Angels | Ghosts Of The Past 2 [BoyxBoy] ✓

25. Sweater

Sky.

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I sit next to my mom on the brown couch. 

She caresses my back. "What's wrong, sweetie?" 

"Dad's an asshole, that's what." 

"Why would you say that?" 

"He told me not to tell people about Aron." 

My mom doesn't even look surprised. 

"You knew about this?" 

"Sweetie, this isn't California. Things are different here." 

"I don't care! Why should I have to change myself because of other people's judgments?!" 

"I'm not saying you do. I'm just saying your father means well."

"He just wants to save his own ass. He's embarrassed his son isn't straight." 

"I think you're misjudging him." 

"I'm misjudging him? You're the one that misjudged him when you decided to have kid with a guy like that. I bet you thought he was just great.. and then he left." I snap.

My mom looks hurt. 

Shit.

"Mom, I'm sorry—" 

She gets up and leaves the room. 

"Dammit." I mutter to myself.

I didn't mean to say it like that. I didn't mean to say it at all.

My little cousin Nicky climbs onto my lap. "My mommy said you're not supposed to swear."

"Dammit is hardly a swearword." I sigh. "I'd say fuck is worse." 

"What does that mean?" Another cousin, Lola asks from the floor. She looks around five years old.

Soon three other kids surround me.

"That depends on the context." I say listlessly. 

"The what?" 

"Like if someone says 'Fuck this' it's like 'To hell with this' but if someone says 'I want to fuck you...'" I stare at the little kid's eyes. "Well.. in your case I would just run." 

"You are so smart!" Nicky says, eyes filled with awe. 

"And cool!" Evie cheers.

"Yeah, you know what else is cool? I'm getting married!" 

"No way!" Lola says. 

"Yes way. I'm getting married to my boyfriend, Aron." 

"You have a boyfriend?!" She watches me wide-eyed. 

"Yeah, wanna see him?" 

"Yeah!" They all cheer. 

I grab my phone and show them a picture. 

"Wow! He's so prettyyy!" Evie says. 

"I know." 

"Handsome! You're supposed to say handsome, Evie!" Nicky corrects her.

The door swings open and my dad comes in. 

I get an evil idea.

"But saying something like 'fuck you' can also be a good thing. It means 'I love you'. You can say it to uncle Oliver." I put Nick down. "Go on, go tell him." 

As Nicky makes his way over to my dad I think about how this might be a bad idea and maybe I should stop him...

Nah.