It's been one long, tiring, cumbersome week since I've moved in to my apartment. I have to admit, the experience of being on my own is quite exhilarating. Some examples of why are: I unclogged the pipe for the kitchen's faucet, I basically put together the toilet in my bathroom, I set up a small 12-inch television that has only local channels, and I patched up every hole in the drywall throughout the apartment. I'm very proud of how handy I've become. You have to learn at some point, I guess.
Also, during the week I was able to apply to a few places for a job. I realized after all the money I spent fixing up the place to make it somewhat homey, I need more because all the times as I grew up and my dads would say, "Niall, you need to value what you have because money doesn't grow on trees," finally made more sense to me. Well, I can't really value what I have because there is nothing worth valuing, but I will definitely need money for next month's rent and bills. I can't believe I am sounding more and more like an adult. Finally, I wish I moved out of my dads' house sooner.
Now that I'm thinking of my dads, I checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls from them or texts to call them. I had been postponing the call for as long as possible, but I did send a quick text saying I reached Arcade and have settled in my apartment. After all, they are my dads and I do love and appreciate them more than I will ever admit. As if it were on cue, my phone started to ring and Forever Young by Rod Stewart started to sound, alerting that one of my dads was calling.
"Hey dad." I answered, expecting there to be shocked noises on the other side, but I heard none.
"Niall, I feel like it's been ages since I've talked to my only son and child!" My dad said way too dramatically. I was proud of him when he finally got a job as the Performing Arts Director at one of the local high schools back home.
"No, I'm pretty sure it's only been a week." I replied, not nearly as enthused as he was. When will my sensible dad be put on the line?
"Well, it's a blessing to hear your voice finally. How have you been? Is everything okay? Are you adjusting alright? Have you made any friends?"
"Whoa, slow down, dad. This isn't school. Everything couldn't be better. I'm enjoying my time here and I have met a couple of people. I've also applied for some jobs."
"That's wonderful! I'm so proud of you! You've grown up into a fine young man. Pretty soon you'll come home to visit with a marvelous girl or boy- we have always been supportive of your sexuality whether you're bisexual or not- and I am sure I will be struggling to hold back the tears."
"Dad, please don't get ahead of yourself. It's only been a week and I told you a million times that I am heterosexual."
"Okay, okay, I know you like girls and I have no problem with that and your dad agrees. We just want you to know that if you find yourself questioning or leaning the opposite way, we're here for you and will be there."
"I know that, dad. You know I have always been tolerable and supportive."
"Yes, and we did a fine job raising you. I'll say bye now and stop troubling you. Your dad would also like to speak with you. Bye Niall, love you and miss you."
"Alright, I love and miss you, too."
Somehow, my sexuality was always brought up with him and it drove me insane. I understand my parents are both homosexual males and only one of them- the one I will be speaking to next- is my biological father. It's complicated and some get confused when I say, "dad," because I could be referring to either one. After about eighteen years, you're used to it. I just haven't gotten used to my dad's want of me to be a gay rights activist or wish of me to be gay or bi.
"Niall, how are you son?" My dad finally spoke through the phone. His deep, rugged voice sounded slightly fuzzy but just audible enough for me to smile.
I was always closer to him, maybe because he is my biological father and he didn't push gay rights on me as much. I was raised to accept love for what it is; not what it is supposed to be. As long as I understood that, he didn't bother me anymore.
"Hey dad, sorry it's been a while and I didn't call."
"Ah, don't worry 'bout it. I won't hassle you like your dad already did. How is the place? Are you liking it there? You could always come back, if you wanted to. Your room will always be there for you." Of course, he doesn't know how to let go like my other dad. Actually, he may be a tad worse.
"I am enjoying my time here. The place is as good as it will be." I refuse to mention my list of problems I had. They'd be driving over or forcing me back the very instant the words leave my mouth.
"Good, and you've made friends, right?" Yes, the concern is still there. It can be soothing at times, but annoying most of the time.
Ever since middle school, my dads have been pestering about having friends because after a certain incident, it became hard me for me to keep or want friendships. By the time I was in high school, I was better but I still had a couple problems here and there. Right now, I don't want to be reminded of the memories as to why.
"I've met a couple of people. I applied to a few places for a job, so I'll definitely make a friend or two there. It's only been a week, dad. I'm not going to meet the entire population of Arcade yet and be acquainted with all of them."
"I know, Niall. I just don't want you to be some introverted guy stuck in his apartment all day with no friends, and therefore have no life. I still haven't forgotten middle school and how hard it was for you after-"
"Yes, thank you for your concern. I'll be fine." I quickly cut off my dad feeling irritated at where our conversation went. If anyone hasn't let it go, it's my dads which is totally understandable given what had happened in middle school.
"Alright then, I guess I should let you get back to whatever you were doing before. I'll talk to you soon, Niall. I love you."
"I love you, too, dad."
With one last goodbye, the line went dead and I put my phone back into my pocket. It was assuring talking to my dads, but it only had me see even clearer why I left Gaylord. I was sick of my dads worrying about me and always asking me questions as if they never asked them before. I understand how your parents love you unconditionally and care so much about you, but it can be suffocating when they don't give you a chance to breathe every now and then. At least I don't have to worry about them for a while until they call back.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized to the guy I bumped into in the hall. Paying attention to where you are going doesn't only apply to driving.
"I'm fine. I can be clumsy at times and don't look where I'm going, too." The guy assured. He still looks pissed off, though.
"Hey, you're the new guy, right?" He asked after a moment of what looked liked him glaring at me as if he was mentally trying to vex me.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Cool, where are you from?"
"Oregon," If he thinks it's cool to not be from here, he'd think it's lame to be from Gaylord. I can imagine the teasing remarks he would make.
"Doesn't it rain a lot?"
"Just last year we had about fifty-four inches of rain." I shrugged. If you compare to here it's a lot, but I'm used to the rain and overcast days.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Philly. I'll be your neighbor for however long."
I sorta expected him to casually offer to hang out sometime or at least leave with a comforting goodbye of talking or seeing each other again. He seemed friendly for a moment until he just waved and walked to his apartment. I brushed it off and continued walking to the stairs so I can leave and go out for a while. As soon as I reached the last step, I noticed Emily leaning against the desk with an unlit cigarette resting between her lips as she furiously tapped at the screen of her phone. I tried my best to quietly walk out unnoticed, but it didn't work. She noticed me staring at her as I neared the exit.
"Why do you stare at me every damn time?" She asked, but not as coldly as I expected. Her cigarette was now held between her fingers as she waited for my reply. There's no lying out of this one.
"I don't know?" I truthfully answered, still trying to come up with a reason in my head.
"You're the new guy." She said. I feel like I'm back in elementary school where everyone makes a big deal about the new student.
"That's a shame. You're an idiot for coming out to this deadbeat hellhole." I started to believe she had sympathy for me, but she really did sound rude like Jerry and Dick said.
"Well, it's better than being back home." I shrugged. She stared at me for a minute and I assumed she was getting ready to spew fire at me for responding.
"You must've lived somewhere really shitty. Whatever," She waved me off and placed the cigarette back between her lips.
"Why don't you just go outside and smoke?" I asked out loud. She took her cigarette out of her mouth again.
"Why are you leaving? Everything we do in life is a decision we make from choices. Smoking and slowly killing myself from doing it is my choice, and believe it or not, I sometimes choose not to. I like the feeling of the cigarette there and when I'm ready to smoke, I only have to light it."
I didn't think she would reply, but afterwards she put the cigarette back in her mouth and went up the stairs. I can't wrap my head around the civil conversation we had, even though her side was a little dry and mine was simple. She doesn't like people. She's mean. If you tap one of her buttons, she explodes like dynamite. I guess the way she acted was similar to how she was with Dick. I'll give it a rest. I told myself I would stay away despite how intriguing she is. After all, there's my dads I have to worry about and getting a job. Right now, I need to focus on buying cleaning supplies so I can crazily sanitize my apartment finally. I've already killed a few spiders and a roach.
So, I'm trying to build up the story here and gave you a slight background of Niall. Yes, his parents are homosexual males... in laymen terms, his parents are a gay couple. I just want to put out a disclaimer that I am not against homosexuals, bisexuals, or transsexuals. This story will contain a couple of heated topics; i.e. smoking is huge in this. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just stop reading.
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