I've kind of based this story off of my own personal experiences. I don't mean to say everything in here has happened to me, but Edd is based of a facet of myself as Kevin is also based off a part of myself. I don't have that great of a relationship with my own parents, and I do smoke quite a bit of the sticky green stuff, and I smoke Newports which is why I drop the brand in a few of my other fics as well. The coming out of the closet scene was also pretty much how my conversation went down with my own parents. My step-dad just gave me a beer though.


The Glue that Held Us Together

chapter 4

Edd sat in his room that night headphones blaring Sublime with a joint in his mouth. His parents had never cared if he smoked or not just as long as he never got in trouble with the cops. They really didn't care about anything he did as long as he never interrupted their work. It was depressing sometimes. Though the weed did help out a lot with that.

Edd was not one of those giggly, stupid, and overly observant smokers. Some people called him a hippy, some called him a stoner, but Edd just liked to consider himself spiritually enlightened past the point of religion, he considered himself a Buddhist. What comes around goes around; the whole meditation thing. The whole nine yards.

He sat on his bed and blew rings with the smoke. He had become quite good at it; able to shoot out 4 or 5 rings in the span of a few seconds. He listened as his parents walked right past his room and walked into their room to go to sleep. He opened up his window and climbed out onto the awning right under his window. He leaned back against the siding and began rolling another joint.

He looked out into the night sky and his eyes immediately found the moon. It lit up the night sky; it was a full moon and he could make out several different star constellations. He loved the peacefulness that came along with the night sky. He finished rolling the joint and tossed the old roach over the side of the awning into the bushes below.


Kevin stood in the shower; the warm water rolled over his muscles. He couldn't believe everything that had happened today. It was like a dream that he thought he would wake up from any moment. He shook his head and his long red hair whipped from side to side.

He stepped out of the shower and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and a loose-fitting white t-shirt. He laid down and slipped in his ear buds and started listening to Nirvana.

He could not stop thinking of Edds lips on his and he realized this was not something he could hide from anyone anymore. He would have to tell his parents, because it would just be to weird for them to find out by catching him in the act.

He pulled his headphones out and stood up. 'I'd rather just get this over with' he thought to himself, and sighed. He opened his door and walked down the stairs. He found his parents sitting at the kitchen table. His mom had a glass of wine and his dad a beer.

"Whats up Kevin?" his dad asked. Kevin put his hands over his face; this was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would be. He had no idea how they were going to react and he was not looking forward to this one bit.

"I need to tell you guys something, but I have no idea how to say it." Kevin said quietly. His parents looked at each other the concern visible.

"Well you know you can tell us anything right? We will love you no matter what." his mom added. Kevin sighed; now was a good as time as any.

"Im gay." he blurted out. His parents mouths were almost on the floor, it seems they had not expected that, at all.

The whole house was eerily silent for a moment. Kevin sat at the table with his face in his hands; if he thought about it he didn't really care how his parents thought about him being gay, it wasn't like it would stop him from being with Edd.

His father stood up and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He poured two fingers in each glass and slid one to Kevin. His mom shot the older man a disapproving look but didn't say anything.

They sat in further silence, Kevin took a swig of whiskey and set the glass back down. His father on the other hand swallowed the entire glass and poured himself another. His son, the star quarterback, the single most popular guy in his high school, was gay. He didn't know how he was supposed to react to this news. So he did the one thing he thought he could, he brought his awkward sense of humor to the table.

"So are you a pitcher or a receiver?" his father asked with a sly smirk. The mood lightened instantly, and Kevin chuckled.


Edd was still sitting on the awning outside of his window. His joint long since smoked. He was feeling incredibly light-headed and very high. He felt a tear roll down his face as his mind drifted towards his relationship with his parents, if he could even call them that.

He felt no connection with them, nothing. It was like they were just there. He and his mother used to be some what close when he was younger, but as he grew older she stopped having their nightly chats. His father was always distant though, there was no relationship and he didn't think there ever would be.

Sometimes he thought if he were to run away they probably wouldn't even care, they would just go about their lives as if he never existed. It wasn't like they had any family pictures or any pictures of him, or themselves, in the house. Just art his mother or father had picked out.

He climbed back in his room and laid down in bed and realized today had been possibly the greatest day in his short life and here he was crying. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at the thought of him and Kevin. If there was going to be a him and Kevin he wanted to find out.

He shook his head and lightly slapped himself. He felt like a school girl with her first crush, though Kevin was his first crush. Even in San Fransisco Kevin was all Edd could think about. He had seen other boys they may have even been better looking, but none of them had given him the warm feeling in his chest that Kevin gave him when his thoughts drifted to the red-headed athlete.

Edd searched for his headphones and put them on. He decided he was in a ska type of mood and put on Sublime with Rome. He didn't care what people said; he liked Romes voice, it was smoother then Bradley's'. He fell asleep with ska in his ears and a red-head on his mind.


Kevin laid down in bed and he was happy, it was a feeling he wasn't all that used to feeling. He was used to just being complacent; content with his life, but now he had a genuine reason to be happy and it made quite the impact on him. He felt warm from the whiskey and fell asleep with a smile on his face and a certain chestnut haired boy on his mind.