Phil's Kid

Ch-9-Name-?

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"Dad..." I mumbled before passing out having a good dream. My dream/nightmare/memory stopped for some time after that.

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I open my eyes to an unfamiliar room, again. But this time I recognize it as Phil and Kristen's.

I sit up in the middle of the big empty bed as I slowly remember what happened last night. Oh shit.

I hear the door start to creak open and quickly pull the blanket back over me laying down. "Wake up..." Kristen gently shakes me. "Five more minutes." I mumble not wanting to get up and face the world this morning. She sighed. "It's almost noon you have to get up."

Those words took a minute to process into my head. "I'm late!" I yell sitting up and throwing the blanket off me. Before Kristen could say anything I was out of the room getting ready to head up the stairs but got stopped. "Hold on just a minute." I hear Phil say.

I slowly turned around. "Oh... Hey... good morning..." I say nervously looking away from him. "Good morning to you too." He says. "Good morning." Kristen says coming out of her room. "Well I have to get ready for school so if you don't mind-" "-you're not going today." Phil says. I look at him. "Huh?"

"Come, sit." Kristen pats the middle seat of the couch next to her. Oh great, she knows. I walk over slowly. Kristen sits on the right side and Phil on the left, which means I have to sit in the middle. I sot in the middle. "So..."

"So, you aren't going to school today cause you need the rest." Phil said. "But you can't sleep all day." Kristen added and Phil nodded. "Ok..."

"So..." Kristen said looking at Phil. "So..." Phil said back. "We fully support the LGBTQ+ and stuff." Phil said looking at me. I felt, relived? Like some weight was lifted off my shoulders.

"I noticed how you got upset with Tommy last night when he called you a woman, and when you said your name was Alex." Phil said making me nervous. "We're just trying to understand why is all." Kristen put a hand on my shoulder.

"U-uh, well..." I played with my hands looking down. I stood up from the couch and went in front of both of them to see both of their reactions. "You said you don't hate the LGBT, right?" "Yes." Then nodded. I can't believe I was about to do this.

"And what would happen if I was a part of it?" I asked looking into both their eyes. Both of their faces softened. Wait what?

"We would support you of course." Kristen said. "You are you, and that's all that matters." Phil said.

I put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from making noise but felt water dripping on top of my hand. I used my other hand to feel where it was coming from, and it came from my eyes. Tears, but why?

I fell, but this time before I hit the ground Phil and Kristen caught me. "T-thank you." I choked out. "Thanks for trusting us." Kristen said holding me tighter.

It took me only a few minutes to stop crying. I blew my nose in a tissue when Phil and Kristen broke the hug sitting in front of me on the floor.

"Can I ask something else?" Phil asked. "Mhm." I nodded. "Do you like the name, Alex?" I suddenly felt so embarrassed. "U-uh, well, yeah... kinda. It's kinda like my name, but you know." I whispered playing with the end of my shirt.