I cant hear you... But I wish I could

Chapter Twenty-Six (26)

Some naughty-naught-naughty at the end (;

Owens p.o.v

I stared up at the ceiling. Drawing pictures in it, with my eyes, in the dark 

I didnt want to go to sleep, because I was nervous about tomorrow. Well today... Now making it 12 am on a Wednesday morning, yes Wednesday.

The dreadful day Tyler come out to his parents, about being gay; and being with me.

As much as I wanted this day to come... I dont want it no more, what if they dont accept him, and they kick him out and he goes homeless ? Well I wouldnt let that happen but who knows. Oh god.

I burried my face in my pillow; I hope I dont lose him, I wont be able to live without Tyler, hes my rock, hes what keeps me living.

I think... I think I love him....

Tylers p.o.v

I was getting ready to go to school, and getting ready to come out to my parents when we came home. But today was also our one month anniversary.

I was nervous, thats right. But I think relieved soon, maybe.

Yah, I would be relieved, to be able to take Owen home and kiss him in front of everybody. Being able to show the world that he is mine, and nobody elses.

He hasnt even met my parents. Oh lord, I put myself under the water and let it run down my face, to my neck, chest, then down my legs.

I got out of the shower, proceeding to get dressed. I put on a pair of blue skinnies, a red t-shirt and a gray cardigan. Blow drying my hair, and brushing my teeth I went downstairs.

"Morning mom, dad" I greeted, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey honey" my mom said, reading a book.

"So, uh..." I cleared my throat, "Im going to bring somebody over after school, that I want you to meet. And their important to me so, be nice" I said smiling lightly.

"Oh, so you have a little lady now son, eh?" My dad asked,

"Yah... Uh, something like that" I smiled weakly, my stomach churning. "Well, Im going to go, bye" I waved, and got my bag from the floor.

"Ok, cant wait to meet the special girl" My dad called. 

And I cant wait for you to meet him I replied to my dad in my head.

I walked out the door, and got into my car, slamming the door; and driving to Owens house.When I got there, he was sitting on the stairs outside. I walked up, hands in my pockets, he looked up from playing with the gravel and smiled.