Frank's POV

I was happy because now I knew that I really did love Gee, but I couldn't help stressing about telling my parents about us. This whole thing was fucking messed, but I couldn't help enjoying myself.
I just hope my parents won't freak out. When I got home, I could already smell super. My mom was an amazing cook. "Hey mom. Where's dad?"
"He had to work late tonight. Is everything alright?"
"Ya, everything is fine," I hesitated to tell her the truth, but I had to tell her some time. "Uh mom? I need to tell you something,"

Mom looked worried. "What is it?"
"I uh... I think I might be gay or bi, I don't know,"

My mom looked paralyzed. "Frank? Is this some sick joke? It's not funny,"
"No mom, I'm telling the truth," she sat down looking flustered. "mom? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" she snapped, "I just need to think for a minuet. Are you sure that you're...you know..."
"Yes mom, I have a boyfriend. Please don't hate me,"
"Oh Frankie, you just took me by surprise. I would never hate you. I just need to find a way to tell you father,"
"Ya, I'm just glad you don't hate me, that you're not homophobic," My mother was always so kind.
She got up and kissed my forehead. "Baby, I will forever love you. No matter what. Understand?" I simply nodded my head in response. "Now go wash up and do your homework. I'll call you down when super is ready," I smiled, pleased and her reaction to all of this. I walked up to my rooms as my mother told me and completed an assignment due tomorrow.
That night I was trying to fall asleep in my bed after super. I heard my dad close the door, coming inside. I heard him say hello to my mother and her saying hello back.

"Mmm, what's for super? It smells great. Sorry I had to work late,"
"its okay honey. Can we talk for a second?"
"Sure, what's wrong?"
"It's fran-"
"Is he okay!"
"He's fine, honey. But he told my today that he has a boyfriend," Even though I was lying in bed, I could almost hear my father's shocked expression.
"As in he's-" dad tried but mom cut off his sentence not wanting him to say it out loud.

"Yes, that's what he thinks," I heard foot steps coming toward my room. Someone yanked my door open, I was guessing my father.
"What the fuck Frank! Is what your mother telling me true!"
I sat up in my bed a bit scared. I have never seen my father so mad. I just nodded, afraid that if I said something my father would explode on me. He was breathing heavy. He took one big breath and I thought he was going to yell at me. To my surprise, he just broke down crying. I have never seen my dad cry before. I came closer to him, wanting to comfort him. I cautiously rubbed his back, awaiting a sudden uproar. He did nothing. Just sat there, crying.

"Dad I...I'm sorry. If I could make this easy I would. But I...I haven't changed. I'm still Frank, your son,"
"No son of mine is...is gay,"
"I could be bi," He got up, not looking at me, but the floor instead. "I just hope for your own sake that when you wake up tomorrow, you have every thing figured out, that you go back to the son I knew." He said nothing more, just left my room.

When he was out of earshot, my mother came and sat beside me on my bed. "Baby, your father is very hard headed. When he believes something, he is the only one who can change his own mind. I know he still loves you. Just give him some time, he'll come around," I nodded. She kissed the crown of my head, said goodnight and left me to be with my own thoughts.

Next day

I woke up that morning with a headache. I put my fingers to my temple as if to reduce the pressure in my brain. I stood up and it suddenly sent a throbbing pain that made me dizzy, it went away after a matter of seconds. My headache, on the other hand, was going to stay with me for the rest of the day, I could tell.
I went downstairs and said good morning to my mom. She replied, "Good morning honey, how are you feeling?"
"Headache,"
"It was expected," she smiled at me, not a happy smile but more of a pained smile. I nodded.

She passed me a plate with toast and jam, the usual, and I thanked her.

"You slept in a bit, so be faster this morning," she said to me. I nodded, not having much to say.

I could hear my dad walking upstairs. I guess he was awake. He came downstairs. Surprisingly he said good morning to both of us. He sat down for breakfast. Then he told me, "Son, I thought a lot about why you...informed me last night," I wanted to avoid this conversation as much as possible, but there was no escaping now. "My cousin was also...gay," he never told me this, "he had a very hard life. But before he knew he was this way, my cousin and I were best friends. I loved him, in a brotherly way of course. I just...I don't..."
"Dad, it's okay. You don't have to accept it. But you can't change it. I can't change it. But understand that I'm the same and I'm happy,"
He nodded, "I know," he sighed. I could start seeing tears fill his eyes. "Frank, you are my son. I will always love you. If I will ever accept this, I don't know. But I'm still here for you," He smiled at me. I never noticed how much older he looked. He gripped my shoulder, reassuring me. I smiled back.

Then I said, breaking the silence, "I should go get ready. Thanks for breakfast, mom." then I went upstairs to my room to get ready for school. Thank god it was a Friday