Thread Topic: bLiZzArD ;))
Clay smiled anxiously, subconsciously shifting closer to George.
"Well then, um," George said, biting the inside of his cheek and pausing for a moment. "We've come to talk about our relationship. And- and try to make amends with you, and why we are- why we are together,"
"Okay, I'm listening," George's mom said calmly, which confused George slightly.
"Well- uh," George said, glancing at Clay for a moment. "Who says I can't love who I want?" He asked his mom, at a loss for words at the moment.
"Me. I am your mother," George's mom stated, frowning.
"But, am I, not an adult, who can make my own decisions?" George said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You don't seem to act like it, but I guess you are,"
Clay glanced over at George, unsure if he should speak so is watching the two silently.
"And haven't you heard of needing your parent's approval for who you date?" His Mom added, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Well, yes, but if you really knew Clay, you would accept him," George stated.
"Would I? How are you sure of that?" His mom said, pressing her lips into a thin line.
"He's one of the best men I've ever met in my life!" George exclaimed, gesturing to Clay with his hand.
"And there's the problem," His mom stated, frowning. "He's a man, not a woman."
Clay tensed at that last comment, looking down at his lap.
"Does gender really matter that much?" George stated, getting a little agitated.
"In today's world it seems to, doesn't it?" His mom shot back.
"No, in today's word, gender matters, but not in the way you think. Even if he's the same gender as me, we would be accepted."
Clay looked over at George, a small smile on his face. He grabbed the brunette’s hand, gently squeezing it.
George smiled, glancing at him and intertwining their fingers. "Mom, why do you not accept us?"
"Have I not said it before? Being gay is a sin," She said, leaning forward slightly in her chair.
"But if we're made to love, what if I love men?" George said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You shouldn't, your mind is just f--ked up, George," She exclaimed somewhat softly, making George freeze.
“Okay- I’m-I’m sorry, I don’t appreciate you saying sh-t like that about George,” Clay said suddenly, looking over at his boyfriend’s mom. “I- I know you don’t like me and the idea of us being together, but we love each other and honestly, I don’t give two f—ks about what you think of our relationship.” He exhaled, glancing at George for a moment. “What I do care about is George, and- I don’t get how how can just say stuff like that about him, your own son.”
"My own son? I don't even think I recognize him, clinging to a person of his own gender like he actually likes him." His mom retorted. "I did not raise my son to be gay, I didn't, and it's disappointing," She added. George squeezed Clay's hand subconsciously before letting go, making his hand into a thumbs-up and placing it onto the other, signing to Clay and biting the inside of his cheek.
Clay glanced over at George and nodded subtly, standing and grabbing George’s hand. “Forgive me for this, babe,” he said to his boyfriend before looking over at his mom, “but f—k you.” He turned back to George and grabbed his hand, walking out of the house.
"Yeah, run away, see if I care!" His mom called after them. Her calls could be heard until they got out and closed the door behind them.
Clay let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, looking over at George. “Are you okay? I’m- God, I don’t even know what to say,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
George shook his head, stepping over and clinging to Clay with shaky hands, hanging his head and squeezing his eyes shut.
Clay froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around George, holding him close. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay,” he said in a quiet voice, rubbing the brunette’s back.
Log in to post or Get your free account