Sorry I never update! I've been super busy writing Hardship Relationship with Bubbaly Waddle, and also we lost our power for two days! D:

But anyway, I'm on Christmas break now, so expect a ton of chapters to come!

This one isn't too short, but it's not long. Sorry :(

Kyle's POV

I wave good-bye to Stan as he opens his front door, quickly dissapearing inside. He's gone now, sadly, and I can't wait until Monday to see him again.

Dad pulls out of Stan's driveway, turning in the direction of our house. I see him glance at me in his rear-view mirror, but he looks away once I catch him.

"What is it, Dad?" I ask.

"You really like Stanley, don't you, son?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm proud to say that I do," I tell him with hapiness in my voice.

"I'm glad you two are together, to be honest. I really hate how your mother has been acting about it, but you know her. I'm not sure she'll ever come around, no matter what. Same with your brother," Dad tells me.

A smile forms on my face. He actually is fine with me being with a boy! I become giddy, but then realise that he is still only one out of three people who I need approval from.

"Dad, I can't keep going on like this with Mom and Ike hating me so much," I whine.

"I'll talk to her, but I can't promise you anything. With your brother, you'll just have to put up with him. Siblings can be a bitch sometimes," he says.

I smile, once again, and silently pray that everything will be alright. Maybe it will, and maybe, just maybe, that since Dad is on my side, I can win this one. It is, afterall, two against two.

Before I can thank Dad for trying, we pull into our driveway. I sigh, hoping Mom doesn't bitch at me for being late. I am with Dad, afterall, so she knows that I wasn't doing anything with Stan. At least, that's what she will hopefully think.

Walking up to the front door, I subtly move behind Dad, letting him lead. I want him to be the first that Mom sees, so she won't assume anything right away.

As I had assumed, Mom was waiting for me. She was sitting on the couch, and stood as soon as we walked in.

"Sheila, sweetie, how are you? I picked up Kyle and he came with me to a clients house, so don't get mad at him. He's fine. He was with me the entire time," Dad assures Mom, subtly winking at me.

"Well, as long as you were with your father," Mom says, looking at me, "you're fine, but don't worry me like that! You know I jump to conclusions! I thought you were with Stan! He's dangerous, Kyle."

Gee, great. My own mother thinks my boyfriend is dangerous. Lovely.

"Sheila, I have to talk to you," Dad tells Mom.

Mom walks up the staircase, leading Dad to their room. I wait for a moment, and then quickly follow suit, heading to my own room where I might be able to hear them. I want to know what she says, but at the same time I don't. I'm afraid of what she might say.

I hear almost-silent voices as soon as I press my ear to the wall. I cannot make out what is being said, but I hear a few words, such as my name, as well as Stan's.

I decide that it's no use, since I have no idea what the conversation is right now. I sit against the wall on my bed for a moment, then slump down into a laying position. I rest my head atop my pillow, closing my eyes. I find a comfortable position, and see if I can take a nap.

I feel myself falling into a sleep-like state, when I am suddenly awoken by loud voices.

Right away, I identify the yelling voice to be my mom's. Figures.

"NO!" I hear being pratically screamed.

I rush to the wall where I can hear their conversations, to make sure I don't hear anything wrong.

"He's my son, too, Gerald! I don't want a fucking gay son! I understand that you want him to be happy, and so do I, but he will never be happy in the long run with another boy!" Mom cries.

"Honey, he is really happy with Stan. I can see the way they look at each-other that they are in love. You have to realise it! Let's invite Stan over for supper and you'll see that they are perfect," Dad offers.

"I guess we could do that, but they better not sit next to each other, and they aren't aloud alone together!" Mom defends.

I hear a door opening, then closing. Their conversation is over.

I hurry back to my bed so it doens't look like I was listening. I grab my notebook from my side table, along with a pen so it looks like I was doing homework, not eavesdropping.

Not even a minute later, Dad walks into my room.

"Please knock next time," I warn.

"Sorry. Anyway, your mother is willing to compromise. You can invite Stan over tomorrow night for supper. We are going to prove that you guys are perfect for each other," Dad says.

Even though I already knew that from listening in, I was still as happy as I was when I first heard it. Mom is willing to try to help. She is willing to compromise. Maybe she does actually love me. Maybe there is hope.

"Thank you, Dad," I say, huging my father.

"You're welcome, son," he says back.

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