Chapter One

Ryan

"What are you wearing!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my twin brother descended down the the wooden winding staircase. I thought we were identical physically, and inverted personality wise. My brother and I always wore different colour variations of the same outfits, his more bright, mine dapper and dull. "TJ, Dad's coming?"
"So?" TJ cocked one platinum blonde eyebrow over his aquamarine eye. He propped one slim arm up on his hip and smirked. "Dad doesn't understand what I told him when he last came."
As my impossibly gay brother walked down the rest of the stairs I stood there open mouthed. TJ was wearing a white v-neck shirt splattered with pink and purple hearts, black track pants that clung to him in all the right places for a girl (all wrong for boys), and he was holding our older sister's zebra print purse like it was his. "Nice outfit." He said, pursing his lips.
I looked down at my grey and black longsleeve t-shirt and baggy black jeans. "Thank you, Rupaul." I growled. TJ flipped me off while shifting his bangs from one side of his head to the other.

It's not like I have a problem with TJ being gay. In fact when Dad isn't around, no one would ever guess TJ was gay. He rocked the St. Vladimir of Kiev's letterman jacket knowing he belonged on the football team. He was as sporty, physical and toned as it got. He was all alpha male at school. But as soon as Dad came knocking, the gayness started rocking. It goes from running up our phone bill talking on the phone with his boyfriend, to making out with his boyfriend in the living room convieniently at the same Dad was scheduled to walk in.

Junie, my little sister waddled out of her room wearing a pink Hannah Montana t-shirt. She was the only one of us who had brown hair in the family, besides Dad. "Is Daddy here yet? I have to give him my Christmas list." When she saw the look I was giving her, she flicked the thick booklet with her pudgy fingers. "Newly revised."

"Ugh." I groaned as I scurried down the stairs.

Mom was scrunching her hair in the bathroom mirror. I know Mom is pretty, but I hate when my friends call her a MILF. It really gets on my nerves. Mom had just cut her blonde hair into a sleek bob and dyed it a chestnut brown. Her blue eyes sparkled under the shade of her bangs. Her eyeslashes were long and almost cast shadows on her elegant cheek bones. She was wearing a white ruffled blouse and a black pencil skirt. "Ryan-honey, can you spruce up the living room? Amelie littered it with those teen magazines."
I nodded and shuffled into the living room. TJ was sitting on the couch, loudly clapping his gum. He was running his fingers over the picture of Taylor Lautner, in one of the magazines. I didn't know if it was acting or him being sincere; and that was scary. "TJ, can you stop drooling for, like, five seconds and help me clean up?"

"Don't get your panties in a knot because I'm gay, I can get and boy or girl in the school, yet your straight and you have the same face as me and you STILL haven't had a girlfriend." TJ knew how to burn me in the worse ways.

"TJ I hate you so much sometimes." I snatched the magazine out of his hands and gathered the rest up. TJ came out to himself last December, but came out to us during the beginning of high school. Ever since he announced he was gay, Mom or Dad didn't believe him and excused his sexuality as confusion. Which is why he acts all super gay when Dad rolls around.

At first, I couldn't believe TJ was gay, but as I continued to watch him, it became evident. Whenever he had a girlfriend everything was just so wierd and forced. The way he fawned over guys and kissed his boyfriend made me realize the truth soon enough.

DINNNNG DONNNNG

I stuffed the magazines into the oak shelf next to the TV. "Daddy!" Junie and TJ screamed in unison. TJ ran so much faster then Junie, being a seasoned soccer player. Junie was a chubby little ten year old. You can imagine how the scene played out.

TJ pulled the glossy white door open, his arms spread out wide. "Daddy!"

I groaned. TJ had put on his gay accent, just for the occasion. Mom was shuffling out of the washroom now, she had that poised look on. As if she was trying to show Dad she was back and better then ever since the divorce.

Amelie, our older sister, was still yaking to her boyfriend Greg. TJ had confided in me secretly that he knew Greg was bisexual. I asked him how and the look he gave me and the way he clenched his fingers will stay burned into my memory forever; "Hands on experience."
Jackson Edouard stepped into the living room, his green eyes going wide as he surveyed the room. The look he got when he crossed TJ was a mix between 'Who just farted?' and 'Did your History teacher just touch my butt?'. "Junie-Bug!" Even though he was a muscular man, he struggled as he lifted Junie in the air.

"What's up, Dad?" I raised my hand in a weak little wave. Though I didn't mean it, Dad grabbed my hand and gave me an intense handshake. He then wrapped me in a hug. "So how's highschool, Ryan?"
"What about me Daddy?" TJ interjected himself as soon as we broke out of our hug. "Daddy, I realized something when I started highschool." He didn't waste a moment before delivering the bomb of his speech. "I'm gay."
Dad ruffled Toshiro's white blonde hair. "Teej, I know you're confused. You told me last year." He pushed Toshiro out of the way and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek. Dad looked the same as he did the last time I saw him. Intense, constantly smizing, (Thanks Tyra Banks) green eyes, curly brown hair and that crooked smile Toshiro and I both had.

Toshiro's face turned red and his eyes flamed. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he shut his mouth. "I'm going to get Amelie."
Dad nodded, and his brown curls bobbed. "You should.”
"You missed didn't give me anything good last year for my birthday, so I'm expecting something really good this year. Right?" Junie that selfish little brat squealed. She clapped her meaty hands together. Her extensive 10 page Christmas list was tucked into Dad's coat pocket. She looked up at Dad. Her eyes had become glossy, pools of selfish hope.

Dad held hands with Junie as we walked over to the dinner table. Mom was setting out chicken alfredo noodles, with a bittersweet smile on her face. Mom and Dad loved each other a lot four years ago, but their love wasn't enough for them stay together, Even for Amelie, TJ, Junie and I.

TJ's face was sour as he pushed his noodles around, he was having a hard time fighting his smile. It was obvious Amelie was texting under the dinner table. Her blonde bangs making a curtain in front of her face.

"Dad, seriously," TJ prompted. "I am gay." The table erupted in laughter.

It was one of the most normal dinners the Milton-Edouard family had in a long time.

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