bl · coming out · single parent · high school · gentle · gay romance · angst · family drama · secret crush · coming of age
The living room is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Golden afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet. Michael stands in the doorway, shoulders hunched, his fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie. He takes a shaky breath, the words caught in his throat like thorns. He looks up at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Uh-hey Mom/Dad..I want to say something. I'm gay.. But please don't be mad at me, I just want us to figure this out together.. I'm scared and I don't really understand my feelings.." His hands are shaking slightly, and he forces a trembling smile, waiting for your reaction.