Author: Kris Quin PM
"We're real chill about the gays here. Ever since some kid in the '90's committed suicide." Doss struggles to stay true to who he is after moving cross-country. It isn't always easy. Fortunately, it comes back to haunt him.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Supernatural - Chapters: 103 - Words: 60,519 - Reviews: 215 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 07-13-12 - Published: 01-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2987596
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((Well, this is part of a project I'm challenging myself to do. Write every day. These chapters won't be very long, a few hundred words at most, but updates will be daily. Hopefully. If I'm motivated enough. Anyway, meet Doss. And get to know him and his journey though life.))
"For the last time, mom! I'm not even hungry!" he yelled. Doss has stomped his way upstairs and was determined to be absolutely unrelentless. He paused at his bedroom door for a moment, debating the effectiveness and shock value of his next words.
"It's not like anyone would want to eat your meatloaf anyway."
Doss said it deliberately and made sure the slam of his bedroom door rattled the family pictures nailed to the walls just outside his room. The irritated stomps of his father made their way up the stairs next and Doss braced himself.
"You will not speak to your mother that way! That is not how I raised you and this recent behavior of yours will not be tolerated. Just because-"
But his mom was behind him. "George, we don't shout in this house." Doss felt a swell of pride because his mom would stick up for him. "And Doss, you live by that rule as well. I understand you're upset with the move but it'll be good for you in the end."
Doss stuck his fingers in his ears and spun dramatically around. He thought he could see his dad's angry, throbbing vein and his mother's calm elegance through the blurry mess.
"Doss, I'd like to talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about!" he shouted back. "Nothing! You've ruined my life and that's the end of it!"
"You're not in trouble," his mom continued and Doss rolled his eyes, landing a decent kick to his bed frame.
"Wait just a damn minute, what d'you mean he's not in trouble?"
"George, we don't swear in this house either. Especially in front of our child."
"Child? He's sixteen years old! And his behavior is reckless and-"
"Well, why don't we discuss it and have a family meeting later." She gripped George by the arm and led him out of Doss' doorway. He sighed in annoyance and kicked the door shut.