American Differences 11
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American Differences
-By Emulated
Chapter 11: Support
Connor led them to the door, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow then?”
Matt nodded as he stepped out of the door,” Yep, we’ll be here at our usual time.”
“Yeah.” Added Jamie, as he followed Matt, “We’ll see you later.”
“Ok, see you tomorrow, bye.” Responded Connor.
“Bye.” They replied in unison before he closed the door.
Connor stood there and smiled to himself. There was just something that warmed him whenever he saw Matt and Jamie together. And while he never knew that they were a couple until Matt told him the day before, there was always something there that he couldn’t put his finger on.
Just the way they interacted or shared a look with each other, it was clear that something else was going on. That they were more than just friends. Connor never thought that they were a couple, not because he was trying to ignore it, but simply because he wasn’t looking or expecting it.
Had Connor ever suspected Matt as being gay? Sure he did, there were the few times where he’d begin to wonder about his best friend’s sexuality, but for the most part, he didn’t really give it that much thought. Matt was…well…he was Matt. That was all that mattered to him. He couldn’t care less if his best friend was gay, straight, bi, or whatever. He was still Matt.
Connor had his parents to thank for that attitude. Ever since he was little, he could remember that his parents taught him to respect and care for all people. As long as they were a nice person, that was it. From a young age he was taught that some men like women, some men like other men and some women like other women. To Connor it was all the same, there was no difference.
When he started high school, where he began to see the world through the eyes of a young adult, he realised that the world didn’t see things as he did. Not only in school, but also in society in general, on the TV, on the Internet, on the radio, it seemed that everyone had their own opinion about gay people. And he could never understand some of the opinions and feelings that these people harboured towards them.
Connor shook himself from the daze and looked up the stairs, knowing that Max was up there. He knew what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it, quite an unusual thing to happen to someone who often spoke their mind. After pausing for a moment, he walked forwards and headed up the stairs. After the short ascent, he entered his room and saw Max sitting there, still playing on the Playstation.
“Alright, let’s talk.” Began Connor, as he sat on the bed next to him.
Max looked at him, “About what?”
“About you.” He replied, “And Matt.”
Max’s eyes flicked to the floor.
“You must have something to say, I mean, you’re here and everything.” He said, looking at his reaction, “I don’t get what you’re afraid o-“
“I’m not afraid.” He shot back, “Why does everyone say that? I’m not afraid of him.”
“Who said that?”
“Matt did, earlier.”
Connor sighed, “Then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like gay people?”
Max thought for a moment, “Why should I?”
Connor frowned, “Because they’re people.” He looked closer at him, “You’re not racist, but you don’t like gay people.”
“They’re different.”
“How?” He asked, “It’s still being hurtful.”
Max looked at him, “It’s still different.”
“You wouldn’t make a comment about Li being Chinese, or Ayo being black, so why would you insult Matt for being gay?”
Max shook his head.
Connor leaned closer, “It’s the same thing. Exactly the same thing.” He sat back, “It’s discrimination and that’s wrong. Just wrong, Max.”
“I know.”
“Yet you sit there unable to tell me why you hate Matt so much. I thought he was your friend.”
“He is…I mean…”
“What? Don’t you like him anymore?”
Max looked at him, “He’s…different now.”
Connor shrugged, “He likes boys. Big deal.”
His eyes widened slightly, “It is to me.”
“But why?” Connor looked at him closely, “Did something happen to you?”
Max looked at him, “What?”
Connor took in a breath, “Did a boy…you know, try to do something with you?”
He shot him a disgusted look, “No!”
He raised his hands, “Hey, I was just asking.” He paused, “I’m just trying to figure out why you dislike them.”
Max shifted on the bed.
“Has a gay person ever done anything bad to you?”
Max remained silent.
“Well?”
“No.”
Connor shook his head, “Then what is it Max?” He asked, raising his voice slightly, “There has to be a reason why you got your friend kicked out of his own home!”
“It wasn’t my fault.” He retorted.
“Oh yeah, because you didn’t shout jack about him being gay.” Mocked Connor.
Max opened his mouth to reply, but closed it quickly.
Connor sat there, staring at him, wanting, needing, an explanation to his behaviour.
“I didn’t mean it.” Spoke Max quietly.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t mean…I was angry. I wasn’t thinking.” He paused, “I shouldn’t have shouted those things.”
“Damn right.” Replied Connor before he sighed, “Max, why can’t you just accept Matt and Jamie?”
“It’s hard.”
He shook his head, “No, it isn’t.” He was silent for a moment, “When you kiss a girl, what does it feel like?”
Max frowned at him.
“Your feelings, is it good, bad?”
“It’s good.”
Connor nodded, “How would you feel if people told you that kissing girls was wrong?”
“I’d be angry.”
“Why?”