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Running Into Love: Chapter 7 ----------------------------
The silence that followed was almost as long as the one earlier in the evening. I stared at my parents, stunned by what I'd just heard, and they stared back, startled by my walking in suddenly.
"What?" I asked in a barely audible whisper.
Another silence. My dad finally spoke. "Trevor, it's not what you..."
"Yes it is!" I said, cutting him off. "I heard you!" I didn't even give him a chance to respond before I angrily stomped up to my room. How could he do that?! I couldn't believe I was related to someone who was that much of an asshole! I really thought that they would be able to accept me for who I was. I mean, I know I was really nervous, but deep down, I thought it would be okay. And I thought it was okay. It had seemed like everything had gone really well with my parents, or at least my mom. I guess I figured if she understood, then he would too.
I lay down on my bed and started crying hysterically into my pillow. The tears wouldn't stop. The pain wouldn't stop. My OWN father! The man who was supposed to love me! This kind of stuff wasn't supposed to matter to your parents. They're supposed to support you no matter what. Why can't life be more like the movies?
There was a gentle knock at my door. "Go away," I yelled angrily in between tears.
"Trevor?" I heard my mom say softly.
"I said GO AWAY!" I yelled back, louder than before. She opened the door and came in. I hate when she does that. "I said go away," I repeated, even though I knew she wouldn't leave.
"I know," she said softly, "but I want to talk to you."
"What's there to talk about?" I said, fighting back more tears. "Dad's a jerk. Dad's a bigot. Dad hates me. That's it."
There was a pause. I think she was waiting for me to calm down. It wasn't working. "He didn't say he hated you," she finally said.
"It was obvious enough," I responded, "I'm not an idiot."
"Honey...he's just uncomfortable with the idea," she said softly.
"Well he shouldn't be," I responded defiantly, "I'm his son. He's supposed to support me in stuff like this."
She paused again. Eventually she said, "I don't think your giving him a chance..."
"I don't think HE'S giving ME a chance!" I shouted.
"Look Trevor," she said seriously, "this really came as a shock to your father. I think eventually, he'll come around."
"Yeah right," I said dryly, still not buying a word of it. "If that's how he really felt, he could've come up here and said it himself. He doesn't even want to talk to me."
"You would've listened to him even less than your listening to me," she replied matter-of factly, "and you know it."
I didn't say anything for a while. She had a point there. My mom finally spoke again, "I'll leave now. At least think about what I said." I didn't say anything; I just buried my head in my pillow again. She got up and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
I cried into my pillow for a little while longer. Maybe he would come around, but at this point, I didn't see it happening. Maybe I was being too cynical, but hearing your father say something like that has that effect. I really hoped my mom was right, but for the moment, I doubted that she was.
There was another knock at my door. "Trevor?" came my father's deep voice from the other side of the door. I didn't respond. "Trevor?" he said again. I still didn't want to speak to him. The door opened and my father walked him. Had I not been so depressed, I would have grabbed the first thing that wasn't bolted down, and hurled it his head. At this moment, I honestly wanted him dead.
"I didn't say you could come in," I said in a voice saturated with anger and hatred.
"You didn't say I couldn't come in," he replied. "Besides, I want to talk to you."
"Why?" I asked dryly. "Why would you want to waste your time with me? You hate me."
"I didn't say that."
"It was obvious," I said. "I've already had this conversation with Mom, you can leave."
"I don't want to," he said sternly.
"Why not?" I asked angrily. "Do you want to elaborate on why you 'just don't like it'?"
"No," he said calmly, "but I did want to explain myself." I didn't say anything. I had no desire whatsoever to talk to him. However, he misinterpreted this is a signal for him to go on. "Trevor, I didn't say I hated you. I'm just...uncomfortable with this...gay thing."
"Well you shouldn't be," I said coldly.
"I know," he said, "but I am. I'm sorry." I was still pissed off, but I certainly wasn't expecting an apology. He continued, "I never said I was giving up on you. You're still my son, Trevor. And I'm not going to let this come between us. I'm a little uncomfortable, but I'd like to try to get used to it. I think I just need some time to adjust...you really caught me by surprise."
I didn't know what to say. I should've still been mad at him...right? I didn't know anymore. I couldn't hold back any more. Out of nowhere, I just broke into tears.
"Trevor," my dad repeated, "I'm sorry."
I tried to compose myself. Between tears, I finally managed to whisper, "It's okay...thanks Dad."
"Your welcome Trevor," he said quietly. "Don't worry about it. Just give it some time."
"Okay," I whispered.
"I'll leave now. Try to cheer up a bit," he said with a slight smile.
"Okay," I said, smiling as much as I could manage, "Bye." He walked out the door and softly shut in behind him.
After a while, I managed to stop crying. I wasn't exactly in good spirits, but I was a little better. Maybe everything wasn't as bad as it had seemed. It could be better, but it could also be worse. I had just finished drying my eyes when the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello," I said.
"Hey Trev," came Jon's sweet voice. Hearing him made me feel tons better. He had that effect on me. It was like he could make everything else just disappear, so it was just the two of us.
"Hey babe," I responded.
"I just called to say goodnight," he said. "I miss you already so I figured I'd call real quick."
"You're so sweet Jon," I said with giggle. "I miss you too."
"Thanks Trev. So how are your folks?"
"They're okay," I said. "My dad's a little weirded out, but I think he'll be okay." I saw no need to tell him everything that had happened. There was no reason to get him all worried when there was probably nothing to be worried about.
"Cool. Glad to hear it," said Jon. "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep, you're the only person who can make me look forward to school," I giggled.
"Awww...you're sweet," he said. I wish I could've seen him then. I was sure he'd be blushing. He looked so cute like that!
"So are you Jon," I said. "Sleep well."
"I'd sleep better if I was with you," he replied with a laugh.
"Hehehe...shut up you pervert!" I laughed. "Besides, you know perfectly well there wouldn't be a whole lot of sleeping going on."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jon giggled. "Well, I gotta get going. See ya tomorrow!"
"I'll be dreaming about you," I said.
"Same here Trev."
"I love you Jon," I said.
"Love you too Trev," replied his beautiful voice. And with that we hung up. It was a perfect way to end the night. The stuff before it hadn't been so great, but it looked like it would work out. Thoughts of Jon filled my head as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, I again woke up at 6 am sharp, just as the sun was starting to slip through the windows of my room. I woke up easier than I usually did at this obscene hour of the morning because, as always, I was eager to see Jon's beautiful, smiling face again.
I found some clothes to throw on, and then trudged downstairs to get some breakfast before school. As I was pouring myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes, my dad walked in.
"Oh...he Trevor," he said.
"Ummm...hi," I replied quietly.
We didn't really say anything after that, but all of a sudden everything got really tense. We both spent the whole time just staring at our breakfast, not wanting to say anything. After what felt like ages, though it was probably more like 10 minutes, I looked at the clock and saw I had to go. "Gotta go get the bus," I said, relieved at the chance to remove myself from that situation.
"Yeah," me dad said, sounding startled. "See you later."
"Yeah." I quickly walked out the door to the bus stop. I guess I couldn't expect things between us to get better right away. I figured I should give him some time. At least he didn't come out and start insulting me or something. That seemed like a good sign at least.
I got on the bus and made the quick 15-minute ride to school, although it seemed longer since I was waiting to see my beautiful boyfriend. I liked that word...boyfriend. I made me feel...special. Someone actually wanted to be with me, not just for sex, but because of my personality as well. And that made me feel very lucky. Of course, I felt the same way about Jon.
The bus pulled up to the school and I immediately head for my locker. Jon's locker was right near mine, so hopefully I'd get to talk to him before class. As I walked up to my locker I saw Jon standing at his. Lucky me! I walked up to him and tapped him on the back. "Hey babe," I whispered.
"Don't say that here," Jon whispered back, blushing, but smiling as well. "Someone might hear you."
"Alright, I'll shut up," I said with a smile.
"Thank you. So...looking forward to Spanish?" Jon asked jokingly.
"Oh yeah, you know me," I joked back, "I love Spanish."
"Hehe, same here."
"Well, there is one part of Spanish I like," I said with a smile.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Jon asked. I just smiled at him. "Jeez Trev," he said, giggling a bit blushing even more. "I'm not ready to tell the whole damn school."
"Yeah, you're right," I said, also chuckling a bit. "Sorry. I'll stop...for real this time."
"Okay," he said with a smile. We headed off to Spanish, somehow managing to act like two average friends, laughing and joking, but not doing anything too...obvious. Believe me, it wasn't easy!
Once again, Jon and I spent the entire Spanish class staring at each other and trying really hard not to burst out laughing. Somehow we managed. And after Spanish, I was once again bored out of my mind in my chemistry and computer classes. Time may fly when you're having fun, but it crawls when you're waiting to see you boyfriend!
Finally, computer class came to an end and I hurried through the halls, eager to see Jon in history class. I got there just as he was arriving, and we managed to exchange a few words before the start of class, but not much. We took our seats and once again, the staring game started. One of these days, I'd have to start paying attention so I could at least pass. But not today. I had much more important things on my mind. It seemed that Jon did too, as once again, neither of us heard a thing that our teacher said during the class period.
History ended at it was time for lunch. I caught up to Jon as we were leaving the history room. Jon turned to me. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" he asked with a sexy grin. "I do."
I just looked at him and smiled. "Sure, I guess I do," I said, trying to contain my laughter. We walked into the bathroom together, while trying not to look like we were "together."
When we got in I looked at him and said, "You know, this stuff is really fun...but don't you think two days in a row is pushing it just a bit?"
"I don't know," he said, looking at me with pleading eyes. He looked so cute like that.
I smiled warmly at him. "I just don't want to get caught," I said softly to him.
He thought for a minute. "Oh ok," he finally said. "We won't do THAT. But I have to at least get something out of you."
"Hehe...not a problem with me," I said. And with that I touched my lips to his and my tongue to his, and they twisted into the slow erotic dance that they had done so many times before, yet everytime was still as amazing as the first. We closed our eyes and continued our passionate kiss as our hands rubbed up and down each other's backs. We were one body, one mind, one heart. We were together, as one, and we never wanted to let go. And if it was up to us, we wouldn't. I'd hold Jon in my arms for the rest of my life, our lips forever locked in this beautiful passionate kiss.
In our passion we were totally oblivious to everything around us, we were truly lost in each other. The stall on the door closest to us slowly opened...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of chapter 7. Sorry about the ridiculously long wait. I've been having a lot of trouble finding time to write, plus I've been short on ideas. Speaking of which, I'm not sure how much longer I will continue RIL. I won't just stop right in the middle of it, there will be a definite ending, but it might be coming soon. I'm just running out of ideas. Plus, I have many ideas for my other stories that I want to try out. I might think of a bunch of things to write for RIL, but for now, I'm planning on a total of around 10 or 11 chapters for RIL, then ending it. That could change though. You can see all my other stories plus a bunch of other stuff on my webpage, at http://jasonspage.cjb.net. THIS IS A NEW ADDRESS! The old address won't work much longer. I also have a NEW E-MAIL address, it is jasonstories@hotmail.com. Send all feedback there, as the old one won't be around much longer. I hope you liked chapter 7! See ya later!