Queer bent bastard

When I finally woke up Sunday morning, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on probably her tenth morning coffee and reading the paper. As soon as she looked at me, the first words out her mouth were, “Okay, spill it. What did you get up to last night? You look far too happy.”

“Well, you remember that kid I told you about who always looked so sad and shy in my class?” I asked.

“Yes, I think so,” Mom replied with a little apprehension in her voice.

“Well, he’s Kent’s cousin, and I got know him last night,” I responded.

“Got to know?” she queried.

That’s when I told her the whole story of my evening at Kent’s and with Kyle. Several times, Mom interrupted me with things like, “Oh that poor boy.” At least, she did until I got towards the end. Then she just stared at me in disbelief.

“You’re boyfriends?” she questioned. “That’s moving a little fast isn’t it.”

“Not really,” I replied. “We’ve secretly been in love with each other for months…or at least had a crush on each other.”

“You be careful,” she said. “I know how intense young love can be and I don’t want you getting hurt. You’ve been through enough with Jason.”