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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 7: It’s Gonna Be Exactly Like in a Movie
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“Huh?”I knew I sounded lame, but I didn’t know what else to say. “My mother knew? And by saying “we”, who else did she mean? All of them? They all knew?”

“What do you mean, you know? You all already know?” I was glad that Chris had the voice to ask, for I swear I had lost all ability to speak.
My mother blushed, and she cast a glance at my father, who was blushing even more than she was.
“We didn’t know,” Phyllis said quietly.
Danny shook his head. “We thought at times that you two seemed a little close for just best friends, but we didn’t seriously think...” He trailed off.
“I suspected ever since that marshmallow excuse Chris came up with when I caught you with that white substance on your mouth,” mom began.
I felt my face burn up, and I didn’t dare look at Chris. Could this be any more humiliating? So she hadn’t fallen for it after all. I wanted to crawl underneath the table and die.
“Then, that night you two were alone in the house when your father and I went out to dinner with the Joneses, we caught you. We ended up missing the movie, and came back to see if you guys wanted to join us for dessert. However, when we came back, we heard you two... Um...” My mom trailed off.
“We heard you two in your room, and it was obvious you didn’t want to be disturbed. So, we just left, and told the Joneses that you two opted not to go,” my father finished.
Okay, so things had just gotten more humiliating.
“You guys didn’t like...open the door to the room or anything, did you?” Chris’ voice was barely audible. I cast a glance at him, and he looked white as a sheet. I knew we must look like a candy cane, what with his face white, and mine a bright red, which I was sure it was without having to look in a mirror.
My mother vigorously shook her head. "Oh, no! No, we knew what you were doing without having to check and make sure. Trust me.”
“So you two are not only in love with each other, but sleeping together as well?” Phyllis asked, still quietly.
“Yes.” Chris couldn’t even look at his mother when answering her. I didn’t blame him.
“I hope you boys are being safe,” Danny said next.
If it weren’t for not being the type of guy to just leave my boyfriend to fend for himself, I would have bolted right then and there. I thought we were just going to come out to our parents, and they would either accept it or they wouldn’t. I didn’t think it would be a full on press conference about our sex life!
“We were both tested prior to sleeping with each other, and we both came out clean. We don’t sleep with anyone but each other now.” Chris was still unable to look at anyone, and therefore his eyes were drawn to the table. His face had now gone to match mine in the red department.
“How long has this been going on?” Phyllis asked next, her voice having a little more volume this time.
“We started dating since the top sixteen week,” Chris answered.
I was hoping No one would ask, but of course, good ol’ mom had to ask. “When did you start sleeping together?”
I sighed. “The week Chris got eliminated.” I couldn’t look at anyone either, and chose to look at my empty plate instead.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, and it was almost as bad as if we were still talking about mine and Chris’s sex life. Almost.
“I decided to break the silence. I couldn’t take it any longer. I glanced at my parents. “So, how do you feel about this? Are you repulsed by me? Disappointed in me maybe?”
My mother smiled. She got up out of her seat, walked over to me, and hugged me. “I could never hate you. You’re my son.” She kissed the top of my head before sitting back down in her seat.
I blushed, embarrassed at her public display of affection. I supposed it was better than her screaming and shouting at me at least.
“I used to suspect that you were gay. Heck, you used to love My Little Pony. When you started having girlfriends, I figured that the ponies were just a phase. Apparently, my first instinct was right. I’ not disappointed in you though. You can’t help who you love. I’m glad you have at least fallen for a nice, respectable man.” She smiled at Chris.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Chris burst out laughing. “My Little Pony? You liked My Little Pony?”
I flushed what I was sure was the brightest shade of red yet. Okay, it had gone to the ultimate level of embarrassment. “What? Guys can’t like horses too? It’s not like I still have them. I only kept my purple unicorn because it was my favorite.”
Chris laughed for a couple seconds more, and then stopped. He turned to me. “I’m sorry. Then he turned to my parents. “I hope you don’t think I’m corrupting your son or anything. I just fell for him hard. I couldn’t have even stopped myself if I wanted to. It just sort of...happened. I didn’t even know I could fall for a guy until I met Blake.”
My mom smiled. She reached across the table and gently squeezed his hands in hers. “Don’t apologize. If my son had to fall for another man, I’m glad it was you. I know you’ll take good care of him.” She winked.
Chris grinned. “I promise I will.”
“How do you feel about all this, Dad?” I asked.
My father smiled. “I told you before you even auditioned for American Idol that I would support you in any decision you make. I stand by my word. If being with Chris in this way is what makes you happy, then I am very happy for you both. I already love Chris like a son.”
Chris smiled brightly. “And I love you like a second father.”
At the risk of making it one of those cheesy Hallmark movies, I got up, went straight to my father, and hugged him tightly. “Thanks, Dad I love you.”
He hugged me back. “I love you too.”
I hugged and thanked my mother next, and knew that I had stepped far beyond the cheesy Hallmark movie line, but I supposed one time wouldn’t hurt.
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I was so glad that Blake’s parents were so accepting of us. However, there was still the issue of my parents. I really hadn’t been worried about how Blake’s parents were going to react. After all, Blake’s parents weren’t devout Christians like mine were. No. It was mine I was worried about. They still hadn’t said much.
When Blake sat down in his seat, he took my hand underneath the table and squeezed it gently before letting it go. I knew he could sense my apprehension. I was grateful to him for that.
I sighed, and then turned my attention to my parents. With Blake by my side, I knew I could do this. “So, are you guys going to disown me?”
My father reached across the table and took my hand in his. “Of course not. Your mother and I are both a little shocked. I mean, we raised you in a Christian home. You know how we feel about homosexuality.”
I bit my bottom lip. I knew that was coming.
“But even though we don’t understand it, it doesn’t mean we won’t accept it. I truly believe that one is born gay. True, you have the ability to make choices about whether or not to act upon your feelings.” My father sighed. “But I don’t want to see my son denied the gift of love. It’s one of God’s greatest gifs. So, if Blake is whom your heart has chosen to love, then I say so be it. I’m not disappointed in you, and you haven’t failed me as a son. Blake’s a fine young man, so I’m happy for you.”
I grinned. It didn’t seem like my dad to say something so...deep, but I wasn’t going to question it. I was just grateful. “Thanks, Dad. I’m so blessed to have you as my dad.”
He smiled. “Just as I’m blessed to have you as my son.” He winked at me.
I grinned for a second longer, and then turned my attention back to my mother. “Mom? Do you feel the same way?”
She wouldn’t look at me. She was staring straight down at the table, as I had been doing earlier. “I’m certainly not going to disown you, but...” She finally looked up at me. “Are you sure you’re gay, and that this isn’t just a phase? I mean, you dated Gayle for three years.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what to cal it, Ma. All I know is that I am in love with Blake, and that it is definitely not just a phase.”
She sighed. “Well, I can’t say I am as okay with it as you father is, but I love you no less. You’re my son, and nothing you could ever do is going to change that. I’d rather it be this than having you rape or murder someone.”
Blake laughed. “I would hope so.”
My mom didn’t react, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry. Staying out of it.” He held up his hands.
I placed my hand overtop of his thigh under the table, and gently rubbed it to reassure him. I would have laughed too had the situation not been so serious.
“I think I’m going to call it an early night. I need some time alone to think,” my mom said.
I nodded. “All right.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” my father asked her.
“No. I’m just going to read, and then maybe go to sleep early.”
“All right. I’ll be up a little later then.” My father kissed her quickly, and then she headed up to their room.
“She’ll come around. Don’t worry.” My father winked at me, and gave me a reassuring smile.
I sighed. “I hope so. I hate it when she’s disappointed in me.”
“I’m sure she’s not disappointed in you, dear. It’s just a lot to throw on a mother,” Dinah said sympathetically.
My father nodded. “I know your mother better than anyone, and I can promise you she will get used to the idea. Just give her time.”
Blake took my hand in his own, and shyly kissed it. “Everything will be all right,” he said.
I nodded. I hoped it would be, but I just wasn’t sure.
B∞C

That night, the remaining five of us played cards and board games as we talked. We talked a little more about Chris and I, for our parents wanted to know what basically everyone else who had found out about us had wanted to know when first finding out. We told them who else knew. However, neither Chris nor I was going to tell our parents how our friends had found out about us. When we were asked, Chris and I simply informed our parents that they didn’t want to know. Thankfully, they took the hint.
Another topic of discussion was our futures of course. We talked about our albums and what we were hoping to accomplish both career and private life wise.
Eventually, it got late, and we all bid each other goodnight.
“Don’t worry, Chris. You can sleep in Blake’s and your room tonight. Nobody is fooled by that extra bedroom you set up,” my father said to Chris with a wink and a gentle nudge.
Chris smiled shyly, and flushed bright red again. “Thank you.”
I laughed, though now that I think about it, I should have been a little grossed out by the fact that my father was joking about my sex life. Sick!
“We are so busted,” I said to Chris as I followed him into the spare bedroom to help bring his things back to our room.
He grinned. “I guess we aren’t as good of ninjas, as you would say, as we thought we were.”
I laughed. “No, I guess not.” I could see that Chris looked a little down, so I pulled him in for a hug. “Don't worry. Your mother could have reacted a lot worse. She said you’re still her son, and that she loves you. She’s also not going to disown you, which is a very good thing. She’ll come around. Don't worry.”
Chris sighed, and wrapped his arms around me in return. “And if she doesn’t?”
“You’re not going to have to worry about that, baby, because I know she will. How cold she ever turn her back on you? You’ve got a good heart, and you’d never hurt anyone. I’m sure she is so proud to have you as her son. In fact, I’m willing to bet my life on it that she is as proud to have you as her son as I am proud to have you as my boyfriend.”
Chris stroked my hair with both hands. “You really can be cheesy sometimes, you know?”
I grinned. “I know. Well, nobody’s perfect. What can I say?” I smiled slightly.
“I think you’re pretty close to perfect.”
“Now who’s the cheesy one?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
I grinned, and did just that. Everything was going to be okay. I just knew it.
B∞C

The next morning, I woke up in Blake’s arms, and snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his chest. He was still sleeping, and or a while, I just lay my head on his chest and listened to his breathing as I felt the rise and fall of his chest. Being with Blake could never be wrong, I knew.
There was a knock on the door that took me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, not wanting to leave the warmth of Blake’s arms just yet. Besides, it’s not like we weren’t decent. We were both wearing shorts and T-shirts.
My mother opened the door and poked her head in, speaking quietly. “May I come in for just a moment?”
“Of course!” I was surprised to see her there.
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” She came in, and gently shut the door behind her.
“I’ll be getting up soon anyway. I just didn’t want to wake Blake.”
She smiled. “So I see the other room was just a cover-up?”
I blushed. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. You’re an adult now.”
“But I’m still your son, right?”
My mother smiled. “Of course you are. I just wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” I was surprised that my mother thought she had any reason to apologize.
“I was eves dropping on you and Blake last night when you were in the spare room gathering your things. I hadn’t meant to. I was just getting a drink of water, an I heard you boys talking, so I listened in. You had the door open, so I could also see you guys.”
“It’s all right.” I was wondering where this was going.
“As I listened to what Blake told you, I saw how much he truly cares for you. Everything he told you is true. I am proud to have you as my son. I also want to apologize for the way I acted last night. If you love Blake and want to be with him, then I support you one-hundred percent. Between what I witnessed last night, and what I am witnessing now.... I see how much you two love each other.”
I smiled, and sat up a little, still keeping Blake in my arms. “We really do.”
“Well then, I’ll leave you two be, and go make breakfast.”
“No you won’t. You’re our guest. I’ll make it. Just give me a moment to get dressed.”
“I really don’t mind making it.”
“Mom...”
“Well take your time then. I’m going to watch the Today Show with Dinah anyway.” She winked.
I grinned. “Sounds like a plan. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you too. Never forget that.” She then left the room, leaving me alone with Blake again.
I silently sent a prayer of thanks to God. He had provided for me as usual. I then stroked Blake’s hair and kissed the top of his head.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he grinned brightly. “See? I told you she would come around.”
I gasped. “You were eavesdropping?”
“Consider your mother paid back.”
We both laughed.
I then kissed him hard on the mouth, shutting him up for the next half minute. “So you were faking sleeping the whole time?”
Blake nodded. “Alas, I was. But don’t worry. It’s the only thing I fake.”
“Aside from faking being straight,” I sad with a laugh. My laughter was muffled as he hit me with a pillow.
“Really though, you better not be faking other things,” I said, pushing the pillow aside.
“Oh, I promise you I am not.”
We kissed some more, but shortly after, we managed to pull ourselves apart. We both agreed that having sex with both sets of parents in the house was not an option.
There would be plenty of time for that later, I knew. All that mattered then was the fact that both my parents and Blake’s were okay with us being a couple, and the fact that I had Blake. Nothing else really mattered.
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