A/N: Started school. Tuesday actually. I was on a roll for a little bit
there. Updating two times a day. I don't know how I did it. It seems so
long ago that I started this little idea up into a story and now here we
are, finishing the third episode. And getting 60 reviews. Tres cool. It'd
be nice to one day break that 100 marker though. I really thought the last
chapter sucked. It's just hard to imagine how something like that would
play out seeing as how I know nothing firsthand about it. Sure, I've
researched it and everything, but I've never actually seen any violence
towards anyone for their lifestyle options. I really don't like the last
chapter.
Reviews:
Dancer chick1: Oh, don't worry. This is definitely the only subject I've written about that I could go on and on about. We'll see how regular I can stay. I'm a senior and I had homework the first day. Who ever said senior year was a blow-off?
Cutechick49: Rachael! I find your review hilarious. It's just so funny. That's it.
BrownEyedGurl: Not too much on the Larry front. Last Larry chapter. Sort of uneventful.
Crazychild15: I was thinking of going with the whole dream, but that would just be too weird.
Chapter 6: I Lied
~Larry~
I gulped. "No, Dad. I really have no idea why he did it." I lied. Horribly, I think.
He nodded though. "Alright, son. I just wanted to make sure."
I looked at him a little uneasy. "Yeah, Bryan's never liked me. I guess he just wasn't thinking straight today or something." Shut up, Tudgeman. You're only digging yourself in deeper.
"I suppose so." He finished and turned to leave.
That was my moment. My moment to say it. The one thing I've been wanting to tell him since I finally figured it out myself just a year ago. Wow, was it only a year ago? Anyways, it was there. Within my grasp. All I had to do was move.
Telling your friends is one thing. But, telling your father? That's not even comparable. It's just not the same. It never has been, never will be. I know hell eventually warm up to it after he finds out of course.
But, I can't help wondering, when is eventually? One second, one day, one year, three years? When will he finally be okay with it? I don't really know how my father feels about the subject in general, so I don't know how he'll feel about this. He's a pretty open-minded guy. I don't think he's ever fathomed his son being a queer though.
So, he left. Leaving me here to ponder over everything that has happened in the past year. Hell, the past week will take me a year. I can normally read my father's expressions and movements. Today, though, I wasn't really trying so he might know something. There's a possibility. I mean, Bryan's stupid and all, but nobody beats up a guy for no reason. He's got to suspect or something. I wish I had tried to focus on his actions. I probably wouldn't have been able to though. My one eye is hereby rendered impossible to do much besides send shooting pains through me. With or without ice on it.
My friends were really great about it. I knew they would be. We talk about stuff like that, issues like that. We've talked about homosexuality a lot. I know how they feel about it. I know their thoughts on every little detail. I knew they would be okay with it because I knew how they felt about it.
My dad and I have never had a discussion like that. We have talks about issues, but we tend to steer clear of some. Homosexuality included. And it's not like I can just go up to him and suddenly broach the topic. "Hey, Dad. What do you think of homosexuals?" His response? "Larry, are you gay?" Especially now. Now that this happened. Now that Bryan did this to me. He's going to want to know more. I know he didn't believe a word I said. Why couldn't he have just pestered me more, making me break? It would be easier then. If I were to just 'explode' and scream it out in frustration from the annoyance of my father, but no. He doesn't do that. He leaves the room.
I could just try the approach I had with Laura and Veruca. Well, more so with Laura than Veruca. Veruca sort of had me cornered. Which is good.
I could just sort of pop in some sort of movie that deals with it and bring it up. Like The Laramie Project. No, that would probably freak my dad out. Here, let's watch a movie about a homosexual hate crime, by the way, that could be me. Scratch that movie. We'll make that option a last resort of sorts. It's kind of lame, but then, so am I.
So, no movie. What else could I possibly do though? I can't just come out and say it, I need a little segway into it. Easing him into it.
I ended up tossing and turning all night. I just couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't find a comfortable position with my eye. It was not the best of my nights. It was about midnight when I finally looked at the clock and decided to go get a drink of water.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at my dad's creaked open study door. The light was on and he was obviously still researching something or other. I don't know why I knocked or what I intended to do once I did knock. But I knocked.
I walked into the room apprehensively. My dad looked up at me from his work, expectantly. "Hi." I mumbled.
"Hi." He returned.
"I lied." No. I said it so fast I could barely understand myself.
"Hmm?"
"I said, I lied." Why am I doing this to myself? Why?
"About what, son?" He out down the papers and folded his arms.
"About what I said." This is the best easing I can do.
"Said when?"
"When you asked me if there was a reason that Bryan beat me up."
"Go on."
"He overheard me tell Laura something yesterday. Something he doesn't...." Doesn't what? Approve of? Understand? "....like."
"And what would that be?"
"Dad, I'm. Hm. I guess there's really no easy way to say it, except to just, say it. So, yeah. I'm gay." He sat there, silent. I don't know what he was expecting but it sire wasn't that. "I'm going to go back to bed." I went back to the door.
"Larry. Wait." I turn. He sighs. "Gay, huh?" I nod. "That's a plateful. It's going to take me a while to get used to this, but thank you for telling me now."
"Anytime."
A/N: I tried making this one longer and it just took me so long to get out. Look for next chapter NOW!
Reviews:
Dancer chick1: Oh, don't worry. This is definitely the only subject I've written about that I could go on and on about. We'll see how regular I can stay. I'm a senior and I had homework the first day. Who ever said senior year was a blow-off?
Cutechick49: Rachael! I find your review hilarious. It's just so funny. That's it.
BrownEyedGurl: Not too much on the Larry front. Last Larry chapter. Sort of uneventful.
Crazychild15: I was thinking of going with the whole dream, but that would just be too weird.
Chapter 6: I Lied
~Larry~
I gulped. "No, Dad. I really have no idea why he did it." I lied. Horribly, I think.
He nodded though. "Alright, son. I just wanted to make sure."
I looked at him a little uneasy. "Yeah, Bryan's never liked me. I guess he just wasn't thinking straight today or something." Shut up, Tudgeman. You're only digging yourself in deeper.
"I suppose so." He finished and turned to leave.
That was my moment. My moment to say it. The one thing I've been wanting to tell him since I finally figured it out myself just a year ago. Wow, was it only a year ago? Anyways, it was there. Within my grasp. All I had to do was move.
Telling your friends is one thing. But, telling your father? That's not even comparable. It's just not the same. It never has been, never will be. I know hell eventually warm up to it after he finds out of course.
But, I can't help wondering, when is eventually? One second, one day, one year, three years? When will he finally be okay with it? I don't really know how my father feels about the subject in general, so I don't know how he'll feel about this. He's a pretty open-minded guy. I don't think he's ever fathomed his son being a queer though.
So, he left. Leaving me here to ponder over everything that has happened in the past year. Hell, the past week will take me a year. I can normally read my father's expressions and movements. Today, though, I wasn't really trying so he might know something. There's a possibility. I mean, Bryan's stupid and all, but nobody beats up a guy for no reason. He's got to suspect or something. I wish I had tried to focus on his actions. I probably wouldn't have been able to though. My one eye is hereby rendered impossible to do much besides send shooting pains through me. With or without ice on it.
My friends were really great about it. I knew they would be. We talk about stuff like that, issues like that. We've talked about homosexuality a lot. I know how they feel about it. I know their thoughts on every little detail. I knew they would be okay with it because I knew how they felt about it.
My dad and I have never had a discussion like that. We have talks about issues, but we tend to steer clear of some. Homosexuality included. And it's not like I can just go up to him and suddenly broach the topic. "Hey, Dad. What do you think of homosexuals?" His response? "Larry, are you gay?" Especially now. Now that this happened. Now that Bryan did this to me. He's going to want to know more. I know he didn't believe a word I said. Why couldn't he have just pestered me more, making me break? It would be easier then. If I were to just 'explode' and scream it out in frustration from the annoyance of my father, but no. He doesn't do that. He leaves the room.
I could just try the approach I had with Laura and Veruca. Well, more so with Laura than Veruca. Veruca sort of had me cornered. Which is good.
I could just sort of pop in some sort of movie that deals with it and bring it up. Like The Laramie Project. No, that would probably freak my dad out. Here, let's watch a movie about a homosexual hate crime, by the way, that could be me. Scratch that movie. We'll make that option a last resort of sorts. It's kind of lame, but then, so am I.
So, no movie. What else could I possibly do though? I can't just come out and say it, I need a little segway into it. Easing him into it.
I ended up tossing and turning all night. I just couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't find a comfortable position with my eye. It was not the best of my nights. It was about midnight when I finally looked at the clock and decided to go get a drink of water.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at my dad's creaked open study door. The light was on and he was obviously still researching something or other. I don't know why I knocked or what I intended to do once I did knock. But I knocked.
I walked into the room apprehensively. My dad looked up at me from his work, expectantly. "Hi." I mumbled.
"Hi." He returned.
"I lied." No. I said it so fast I could barely understand myself.
"Hmm?"
"I said, I lied." Why am I doing this to myself? Why?
"About what, son?" He out down the papers and folded his arms.
"About what I said." This is the best easing I can do.
"Said when?"
"When you asked me if there was a reason that Bryan beat me up."
"Go on."
"He overheard me tell Laura something yesterday. Something he doesn't...." Doesn't what? Approve of? Understand? "....like."
"And what would that be?"
"Dad, I'm. Hm. I guess there's really no easy way to say it, except to just, say it. So, yeah. I'm gay." He sat there, silent. I don't know what he was expecting but it sire wasn't that. "I'm going to go back to bed." I went back to the door.
"Larry. Wait." I turn. He sighs. "Gay, huh?" I nod. "That's a plateful. It's going to take me a while to get used to this, but thank you for telling me now."
"Anytime."
A/N: I tried making this one longer and it just took me so long to get out. Look for next chapter NOW!
