Love At First Sight - Brittany Richards (i love reading books .TXT) 📗

And me, standing at the stove, making bacon, wearing only my black and rainbow striped boxers. The black and rainbow striped boxers are a long story. To shorten it down, they were a gag gift from a friend.
"Mmmmm, smells good," said Drew, "Bacon!" Suddenly the Bacon Strips commercial ran through my head. 'Bacon, got to get some bacon. Bacon, bacon, bacon!' I giggled a little. "What?" Drew asked.
I shook my head, "Nothing." I pushed the bacon around in the pan and placed the strips on a plate. Walking over to the table I placed them down and walked back over to the cabinets to pull out a couple of bowls and a box of cereal. "There we go!" I said as I placed the items onto the table and took a seat. Fuck! Of course I had to take the seat that was broken and every time you shifted it wobbled, and then you feel like you’re going to fall. Just my luck! I wasn't going to changes seats though, and look like an idiot.
As we ate, we planned out our day, for tomorrow would be the day my parents would come home. We agreed to just stay home, watch some movies, and probably end up ordering Chinese or something of that sort. That is exactly what we did.
~Chapter 7~

After breakfast, I decided that we should take a walk. I needed the fresh air. I put on a pair on black skinny jeans and a black, Falling In Reverse, which is one of my favorite bands, t-shirt on. Drew threw on his old clothing. I would have gladly offered him some of my clothes, but they probably wouldn’t have fit him. I told him that we would stop by his house then to pick up some clean clothes.
It was a warm, sunny day. I ran my hands through my hair and brushed my bangs back in front of my eyes. I kind of envy Drew because of the. No matter what he does his hair always seems to fall perfectly. I wish I had hair like that.
I took a hold of his hand as we walked. I kind of came to the conclusion of, fuck whatever everyone else thinks!, idea. I laughed in the inside at the thought of this. We continued walking towards Drew's house.
Drew's house was a small, one story, average town house. It wasn't anything real special to say at the least. The darker brown exterior matched well with the black shutters and door. The lawn looked well taken care of. If I recall, Drew once told me something about how his mother loved to garden. Even if you were not told such things, you still could guess it just by looking at the house. A small tree was planted out front and flowers lined the house. A smooth, gray, stone pathway guided us to the front door. T stepped aside as Drew walked us to the door and knocked a couple of times. We waited a moment and the door opened. There, in the doorway, stood a short young woman which I would guess would be in her early to mid thirties. Her bleach blonde hair only fell to her shoulders. I guessed that it was dyed blonde for you could clearly see the brown roots of her hair. The woman wore a blue blouse and black suit pants. It was as though she was going to work.
I took this as Drew's mother.
Just then another girl, this one younger, stepped from behind into view. This must if been Drew's sister. Her black hair fell to her hips and was streaked with pink. Her clothes were as colorful as a rainbow you could say. She wore a neon green and white striped shirt. To my opinion, her shirt showed way too much. Her bright turquoise pants stood out too. I'll tell you, if she ever got lost in a crowd, it would be easy to find her. The girl also wore heavy makeup. At the looks of her she would be considered your average scene girl.
"Mom," Drew said looking over to her and then over to his sister, Sarah, "Sis, this is Garrett, a good -" he hesitated for a moment, "friend of mine." I was taken by surprise. I was his boyfriend for crying out loud! He must have had his reasons though.
His mother turned to me and stuck out her hand for me to shake it. "Nice to meet you Garrett," she said as I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hillden." I replied trying to be as polite as possible.
"Please call me Susan," she insisted. Then our attention turned to Sarah.
Without looking up, Sarah gave a small wave and said, "Hey." I waved back, though it was a worthless one, for she would have never seen it, and replied with a "hey" of my own.
There was a brief silence and then Drew said," I'll just be a few minutes, I just need clean clothes." She nodded and stepped aside, letting Drew through the doorway.
"So," she said turning to me, "How long have you and Drew been friends?"
"Since eighth grade," I said shyly. She was smiling but I wasn't. I was never really good around new people.
"That’s great!" she exclaimed. "Why haven’t I heard much about you though? Usually Drew tells me about all his friends," she said with a pulled look on her face. I noticed that Sarah had disappeared.
"We haven’t really talked in awhile," I admitted. Thank God, Drew came out and saved me. He was wearing a blue, plain, t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. A small smile found its way on my face and soon we were off walking again. We had to walk at least two blocks till it was safe and we were free from his mother and sister.
"So apparently I'm not your boyfriend anymore. Apparently I'm just your friend," I laughed, joking around with him.
He threw his hands into the air and shrugged. "Sorry! My mom doesn’t know about us yet."
"Your mom doesn’t know about us or she doesn’t know you’re gay?"
"Ok she doesn’t know I'm gay. That's not something you blurt out to your mom. I don't even know how to start!"
"Tell her the truth. Say something like, 'Mom I need to talk to you. I'm gay. This is who I am and I hope you accept it.' say something like that."
"What did you tell your parents?"
I looked at him and stopped walking. I took a hold of both his hands and looked him straight into the eyes. "What I just told you to say."
He nodded and we continued to walk, hand in hand. "And it worked?" he asked me.
I nodded. I know him and I know that he would probably never do it, but you never know.

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Publication Date: 05-21-2012

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