Or Had They...? Chapter 5
A/N: HA! No more writer's block! I just listened to about an hour of various Whose Line clips... and then gathered myself up from hysterical fits of laughter and watched my 3-hour tape of Whose Line episodes. ;) I have noooooo life whatsoever. Anyway. I had to post this because a certain SOMEONE (*cough* SARA *cough*) was about to rip my throat open if I didn't. No other ways to say I love you.
Tim lay on his head, rather confused. Today was Sunday - school tomorrow. He wasn't quite sure how he could face Ryan, or even the rest of his friends. It's true they didn't know about him, but it was the fact that he was out and nothing could ever be the same through his eyes.
Rolling over, he wondered if telling his mom on a spur of the moment decision was a smart idea - but she seemed to have expected it. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about Frank and the weird story she told to him. Aliens from another galaxy.
But she was serious.
He got up and walked into his mother's room again. She had the pearls clutched tightly in her hand. Her cheeks were moist with tears and her hair was frazzled. He sat on the edge of the bed, and wondered what memories could be playing through her mind.
Looking around, he realised for the first time that his dad was gone. Coming back, well, he wasn't too sure. He was Frank's son. Maybe being gay was his destiny. Frank was a transvestite.
My mother was a slut and my father/other mother was a transvestite. What a lovely family tree.
Standing up and walking out of the room, he grabbed a bottle of red nail polish. He walked downstairs and began to paint his nails - slowly and carefully.
Tim found it was easier than he thought it would be, and the red complimented his skin tone. And he had no intention of taking it off.
Leaning back in the chair, letting his right hand dry, he suddenly had urge to meet Frank. To know why, how, what. So many unanswered questions that he fears Janet couldn't answer. Or that she wouldn't want to answer.
He started on his left hand when he heard the door open once more. It slammed shut and there was a moment of silence before he saw his father walk into the kitchen. He froze with the brush right above his nail.
Brad closed his eyes and sighed. Turning on his heel, he walked out again; Janet walked down the steps only to see the door slam shut once more.
*This fic was brought to the new hit game show, Lick My Stiles!, the host, LSD, and her good claim-licking friend, PM*
A/N: HA! No more writer's block! I just listened to about an hour of various Whose Line clips... and then gathered myself up from hysterical fits of laughter and watched my 3-hour tape of Whose Line episodes. ;) I have noooooo life whatsoever. Anyway. I had to post this because a certain SOMEONE (*cough* SARA *cough*) was about to rip my throat open if I didn't. No other ways to say I love you.
Tim lay on his head, rather confused. Today was Sunday - school tomorrow. He wasn't quite sure how he could face Ryan, or even the rest of his friends. It's true they didn't know about him, but it was the fact that he was out and nothing could ever be the same through his eyes.
Rolling over, he wondered if telling his mom on a spur of the moment decision was a smart idea - but she seemed to have expected it. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about Frank and the weird story she told to him. Aliens from another galaxy.
But she was serious.
He got up and walked into his mother's room again. She had the pearls clutched tightly in her hand. Her cheeks were moist with tears and her hair was frazzled. He sat on the edge of the bed, and wondered what memories could be playing through her mind.
Looking around, he realised for the first time that his dad was gone. Coming back, well, he wasn't too sure. He was Frank's son. Maybe being gay was his destiny. Frank was a transvestite.
My mother was a slut and my father/other mother was a transvestite. What a lovely family tree.
Standing up and walking out of the room, he grabbed a bottle of red nail polish. He walked downstairs and began to paint his nails - slowly and carefully.
Tim found it was easier than he thought it would be, and the red complimented his skin tone. And he had no intention of taking it off.
Leaning back in the chair, letting his right hand dry, he suddenly had urge to meet Frank. To know why, how, what. So many unanswered questions that he fears Janet couldn't answer. Or that she wouldn't want to answer.
He started on his left hand when he heard the door open once more. It slammed shut and there was a moment of silence before he saw his father walk into the kitchen. He froze with the brush right above his nail.
Brad closed his eyes and sighed. Turning on his heel, he walked out again; Janet walked down the steps only to see the door slam shut once more.
*This fic was brought to the new hit game show, Lick My Stiles!, the host, LSD, and her good claim-licking friend, PM*