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About the author:
BJ Irons works in the field of education. Many of his personal experiences as a gay man, have contributed to his works. Being a part of the LGBTQIA+ community himself, BJ hopes to continue to bring more fun fictional works to his LGBTQIA+ readers. The world could always use a little more color and fun.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started writing with the intent on developing stories across so many underrepresented LGBTQ+ genres.
My traditional Christmas family vacation to the beach inspired this book.
Here is a short sample from the book:
We returned to the beach house from dinner. Usually on the first night here in Rehoboth, we often ventured out to try a new restaurant none of us have ever been to. Tonight, we landed on DiFebo’s Restaurant. As the name implies, it specializes in Italian food with added elements of seafood. After all, we were in Rehoboth. I couldn’t think of a restaurant we had been to down here that did not offer seafood options no matter what their specialty was.
At DiFebo’s, it seemed like endless varieties of seafood pastas and flatbreads all across the table along with the tall beer glasses from the dads and the extra dirty martini glasses the moms drank with their meals. I begged my mom to let me at least try a sip of it, as I often did when we went out to restaurants. “Come on, mom. No one is looking. It will be quick,” I tried to convince her with.
“Not tonight, Liam,” she whispered. “And trust me, you won’t like this. Too much gin for you.” I saw Christian smirking from across the table, eavesdropping in on our conversation. It took every ounce of control in my body to not feel the need to stick my tongue out at him, but that would reek of immaturity. So, I just let it go and gave up on the whole thing altogether, maintaining the chip on my shoulder, realizing I was taking the high road on this one.
Tonight, I was considering coming out to my parents with the Delgados present. But I was too chicken shit to do it. Tomorrow evening, when we went out, would definitely be the time and place. I swore it.
After dinner, we all headed back home. As we all entered the beach house, we took off our coats, shoes, and then reconvened together in the living room, once everyone got situated.
“Should we exchange our Secret Santa gifts now?” Eva Delgado suggested.
“Sure. We need to do it at some point tonight. Now seems like a good time,” my mother said before nodding to my sister and me. “Go ahead and grab your Secret Santa gifts. And Liam, can you grab mine and your father’s? They are sitting on the bed in our room,” she requested.
Like small mice trapped in a maze, we all scurried to every corner of the house to retrieve the gifts we had wrapped for one another. Everyone then returned to the living room together. Juan and Eva Delgado were the last to return after making drinks for themselves and my parents.
“Alright. Who wants to start?” My father asked.
Jessica and Gabriella Delgado offered their gifts up first. Jessica had given my mom a cute wine glass with the words Age and Glasses of Wine Should Never be Counted inscribed in black on it. “Aww! I absolutely love it, Jessica. How thoughtful.” My mother revealed her brightest smile to her.
Gabriella than handed me my gift as my Secret Santa this year. I tore off the wrapping paper and saw that it was some sort of phone contraption. I then read the directions on the back of it. This device helps students minimize their contact with germs. Functions as both a sanitizer and phone charger. Its UV bulbs kill 99.99% of all bacteria and accommodates many types of smartphones. How cute, I thought to myself. “Thanks Gabby. I love it!” I sounded more enthusiastic about it than I had truly felt. But that’s what one often does when receiving gifts from others, right? Putting on your jolliest personality, grinning from ear to ear, and illustrating your bright ivory teeth (assuming you have nice white teeth). Christian sure as hell had a glimmering smile, often displaying them for all to see. There would be thirty minutes every night where I had to listen to him mumble with the sodium-fluoride strips stuck to his gums. It’s like he couldn’t help but make it known that he cosmetically self-cared for himself all the time. Wouldn’t a normal person just be quiet and try not to draw attention to the ridiculous speech impediment they had with their mouth full? Whatever.
And the gifts continued to get passed around. I purposefully waited until I was the last Secret Santa left. Due to process of elimination, everyone knew that I was Christian’s Secret Santa without me even having to say so. I leaned across the coffee table to hand his wrapped present to him. “Merry Christmas, Christian,” I added with a fake warm smile. He sat back down on the sofa and began to tear off the paper. I scrutinized his face, trying to get a read on his reaction when he first realized what the gift was.
The second he opened it, I saw his face light up. “A shake weight, with soccer balls on the ends of it?” I was not sure if this question was rhetorical or if he expected a response out of me or anyone else for that matter.
I decided to oblige him. “Yeah. You can work out with it and it’s cool that it’s customized with the soccer balls on the ends. Do you like it?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Liam. I appreciate it,” he replied.
But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see him in action with it, so I pressed him on in front of everyone so he wouldn’t have much of a choice. “Try it out!” I eagerly stated.
Christian then tore off the tag and started using the shake weight. His right hand grasped it tightly and he shook it up and down as if he was giving a hand job to someone. The added effect of the two balls attached to each end was the cherry on top! I was dying on the inside right now, with how stupid he looked, still playing with it. Did he know how sexually awkward this seemed right now in front of our parents and siblings? I assumed he didn’t, but I wouldn’t be the one to tell him. I enjoyed this too much and would continue to do so every time I would see him with it in the future. That’s if he actually did ever use it again.
For the remainder of the night, our parents forced all of us to sit in the living room with them to watch a few Christmas movies before bed. I tried to sneak my laptop back out, but my mother wasn’t having any of it. “Absolutely not, Liam. Put it away. This is family time now.” I let out a heavy grunt to let her know how vexed I was with the fact that she prevented me from working on school stuff. However, I didn’t want to make a scene in front of the Delgados and talk back to her, so I pushed the laptop to the side and listened to my mother like an obedient and behaved son should.
It was another year of the animated Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer I was forced to sit through. I felt like gouging my eyes out more and more as every minute passed through the movie. I was getting too old for this stuff. Hell, all of us were. I’m surprised my sister, nor the Delgado girls ever made a fuss about it as much as I did. I knew for a fact, Christian would never think to make his thoughts known about it. Grin and bear it, while looking like a pretty boy, was his mantra in life.
Finally, the show had ended after what seemed like hours and hours on end. “Alright. I’m getting tired. How about you all?” Juan Delgado stated.
My father let out a loud yawn. “Yeah. It’s been a long day. I think I’m going to retire tonight.”
This was everyone’s cue to get ready to go to bed. Alyssa, Gabriella, and Jessica slept in one of the two guest bedrooms. My parents and the Delgados alternated every trip with who would get the master bedroom and the other guest bedroom. This year, it was Eva and Juan Delgado’s turn to claim the master suite.
That left Christian and me without a room for ourselves. As a result of this, we both had to sleep side by side on the pull-out sofa-bed in the living room. Our mothers were caring and kind enough to take the cushions off the sofa and set up the bed, finely laying out the sheets and pillows to make it as comfortable as possible for the two of us.
This was one thing that Christian and I kept to ourselves. It was a secret between us that we would not dare share with our peers at school and the rest of the world. We knew the many assholes at school who would make homophobic remarks to us if word got out about us sleeping in the same bed on our family vacations. Maybe we were both just being extra cautious and perhaps some people wouldn’t care all that much. Still, it was a chance neither one of us were willing to take. So, we kept our mouths shut about the whole sleeping arrangement situation.
Everyone was already in their rooms winding down for the night. I stood in the dark hallway, leaning against the wall, waiting for Christian to emerge from the bathroom, so I could use it, before bed. I tapped my fist against the door frame, patiently waiting for him to be done. Two minutes later the door finally opened and he came out. When he glanced up and saw me standing right in front of him, he jumped, seeming startled. “Damn, Liam. You scared the shit out of me!”
I apologized. “Sorry. Just needed to use the bathroom.” My eyes drifted to inspect his body up and down. He was in a white tank-top and blue boxer-briefs. My vision locked in on the bulge that was now visible through his skimpy underwear. It did not leave much to the imagination. Although I despised Christian, I was able to admit that he was a hot and sexy jock. He was eye-candy for everyone. I couldn’t deny how great and in-shape his body was with those toned muscles and thick quads I would expect from a pro soccer and lacrosse player. My attention drifted right back up to his face, hoping I was subtle enough with my stares so that he didn’t take notice to me checking him out.
He then passed by me in the hall heading down the thin corridor back towards the living room. As I entered the bathroom, I found myself peeping my head back out into the hallway ever so slightly, to check out what he was working with in the back. His ass was plump, tight, and bubbly. I could sense my hard-on growing with this revealing image of Christian I just received. I was going through an internal conflict right now. Part of me wanting to accept my gay teenage hormones running amuck and embrace my attraction to a sexy, smoldering man. The other part of me was ashamed that it was, of all people, Christian Delgado, that I was physically and sexually drawn to. In the end, I just accepted that he was a hot guy and there was no point in losing sleep over it. No big deal.
After I used the restroom, stripped down to my gray boxer-briefs and red graphic t-shirt, and then moisturized my face for the night, I returned to the living room to see that Christian was already tucked in the sofa bed, buried beneath the blankets and the comforter with his back towards me. I then got into the bed, and laid with my back towards him, as well. I was still slightly horned up from seeing him half naked in the hallway just moments ago. It didn’t help that when I slept next to him, that his body was like a furnace, giving off massive amounts of heat, all trapped underneath the sheets with us. The worst part about this was that it was the end of December and we were by the beach in Delaware, so the atmosphere around us was fairly chilly. As much as I wanted to spoon him right now and just soak in his warmth, I knew that would be a terrible idea.
As these ideas permeated through my mind, I became annoyed with myself. I was letting my cock leap before my brain. This was Christian Delgado that I was having these thoughts about.
Come on, Liam. Get your shit together, I thought to myself. But after a few minutes of laying in bed, unable to fall asleep, what I next felt just completely shattered my confidence in being able to have control in not having dirty and naughty thoughts about Christian. His foot grazed across my calf muscle and then rested against it. I lifted my head up and peeked over my shoulder to see that he was sound asleep. Instead of moving my leg out of the way, to avoid his touch, I found myself just letting it remain there. The ever so slight touch of his smooth skin against mine sent electric chills from the surface of my calf up through my spine to be dispersed to the rest of my body. The blood rushed to my dick, and now I had a major boner. Fuck, Christian was toying with me and he wasn’t even aware of it. However, I continued to give into it and still allowed my thoughts to run wild, feeling his contact with me.
I fell asleep that night with my first sex dream ever, involving Christian Delgado. And dare I say, that I actually reveled in the idea?
I woke up early the following morning. I was surprised to still find that Christian’s foot was still resting against my leg. But I instantly realized it was the front of his foot now pressed into me, instead of the bottom sole, like it was over night. I slowly turned around in the bed, but kept my eyes closed, pretending I was just adjusting myself in mid-sleep. When I was now fully turned around, facing him, I peeked my eyes lightly open to find that Christian was facing me too. His thick, jet, black hair was all out of sorts against his pillow. Even his bed head looked super sexy. I rolled my eyes at the sight of this. Only Christian Delgado…
But I was careless. As I rolled my eyes, I left them wide open. And when I did, I saw Christian’s eyes open too, just blankly staring at me, now that he was awake. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. He made the first move in pulling his foot off of me, and I then spun around abruptly to have my back face him again.
Totally fucking awkward.
I could hear a door shut in the distance and footsteps coming down the hall becoming louder. Christian and I both peered over the sofa to see that Mrs. Delgado was in the kitchen putting on a pot of coffee. She caught the two of us staring at her. “Good morning boys. Did you both sleep well?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I slept pretty well.”
Christian echoed me. “Same.”
“Great! Well, now that you both are up, why don’t you get changed? It would be nice if you both went out to get everyone breakfast and even ran a few grocery errands, if you wouldn’t mind? Everyone would appreciate it,” Eva suggested.
Of course, I could not say no to my mother’s best friend. That would be completely unacceptable, and my mother and father would scold me to no end if they found out I was rude to Mr. or Mrs. Delgado. So, I tilted my head to Christian to let him do the talking to his mother. “Sure, mom. Sounds good.”
“Okay,” Mrs. Delgado said as she leaned over the kitchen island and into her purse to pull out some cash. She then walked over to Christian’s side of the sofa bed. “Here is one-hundred dollars. That should be more than enough. Just get a mixed variety of two dozen donuts from Dunkin’. I already have coffee being made, so if you wouldn’t mind running to the grocery store and grabbing some creamer, Splenda, and skim milk, that would be nice too.”
“Yeah. Yeah. We’re on it, mom.” Christian then got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get himself changed and ready. Once he came out, I followed in after him, just tossing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.
When I came back into the kitchen, Christian already had his mother’s car keys dangling in his hands. “And feel free to get anything extra you both want with the spare change. You boys are too sweet.” Eva kissed Christian on the cheek and then pressed her lips to my forehead as she passed right by us heading back into her bedroom.
Christian simply shrugged at me. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Let’s get going,” I said.
We then hurried out the door and got into the Delgados’ van to escape the cold air. Christian started the car engine swiftly, cranked the heat up and turned on the heat-seaters for the two of us. We sat in the car for a minute, waiting for everything to warm up.
He backed out of the driveway and we were now on the road. We sat in silence for the first few minutes. I just stared at my phone checking out a few social media posts. Christian finally broke the ice. “Seems like forever since we last talked. How are your classes going?”
Little did Christian know that there was a reason that it had been forever since we got to talk one-on-one with each other. It was because I hated small and idle chit-chat with him. It would turn into the same conversation as it always did with me bragging about my grades, while he also boasted not only about his grades but also at how well he was doing in sports and how busy he was with SGA. It made it seem like he was trying to one up me, by inferring that oh, not only are my grades amazing, like yours, but I also have sports and student-government on my back, while you don’t. Insert tongue sticking out emoji.
Yet here we were, and I knew exactly what was coming down the pike. I continued to play into my destined role. “Classes are going well. AP Lit and Bio are becoming a pain in the ass. But otherwise, I’m on track to have a 4.0 GPA again this semester. How about you?”
“Pretty much the same. Even with AP Psych, Geography, and Environmental Science, I’m managing it all. Will probably end up with a B in AP Human Geography, but that’s okay. I’m sure if I didn’t have soccer and lacrosse practice year-round and my commitment to SGA, I would have a little more time to study to bring that grade up. You know?” He elbowed me in the side playfully as he stated this.
“Yup. I know…” I said with a little more sardonicism than I had intended to. As much as I wanted to inform Christian that he sounded like a douchebag with using his extracurricular activities as excuses for the reason why he didn’t have straight A’s this semester, I knew better than to do that. I would just simply brush it off, like dirt on my shoulders, as I always have. Although some self-awareness would do wonders for Mr. Perfect over here.
Once we got to Dunkin’ Donuts, he stepped out of the car. He leaned into it with the door open, glancing at me. “Do you want anything besides the donuts?” He asked.
“Sure. A large flavored iced coffee would be nice. One cream and one sugar,” I replied.
“Whatever Christmas themed one they have this time of year. Surprise me,” I requested.
“Aight. Sounds good.” He closed the door behind him and went in. Christian was nice enough to at least keep the van running so that the heat would remain on. Actually, now that I’ve come to think about it, this is the nicest thing he has ever done for me in our entire lives, with offering to get me coffee and making sure I stayed warm in the car.
I could get used to this side of Christian Delgado. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf? Or perhaps that college maturity was starting to kick -in? I doubted any of these were the case. But only time would tell.
He returned with the two boxes of donuts and placed them in the back seat. As he jumped back into his driver’s side seat, he handed off my iced coffee to me. “Mmmm. Tastes like gingerbread,” I moaned as I took the first sip. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he stated.
Then we stopped off at the nearest gas station convenient store. We both agreed it would be too much to go all the way into a grocery store in search of creamer, Splenda, and skim milk, when we both knew that the nearby Wawa had all three of these.
This time, I was the one who would be nice and offer to run in to pick up the items, before he could even open his door. “Here. I’ll go in this time since you went into Dunkin’.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” Christian said with sincerity.
“Nah. It’s all good. Just need the cash.” I held my hand out to him as I said this, and he placed two twenty-dollar bills in my palm. “Be back in a jiffy,” I announced with enthusiasm, before hopping out of the van to get the coffee paraphernalia.
I returned within five minutes. “Burr. It’s fucking cold as hell out there!” I exclaimed, as I shivered with the chilliness still running up and down my body. I tilted my head over to Christian who just sat there staring at me bizarrely. I wondered why he was still in park. I then realized he was daydreaming. “Yo! Earth to Christian!? You good?”
He shook his head and reached for the gear shift to switch it into drive. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m good.” We then headed straight back to the beach house.
By the time we arrived, everyone was already awake and getting their showers for the day. That was the one downfall about this house. There were only two bathrooms. And when you have a party of nine, like we had, the last person would have to be the one to wait nearly an hour for their turn to get into the bathroom.
For today, we would all end up separating into two groups. One group would choose to lounge around the house all day, which tended to be our dads, while the other group, which always turned out to be our mothers and all of us teenagers, would go shopping at the Outlets for clothing and Christmas presents. Not only were the clothes and designer purses our mothers often shopped for discounted, but this was Delaware, so there was no sales tax. Our mothers tended to binge and usually ended up with three new purses each, when all was said and done. Michael Kors, Tory Burch, Coach, Vera Bradley, Kate Spade, etc. Most of these stores still had their Black Friday and Holiday sales still going on around this time.
Christian resorted to shopping at the Under Armour Outlet, the Nike Factory Store, Adidas, and the North Face. Meanwhile, I preferred my clothes from some of the preppy stores and places where the men’s clothing fit snuggly on you, including Abercrombie, Express, Guess, and Calvin Klein.
I was a bit of a clothing snob, so you would not ever catch me in an Aeropostale, American Eagle, or a Hollister. Hell, I even thought I was pushing my luck with shopping at Abercrombie too. I just felt that I was getting a little too old for those stores now.
Christian must have been in high-spirits today, because he nudged me in the side, to tease me. “You still fit into extra small? Why not try Baby Gap?” He laughed at his own joke as he said it.
I came back at him relentlessly and poked my index finger at his stomach, surprised to feel the resistance from his hardened abs. “You’re one to talk about weight. I see you’re pudging out a bit more. I think Lane Bryant might have some options for you?” Christian was far from overweight. He had the perfect six-pack, but I still found it necessary to bring out the humility in him.
He cracked up at my witty comeback. “Touché, Perkins. Touché.”
After a long day filled with hours of shopping in the morning and most of the afternoon, we drove back to the beach house to freshen up for dinner. Tonight, would be my official coming out moment to my parents. I had a giddy feeling about the whole thing and yet mixed nerves were also prevalent. While most of us were all waiting on a few others to get ready, I stepped outback and decided to call Sophie.
“Hey Liam. How’s vacay?”
“It’s going okay. Just got back from shopping. About to head into Fenwick towards Ocean City for dinner. We’re all going to Harpoon Hanna’s,” I explained. This was another Delgado and Perkins tradition on our Christmas weekend vacation. Every Saturday night we were down here, we always made reservations for Harpoon Hanna’s for dinner. Not that it really mattered to even make a reservation during the off beach-season. It was never fully packed, but my mother always wanted to reserve a table for the large party of the nine of us, just in case. It put her mind at ease by doing so.
“Nice. How is Christian?” Sophie asked.
I turned around to make sure no one was outside or had their ears pressed to the glass door to listen in on my conversation before I spoke. “He’s okay. A little more talkative than usual. He is even joking around with me, which is a bit bizarre.”
Sophie snickered at my remark. “Awww. He’s just being friendly, Liam. Give the poor guy a break.”
I gave a heavy eye roll and Sophie, who knew me all too well, was probably picturing me rolling my eyes at this comment she just made. “Anyway, enough about Christian. Tonight is supposed to be about me!” I declared.
“Oh! So, you’re actually going to go through with it at dinner?”
“Yeah.” I replied. “That’s the plan. I figured even if my mom or dad wanted to show some angst about me coming out, though I doubt they will, they would have to refrain from doing so in front of the Delgados. Make sense?”
“Yeah. But again, Liam, I honestly think your parents will be just fine with you coming out no matter where the setting may be. Just speak your truth and they will admire you all the more for it. But I’m here for you if you want to talk about it later on. I expect to get a phone call this evening with all of the details.”
“Of course! I intend to…” I began with, before I heard a knock at the glass door. It was my father motioning for me to come inside. “Sorry. Gotta run, Sophie. We’re heading out now. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck, Liam. Although I don’t think you’ll be needing any of it. Just remember to stay calm and be true to yourself. It’s as simple as that. Later…”
“Byeeeee,” I replied back to her before hanging my phone up and walking back inside. Each of us got into our vehicles and left for dinner. I was fidgeting with my fingers the entire car ride to the restaurant.
My mom, aware of practically everything around her, like she had eyes in the back of her head, could sense something was troubling me. “Everything alright, Liam? You seem a little tense, hon.”
I shook my head and tried to diffuse her suspicion by smiling. “Yeah. Everything’s okay, mom. Just thinking about the next section of my AP Bio report,” I lied. “You know how I get when I have an idea stuck in my head. Just can’t get rid of it until I actually follow through with the idea.”
She reached behind the passenger seat to softly place her hand over top of my knee, cupping it. “I know, honey. Your father is the same way. There are some nights when he has to get out of bed in the middle of the night because he wants to update his work reports and presentations.” My dad watched me through his rear-view mirror as my mom said this. He nodded, signifying that he was in agreement with everything she had said.
She then removed her hand and returned to facing forward at the road. I did my best for the remainder of our car ride to not seem trepid and draw any more attention to myself. Much to my relief, we eventually arrived at the seafood restaurant without my parents throwing anymore questions my way.
As we stepped out of the SUV and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant, I was finally able to get a complete visual of Christian. He was in a light blue dress shirt and tight gray pants, which made his muscular quads and butt stick out. A matching tie complemented his outfit. I had a quizzical expression on my face at his formal appearance. He was way overly dressed for the occasion compared to the rest of us. I had no clue as to why though. Maybe his maturity was actually starting to shine through? I must say, I was pleasantly surprised by Christian Delgado this entire trip thus far. He was much more tolerable to be around compared to usual. So, I decided to not dwell on the thought any longer.
Now that we all were together, we proceeded into the restaurant, where the hostess grabbed our menus and led us to our table straight away. Our seats were right in front of the central fireplace, which was perfect for having just come out of the wintery weather.
Everything that happened here on out until I would come out to my parents was a complete blur. The appetizers we had, and bottles of wine our parents ordered. I couldn’t even remember what my main entrée was that I had selected and told the waitress. Now, I had one final decision to make. Should I wait until everyone was done dinner in order to make my announcement, or should I jump the gun and do it when everyone’s plates had arrived? I decided it was better to do it sooner rather than later. Otherwise, the longer I waited, the greater the chance of me having to second-guess myself and to reschedule my coming out date. Better to just rip off the Band-Aid now in one clean sweep, I thought.
Every second leading up to when the food arrived was mental torture for me. It was complete and utter anguish. My breathing rate had picked up the pace. My heartbeat felt like it was going a mile a minute. My mind was just empty, not full of any sort of thought in this very exact moment, which I knew was not humanly possible, but that’s how it felt.
I came out of my trance and was fully aware of my surroundings once the waitress came out with all of our food. She brought out another waiter and waitress to help her distribute our nine meals and side dishes. Once everyone had their dinner plates before them, I knew now was the moment. It was my time to shine. The funk I was in had completely subsided, and now I was fervent in knowing I would be finally coming out of the closet to my parents…after all these years.
I wiped my napkin across my face to make sure I looked my best when speaking directly to everyone. I let out a slight cough in my fist and opened my mouth, but was suddenly interrupted, before I could even speak. Christian was eager to say something to our group. “Hey, everyone. I have an announcement to make…” he began with.
Ugh! Leave it to Christian to ruin my moment. I rolled my eyes wondering what he had to say that was so important. Did he get accepted into his top-choice college? Did he earn some sort of sports scholarship? I patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise, before I would announce my own, which would be much more important than whatever it was he had to say.
He continued. “Mom…Dad…I’m gay!” I instantly spit out the shrimp that was in my mouth and onto my plate. Did I just hear him correctly? Was I dreaming? Did Christian just tell everyone that he was gay? Did he seriously fucking steal my coming out moment!?
What the actual fuck!?
His parents sat silent for a moment just taking it all in. But I was furious! This was supposed to be my night come out. Christian took that away from me, just like he continued to do with everything else. There was no way I would let him get away with this. I was not thinking clearly in the moment, but I decided to blurt it all out in the open as well, here and now. I did it so quickly and as matter of factly as possible. “Mom…Dad…I’m gay too!”
My parents then stared blankly at each other as well. It was a whirlwind of confusion at our dinner table. But, while everyone else was looking around at one another trying to see everyone’s reactions, Christian and I just kept staring at each other non-stop. His look was more of a sad puppy-dog glance in my direction, while mine was a fuming glare at him.
I was beyond pissed! Everyone may have loved and adored Christian Delgado but I could not stand him! He just continued to pull the rug out from under me and take everything from me. He may have been a gift to everyone else in this world, but he was a fucking thorn in my side. He was the gift that just kept on taking!