DISCLAIMER: Little Miss Sunshine is all mine. I wrote it. I made it. I'm the mother of all the characters.
If you for any second believed that, I suggest you got to another website.
Warning: May contain slash in later chapters. I haven't decided how far I'm going to go with them. Does contain incest and pedophilia. The good kind, I promise. No rape.
Frank lay on the living room couch. The same one Dwayne lay in the day before. The man was supposed to be looking for a new job in the newspaper, but he couldn't get the image of that boy out of his mind. This is wrong, He thought, I can't think about him like that.
Frank was staring at the ceiling contemplating the possibility of a relationship with his own nephew when phone rang, breaking his concentration. He stood knocking the newspaper onto the floor and, sighing deeply, answered the phone.
"Hello" he said glumly.
"Oh, Hi Frank. It's Dwayne…." Frank's stomach flipped.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"I..ehh…got into trouble… and..uhh..the principle wants to speak to a parent," The boy sounded rather happy, but at the same time a little nervous. "D you think you could come instead?"
"Sure Dwayne. I'll be there soon."
"Thanks"
Frank hung up the phone.
He couldn't help but think about how nervous he had felt the moment he heard the boy's voice. It was the kind of nervous that was filled with anticipation and excitement, and it was that kind of feeling that worried him.
Frank entered the school reception area to find Dwayne sitting on the wall opposite. He looked up immediately and grinned. Frank couldn't help but grin back.
"Hi" he said."Hello" Frank replied. "What happened?"
"You'll find out"
The principle came out of his office, a slightly frustrated look on his face. Dwayne's teacher followed him. They shook hands with Frank before asking him to follow them into the office.
Frank glanced over at Dwayne just in time to see him pointing to the teacher and mouthing "hot" with a wide grin. Frank smiled and nodded back.
"Now, Mr…?" the principle began.
"Frank""Now, Frank, today in class, Dwayne insulted one of his teachers" he said, gesturing to the man behind him. "This is unacceptable beha-"
"What exactly did he say?" Frank cut in.
"He said I was hotter when I was angry." The teacher said firmly.
Frank pursed his lips to hold back a smile, his eyes widening. "And you think that is an insult? It seems more like a compliment to me."
"Ahh yes well, he also called him homophobic." Replied the principle.
Frank looked at the teacher questioningly "Are you?"
"That is beside the point." The principle spoke again. "We…think that Dwayne may benefit from seeing the school councillor," The principle had decided to take a new angle on the situation, " To help him through this…phase in his life."
"Phase?" Frank said, raising an eyebrow."Well, yes. We are aware of how often teenage boys like to experiment with…things like these." The principle replied, a little confused by the question, as well as uncomfortable with the topic
Frank was surprised by the overwhelming sense of disappointment he felt. He hadn't considered the idea that Dwayne was going through a phase, experimenting.
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and nodded.
Frank left the principle's office unable to decide on an emotion. Finally e settle on annoyance/anger: for the principles belief in Dwayne's sexuality being just a "phase", and concern/disappointment" for the idea that Dwayne's sexuality might actually be a phrase.
As soon as Dwayne saw Frank approaching, hi stood up and grinned. "What torment must I endure? Detention? Suspension? A slap on the wrist?"
"Counselling," Frank replied. "They want someone to help you through your 'Phase'"
Dwayne laughed. "Did they say which counsellor?"
"No"
"I'll see Marcia. She's much nicer than Barry."
"You know the counsellors?"
"Yeah. Mum used to make me go all the time. Especially when I stopped talking."
They reached the car and got in. Frank still didn't know how to act. He wanted to ask Dwayne if he was going through a phase, but he knew the question would upset him. "So, Dwayne…Why did you say to that teacher that he…?"
"Looked hot when he was angry?" The boy laughed.
Frank smiled "Yeah."
"Because he did. And he asked me a question that I didn't know the answer to."
"You do realise saying you didn't know would have caused less trouble?"
"Yeah I guess, but if I had I would have got detention. Now, I get out of class to go the counsellor every second day, and I get to go home early with you"
"Dwayne - " Frank began
"I know. I won't"Frank looked over at Dwayne. The boy's face was blank, but his eyes were a little sad. "You know, this may all just be a phase. You could get over it…" He regretted it, as soon as he had said it.
Dwayne's blank face turned white. "What?! You think I'm just some stupid experimenting teenager?" he screamed.
"No, Dwayne" Frank pleaded, "I don't think that. It's just we can't. You're young. You can grow out of it. You can grow out ot me" Tears were swelling up in Frank's eyes but none escaped.
The car pulled up in the driveway. Dwayne opened the car door and got out" I don't think it's that simple" He said as he slammed the car door shut.