Or Had They...? Chapter 2
A/N: Getting the first couple chapters up to see what happens. Yes? No? Some Whose Line is it Anyway? references as well.
Tim silently took off the remaining lipstick, and learned the hard way that glitter didn't come out as easily as he had thought.
Come out. He paused at the thought of the two words - was he gay? He had never had a girlfriend before... and really much interest in girls. All the guys teased him because he never had a date.
But things like this don't happen in Denton. Denton was the perfect town from a TV show. Everyone here was 'good' - men liked women and women liked men. He didn't know anyone who was gay, or a lesbian, or even questioning... it just didn't happen around here.
He signed, now thoroughly confused.
"He isn't YOUR son anyway - he's FRANK's son!" his mother screamed at his father from upstairs as he leaned down to get the nail polish remover.
He paused. "Frank's son?" he thought aloud to himself as his eyes darted around the room. They didn't know anybody named Frank. His mother was a good person... she didn't sleep around... did she?
He was 15, so his parents have had to be married longer than that... was the Janet Weiss (Majors) he called his mother once really a... slut?
Tim almost laughed - Janet Weiss. Slut. The words almost clicked together. Shaking his head, returning to profound confusion. He placed his head in his hands and leaned on the edge of the sink.
The door slammed - and he knew his father had left.
Looking at himself, he realised he really didn't look anything like either of his parents. He smiled at himself in the mirror. His smile really didn't look like Janet or Brad... he looked... almost feminine. Like he belonged in makeup.
Tim decided to test something out. He thought of the most popular and beautiful girl in his school. They were kind of friendly to each other, said hi, how're you, and all the small talk causalities. He liked her - she was really nice to him... but nothing happened.
Okay, so maybe she just wasn't the one.
But then his thoughts reverted to his friend Ryan... he had short, dirty blonde hair, tall for his age, and sexy in a cute way, according to all the girls. He closed his eyes and thought of Ryan... the time at this sleepover where they could not stop laughing about his cat, something hilariously funny.
When he came out of his reverie, he realised his pants had grown a bit too tight. Looking down at himself, he blushed. Then paled drastically.
***
"Mom, I have something to say," Tim stood timidy in front of his mom, who was standing in front of her mirror.
"Yes, Fr-" she blinked, "Tim?"
Again with the Frank name. He stopped thinking about that in a feeble attempt to regain his courage.
"I'm gay."
"Oh, Timmy...." She pulled him into a tight hug, "I knew you would be..."
Tim hugged her back, confused, but then pulled away. "And who's... Frank?"
Janet shifted uncomfortably. "Frank is... well, let me tell you a story," she sat down on the bed and motioned for Tim to sit next to her.
"15 years ago, just about, your father and I attended Ralph and Betty's wedding..."
A/N: Getting the first couple chapters up to see what happens. Yes? No? Some Whose Line is it Anyway? references as well.
Tim silently took off the remaining lipstick, and learned the hard way that glitter didn't come out as easily as he had thought.
Come out. He paused at the thought of the two words - was he gay? He had never had a girlfriend before... and really much interest in girls. All the guys teased him because he never had a date.
But things like this don't happen in Denton. Denton was the perfect town from a TV show. Everyone here was 'good' - men liked women and women liked men. He didn't know anyone who was gay, or a lesbian, or even questioning... it just didn't happen around here.
He signed, now thoroughly confused.
"He isn't YOUR son anyway - he's FRANK's son!" his mother screamed at his father from upstairs as he leaned down to get the nail polish remover.
He paused. "Frank's son?" he thought aloud to himself as his eyes darted around the room. They didn't know anybody named Frank. His mother was a good person... she didn't sleep around... did she?
He was 15, so his parents have had to be married longer than that... was the Janet Weiss (Majors) he called his mother once really a... slut?
Tim almost laughed - Janet Weiss. Slut. The words almost clicked together. Shaking his head, returning to profound confusion. He placed his head in his hands and leaned on the edge of the sink.
The door slammed - and he knew his father had left.
Looking at himself, he realised he really didn't look anything like either of his parents. He smiled at himself in the mirror. His smile really didn't look like Janet or Brad... he looked... almost feminine. Like he belonged in makeup.
Tim decided to test something out. He thought of the most popular and beautiful girl in his school. They were kind of friendly to each other, said hi, how're you, and all the small talk causalities. He liked her - she was really nice to him... but nothing happened.
Okay, so maybe she just wasn't the one.
But then his thoughts reverted to his friend Ryan... he had short, dirty blonde hair, tall for his age, and sexy in a cute way, according to all the girls. He closed his eyes and thought of Ryan... the time at this sleepover where they could not stop laughing about his cat, something hilariously funny.
When he came out of his reverie, he realised his pants had grown a bit too tight. Looking down at himself, he blushed. Then paled drastically.
***
"Mom, I have something to say," Tim stood timidy in front of his mom, who was standing in front of her mirror.
"Yes, Fr-" she blinked, "Tim?"
Again with the Frank name. He stopped thinking about that in a feeble attempt to regain his courage.
"I'm gay."
"Oh, Timmy...." She pulled him into a tight hug, "I knew you would be..."
Tim hugged her back, confused, but then pulled away. "And who's... Frank?"
Janet shifted uncomfortably. "Frank is... well, let me tell you a story," she sat down on the bed and motioned for Tim to sit next to her.
"15 years ago, just about, your father and I attended Ralph and Betty's wedding..."