Opposites

What would the world be like if Gay was right, and straight was wrong? This story follows the lives of a group of friends.

Just as a heads up, I am writing this on a google.docs with my best friend, Emily M. (last name hidden for safety) and you can find her on Tumblr at @artzypaw. We are writing this story together.

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38. Anthony

Bear just left, but earlier it was… hot. At least the five minutes it lasted. He had me pinned to my door and I couldn’t help be feel vulnerable to his touch. I love it when he does that.

My dad was downstairs by our fireplace drinking eggnog, reading the daily news like always. I walk downstairs to talk to him.

“Dad?”

“Yes, son?” He chimes, raising his glass and motions me to come forward. Rob looks up from his paper and smiles, “What’s up?”

“The sky…” I say sheepishly. He giggles a bit and returns to his paper. “I was wondering if… Faith is my real sister.” I ask shyly.

Without hesitation he replies with “Yes.” My heart stops beating for a second. “We weren't meant to tell you two until you were a bit older. You see, Faith's ‘birth’ father, Jakob, was my husband. We got divorced and he married another man who is like, half my age. I married your father, Jóse, and I, we, have raised you together. Do you remember that day?” He smiles at me.

“Yeah, it was only three and a half years ago. Why didn’t you tell us? I mean Fae and me.”

“Because, frankly, I hate her step father and didn't want to see you two together. He freaks me out. Psst. Don't tell anyone, but yesterday at the golf club, I saw him and Bambi, Faith’s older sister, together. Holding hands. So, I think he might be… straight.” He says in a harsh whisper.    

“Oh… Well, good for them.” I say, a smile growing on my face.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it incest?”

“No! Bambi’s original father is Jakob! You just said so.”

He gives a nervous laugh. “Right.”

“Are you against straight people?”

“Umm… It depends.”

“Dad.” I hold the ‘a’ longer in complaint.

“I’m sorry! It’s just weird to me.”

“My friend is straight…”

He squeals, “Who is it? Is it that girl named Nicole?”

“Are you a heterophobic person?” I wail, “And no! She’s not straight.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Ugh, I’m calling Bear, he’s probably dying because of his mother right now and I’m too busy talking with my heterophobic dad!”

I storm out of the room and hear my dad call, “You said ‘heterophobic’ twice!”

“It makes me sound smart!” I yell back and slam my door shut.
 

 

 

 

    The phone rings only once. Bear always picks up the phone for me almost as soon as I dial his number. He normally leaves it on speaker so I can hear what’s going on. I do the same. We have eachother’s back.

    “Where were you?” I hear his mother cry.“I was worried about you.”

    “That’s new, you’re never worried about me. When I was a kid, you left bleach open near me. I could have drank it!” Bear says.

“Well I saw on the news that a boy had been killed and he looked like you and I was scared that I lost you.” She whispers, emotion filling her voice.

“You were at work, how did you know I wasn’t at home anyways?” He says. I can hear he’s trying to stay calm. I wish I was there.

“So like I was saying, I was worried! Why weren’t you home tonight. It was the only night in such a long time that I was released early!”

“You never told me.” He responds.

“I…”

“How was I supposed to know if you were too busy to tell me in the first place, mom.” I cover my mouth.

“Where were you? Tonight?”

“Where I always go.” I hear his mom ‘hmph’.

“Bem Carter, answer me, where were you last night.” Oh no…

“Anton’s.”

“WHY WERE YOU AT THE ASHFORD’S HOUSE?”

“You told me that I could always go to their house when you’re out past midnight!”

“YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME.”

“Same goes to you!” There was silence. I pray that my father doesn’t come in.

“You are not allowed to see that boy and his family anymore.”

“What? That’s insane!”

“I FORBID IT!”

“No. I hate you.” He mutters.

“What was that?” She asks.

“Nothing.” He says. “I should start my homework. Go back to work, because that’s obviously where you want to be.” And I hear doors slam and insults being thrown back from his mother.

GET BACK HERE, BEM CARTER!” I hear her scream through the door. He hangs up on me.

    “Bem-Bem?” I call into the phone. I put the device drown, but then hastily recall him.

Rings once…

Rings twice…

Rings once more before going into voicemail and I listen to a beep echo throughout my room. Sighing, I continue with my life.

 
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