-1Notes: Well, I'm glad you guys liked it! I don't plan to make Gus straight, he still likes males but he's not really into them now he has a girlfriend. So at this point in his life, he's more attracted to women, so in a way, he did convert but not completely. Just wait till the rest of the QAF gang finds out! It will be very interesting!
Chapter Eight: Meet the Parents
I was waiting for Blanca to come out of the dressing room in the gym. Our school had a pep rally, so she wanted to look her best even though she was just wearing a cheerleading uniform.
"How long does it take for you to change?" I asked in a loud, impatient, voice so she could hear me.
"Women take longer than men to change, Gus. Get used to it." she answered.
"I know, but you're almost done right?" I asked, a little more patient this time.
"Yes, I'm finished now." she replied before coming out. The minute she came out, I almost gaped. I had seen her in her cheerleading uniform before, but I had never paid much attention until now. Her legs were long, smooth, and graceful, and her short dark blue skirt looked it had more underneath than she would reveal, her arms were thin and soft, and warm to the touch. I had never found anyone this hot in my life, boy or girl.
I could tell she was noticing me ogling over her, so I decided to stop, embarrassed.
"So, I guess I'm more attractive than the male cheerleaders, then?" she asked, smiling.
"Definitely. You have a little more ass than they do." I replied, blushing.
"Gus, don't speak to a lady like that." she scolded, giving me a playful shove.
I smiled, but then my face turned serious. I realized something at that moment, and I knew I had to tell her the truth. "Blanca, there's something about me you need to know." I said.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"Even though I'm with you now, and I'm really happy, happier than I've ever been, I haven't changed completely. I still like men but that doesn't mean I'm not attracted to you or to girls. What I'm trying to say is I'm bisexual. If that freaks you out or bothers you, then we don't have to be together. If you want a normal, straight, boyfriend I understand." I said, nearly about to cry. I had felt this way since I first started to like Blanca, but I was scared that no one would want to be with me, or love me, or that I was converting into something I wasn't, but I knew that wasn't the case.
"Gus, first of all no boyfriend is normal and if they are then they're pretty boring. Second, I'm a little surprised you admitted that, but I know I can't change the way you feel. I love you despite everything and not just because I'm a Christian, but because I'm a young woman who's totally in love with her boyfriend and just wants him to be happy and honest with himself, as long as you don't hurt me and be good to me, and I know you will be." Blanca said, gently touching my face and smiling lovingly at me.
At that moment, we couldn't help ourselves and we kissed for the first time, forgetting about everyone and everything except each other. I wanted this moment to last forever, but when I heard the voice of Blanca's dad, I knew it couldn't.
"Blanca, what are you doing with that boy?!" he shouted.
We stopped kissing and looked in surprise to find Blanca's parents staring at us. Her father looked angry and her mother looked sad, knowing that we loved each other and were about to be pulled apart, possibly for good.
"Blanca, you're coming home with us." he commanded.
"Fernando, please be reasonable." his wife pleaded.
"Reasonable?! Look at the kind of boy she's dating! He can't decide who he wants and he lives with parents of the same-sex. Is that the kind of boy you want for our daughter?" he replied angrily.
"Mr. Castilla, I love your daughter." I said, trying to keep my voice form rising.
"Then stay away from her, before things get worse." he said coldly, dragging Blanca away from me.
Mrs. Castilla looked at me sadly before she and her husband walked away with the only person I had ever really loved. Blanca gave me one last tearful look before walking away.
I didn't shed a single tear until she left.
