Dylan was watching the first Transformers movie in his mother's weapons shop, Magnificent Steel. His mother had handmade all the weapons that was in the shop. Magnificent Steel was where he got his best friend, Blake, the medieval flail and a medieval battle axe for Blake's birthday.

His mother was the one that loved Star Trek, while his dad was the one that loved watching Godzilla and King Kong.

That was before his parents divorced, but that didn't stop him from coming over to watch movies together.

His mother was explaining something to a costumer.

"Dylan!" Dylan looked over at his mother. "I don't pay you to sit around and do nothing! Go help that costumer!"

"You don't pay me at all. I also don't work here," Dylan replied.

"Once you enter this store, you work here," his mother, Ellie, said. "You're also my son, so I don't have to pay you. That'll be child labor."

The customer, a female in her twenties, started giggling.

"Beware, Christmas is coming," Dylan replied. He went to go deal with the customer.

"What's wrong with Christmas?" The female asked.

"They start decorating for Christmas and start playing songs a month early," Dylan replied.

"So we don't forget," the woman replied.

"Yes, how can I forget when they have trees up in the windows and play songs right after Thanksgiving?" Dylan ranted and the woman started giggling.

His dad was visiting and Dylan found himself smashed between two adults. He wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking, but he was sure his parents still love each other.

Dylan knew that it was his bisexuality that caused his parents to split. His dad wasn't homophobic; he just couldn't handle having a son who was dating another guy. His dad met Alex and liked him, he just couldn't handle it.

It was an easy divorce though. They didn't fight.

Dylan never told Alex why his parents divorced and he felt bad for it.

The credits at the end rolled through the 2014 movie Godzilla and Dylan stood up.

"Where are you going?" His dad asked and Dylan went into the bathroom.

He didn't have to go, but he wanted Alex to know.

I caused my parents' divorce.

That doesn't make sense.

My dad couldn't handle me being bi.

He's homophobic?

No. He likes you. He can't handle me dating a guy.

So, he's homophobic.

He never called us names.

Why did he divorce your mom then?

He can't handle me dating a guy.

If you dated a girl, would he marry your mom again?

I don't know.

Did you confront him on the subject?

No.

Then ask him.

I hate you.

LOL. You don't.

I know.

:) I know you don't.

Asshole.

Bitch.

Dylan decided to not reply. He had a movie-night with his parents to get back too.

He went back to the living room and wondered, was his dad homophobic? His dad never called him names once he came out as bi. His dad never called anyone a fag.

"Where did Mom go?" Dylan asked, noticing his mom was gone.

"To the police station to call for a search party because you've been gone for a long time," his dad replied.

Dylan turned his head to the side, "What?"

"I'm kidding. She went to get some pizza," his dad replied.

"You know, some people at school called me a fag." Dylan said and winced.

His dad, Chris, didn't look away from the DVDs he was looking at. "You should say 'nah' because how do they respond to that?"

Dylan was confused, "Nah?"

"Yes," Chris replied.

"Are…are you homophobic?" Dylan asked, feeling foolish for asking that.

Chris looked at Dylan, stunned. "No. Did Alex plant that idea in your head?"

"Kind of," Dylan replied.

"Why would he think that?" Chris demanded, looking confused.

"He thought you were because you don't like the thought of me dating another guy," Dylan replied. "He asked if you marry Mom if I dated a girl."

"Sounds to me like your boyfriend's on crack," Chris replied.

Dylan stared at him, "Not with me around."

"I don't care if you're dating a guy or girl." Chris replied, "We got a divorce because we fell out love."

"I thought—"

"You thought wrong. I don't care if you're in love with Frisbees or numbers," Chris interrupted.

Dylan was confused, "Numbers?"

"You know, numbers, like one two three," Chris replied.

"Three is curvy," Dylan replied. "I like that number."

Chris was exasperated, "Anyway. I don't understand why people date the same genders. I don't understand. I try to understand, but I just don't get it."

"I don't get why Blake isn't attracted to anyone. I find it weird," Dylan replied.

"I don't think it's weird." Chris replied and Dylan shrugged.

Dylan's phone vibrated, signaling that he got a text message.

Fine. Ignore me then! I don't care!

Dylan didn't know how to respond to Alex's text. Three minutes later, Alex texted him again.

I'm sorry baby. I love you. :)

Chris noticed, "You and Alex have one messed up way with flirting."

Dylan still didn't know how to respond to the text, but he knew how to respond to his dad. "I know Dad. I know."

After watching a King Kong movie with his parents, Dylan said, "I just realized something."

"What is it?" Ellie asked, putting the olives on Dylan's pizza. She hated olives.

"We bond over giant robots, dinosaurs, Kaiju, and other monsters beating each other up," Dylan said.

Ellie looked at her son, "Yeah?"

"Never mind," Dylan replied.

Don't call me baby.

But…

No. That kind of disturbed me.

How?

It made me seem like I'm the chick in this relationship.

You're not the chick.

Good.

I love you.

I love you too.

:)

:)

Hey, do you think caterpillars ever stop making their cocoons and think, "bro, what am I doing this for?"

Dylan seriously had no clue how to answer Blake's question.

Are you half-asleep?

Yes.

Go to bed.

I don't want to.

Bed!

Alright Mom.

I'm far from being a mom but I'll be your daddy.

O.O

Dylan started to laugh.

A/N: I don't know how to end this.

I got: "I'm sorry baby. I love you" from Cat in the Hat after Cat called a hoe "Dirty hoe" and tried to lick the hoe.

I actually ranted about how they put Christmas stuff up early in a store with my mom, and a lady heard me ranting. She giggled.