half-baked scrambled eggs. "Yours is on the counter." She says, not cracking the smallest of a grin. I grab my eggs. They are in a cheap, white bowl dad probably got at Goodwill for $.99. I quickly make my way the other side of the dinner table. I sit across from her, hoping to at least see her pupils. I take my first bite. Flavorless and boring. Just like my soul.
"I made a friend yesterday." I try to break the awkward silence. She looks up, but not all the way. "Is he in your…situation?" she asks. Basically, implying if he's a flaming homosexual like myself, without saying the exact words. "Kind of." I stammered. Her eyes flickered with disappointment. I quickly snap back. "It's okay though. He's trying to get cured. He could be a good influence on me." I lie. I try my best not to sound cheesy. She's usually oblivions to my lies, that's how I was able to stay in the closet for 17 years. "If you think he could help you, I'm okay with it. Invite him and his parents to dinner tonight." She finishes her eggs and puts her bowl in the sink. "Thanks mom! I'll text him." I say excitedly. She looks up to talk to me, but still faces the sink. "I'm going to work. Be ready to go when I get back." She grabs her purse and leaves.
I run to my room and grab my phone. "My mom said you and your parents could come to dinner tonight. Told my mom you were trying to "cure" me so try to act as straight as possible lol" I hit send. I get a response a few minutes later.
"Being straight in going to be tough. I'll need a gay-vention later." I smile and respond.
"Trust me. I will too."