Not Anymore [Book One]

chapter 3

the night Scott and Kirstie joined the family,
still during vacation.

"You are not thinking straight!"
I woke with a start. I looked at the clock.
1:30..
I heard my father and my mother's voice.
They were yelling.
"Why can't you understand, Mike? They are homeless.Why can't you find joy of helping them?"
"Because we don't even know them. We can't just go around adopting everyone we take pity on!!"
"No, but what about Mitch? Have you ever thought that he may be lonely, with no siblings?
So I thought it was a great opportunity to
help some poor kids and get our son some
siblings he can have fun with!"
"You may have forgotten something. Our son is gay," he said 'gay' like it was a bad disease
and he was sick of saying it. "and might I ask, have you seen the way Mitch was looking at Scott?" I gasped and quickly covered my mouth with my hand. He knew about my feelings. He knew about my thoughts.
"It's obvious he's in love with him and it's not a good thing to do, letting him move in with us."
By that time I had sat up from my bed and was tip toeing to my parent's bedroom.
I stopped.
There, sitting by my the doorway, was Scott.
I stared at him and he saw me.
He put his finger to his lips and locked eyes
with me.
I nodded slowly and sat down next to him.
My heart was beating kind of hard.
"You think our son that desperate?
Desperate enough to fall in love with a
guy he just met?! Because he's not, okay?"
You go mom
You just called me desperate without knowng.
New levels
My dad seemed not that sure, but he
reluctantly said;"Fine. So be it. But if something bad happens because of this, I'm not taking charge of anything."
Then, a few minutes later we heard him snoring.
I sighed.
Scott turned to me.
'sorry.' he mouthed.
I shook my head no, and fell on my bed.
I closed my eyes and tried desperatly to ignore the thumping of my heart.