Disclaimer: Aanya is an actual first name. And oh yea, don't own the source material.
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"You gonna be okay?" Aanya Oliver asked.
"I'm good." Jade insisted, already beyond uncomfortable by the situation. "And thanks. You really didn't have to do this."
"Just as long as your not dating my son, we can be gracious." The woman said, and Jade knew she wasn't joking. "Still, you were good for Beck, or as good as you could be. You didn't cheat, you supported him, in your own twisted way, and you even stayed with him, even as you started to realize you were more in love with the idea of you two as a couple then with my son. We do owe you for being a decent girlfriend, even if you're far from being a decent human being."
"Yea, not making me feel better." Jade told her, even as the pain from the last couple of days echoed in her heart and mind.
"There are worse people out there." Aanya insisted. "Like someone kicking their child out, forcing them to survive in this cold world, with almost nothing, just because they came to understand their truth. Honestly, culturally, I'm from a very mixed bag. The India part of me, Hindi, traditional, is struggling to accept my son was ever with someone like you. But the Canadian part is screaming that you should embrace that part that liked girls, and not just because it means you won't be contaminating my son with your, um, darkness? Yes, darkness. Jade, I have nothing against you. Hell, I applaud your coming out. You're parents should have understood, supported. You live in California, and they faced no negative repercussions from loving you as you are." She sighed. "But we both know, your sexuality, that was the excuse, not the cause of this exile."
Jade just nodded, tears again flowing. 'This pain, it's expected. I mean, I get a roof over my head, right…?'
Aanya had sat down on the bed near Jade, offering some motherly advice. "I know your father, and I know he'll come around. Probably too late, because his pride poisons him far more deeply then is healthy. But he will eventually accept this part of you. You're mother, she's escaped into her religion, a deeply judgmental and unaccepted faith, and had abandoned her child because of that. I fear she'll never see you as her baby, the girl she failed because she loved her standing in her church far more then any child she birthed." The woman met tear filled eyes. "You're parents, they did love you, once upon a time. But the damage, whatever happened to you, that is why you're here, and not with your father, enduring his rules but safe in his home." She patted the pale girls hand. "Stay as long as you need. We'll help you apply for scholarships, so you can find your way to school even without your parents help. You will have a life."
"Thanks." Jade said, feeling that the worst of this reminder was over.
"It'll get you out of our home." The Oliver matriarch said, smirking. "Seriously, as a friend, you're good for my son. Just as long as you're not sleeping with him. Soo.." She let the moment hang, turning to walk out the door. Jade was left in the Oliver guest room, what had once been Beck's room, to figure out her next step.
'So, I'm gay.' Jade told herself. 'Stupid Vega.'
