Author: LetsJustRideAway PM
My father hates that I'm gay, and he hates my boyfriend even more. But Brendon and I are happy together. Dad swears that he's not right for me, and Brendon swears that my dad is trying to sabotage my life. How am I suppose to pick between the man that is supposed to be the greatest influence in my life and the boy that I love? slash m/mRated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 23 - Words: 38,277 - Reviews: 45 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 04-21-13 - Published: 08-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3049914
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"I am so glad we're out of that car." Brendon says as he wiggles the key card into the slot of the hotel door. I look around the hallway. Paintings are hung on the walls and sculptors are in every corner. Granted, the art isn't the original pieces, but it adds a classy feel to the rest of the building. Everything in this building is nice, although it's far form the most fancy hotel around. Either way, it's clean, has a gym, and we get free breakfast, so we were happy with it.
"Same here." I agree. "That ride was longer than I thought."
The door unlocks and Brendon pushes it open. We both grab our bags off the floor and hurry in. As soon as I get a glance at the room, I drop the bags at the door way. A king-sized bed is against the middle of the wall, with the biggest flat-screen television I've ever seen across from it mounted to the wall. The carpet is beautiful, along with the light fixtures and crown molding. A hot tub is in one corner, and curtains hang over French doors led to a small balcony. My jaw drops.
"Not what you expected, is it?"
"Not at all."
"I figured we might as well stay in style." He kisses my cheek and nudges the door shut with his foot. "I'm going to call my parents, then we can do something. Are you going to call yours?"
"No. I have nothing to say to them."
Brendon nods and I wonder around the room. I run my fingers along the edge of the hot tub. I pull the curtains back slightly to look at the view of the city was hiding. I close them again and look around. I move to the door to the bathroom, which is equally as nice as the rest of the room. The shower is constructed of glass sides. It's spacious. I close the door, get our suitcases and lay them on the bed. As Brendon talks to who I assume is Patrick, I start unpacking our clothes. There's a little nook with a metal bar and multiple hangers on it, and a small dresser under it. I start to hang our clothes up and laying them in drawers. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I am in New York with my wonderful boyfriend without my parents knowing. I wonder if they would report me as a run-away if they found out, or if they would even care. Mom would be worried, but Dad would be glad that he couldn't see me. I sigh, and Brendon looks over at me with one cocked eyebrow. I smile at him to let him know I'm fine. He returns to his call.
Under our clothes are my laptop and cell phone. I flip the phone open, and my screen tells me I have thirty-eight missed calls. I look through all the numbers that called. Home, home, home, Mom's cell, home, Mom's cell, Mom's cell, Mom's cell, Mom's cell, Mom's cell, Mom's cell, home, home home. It was the same two numbers over and over again. Just my Mom's phone and our home phone. Not one call from my Dad.
"You've been quiet. What's wrong, champ?" Brendon asks as he climbs into the bed with me. I flip through the television channels unenthusiastically.
"Just..." I pause. I didn't want him to know that the first night of our vacation together all I was thinking about was my father. "Life, I guess. You know, college, getting a job, getting published. The usual."
"Well, just relax, love." He smiles and kisses my neck. "Want to get in the hot tub? Or maybe go out to dinner? It's all up to you."
"Honestly, I just want to stay in the room tonight." I admit with a sigh.
"Really? You don't want to go out or anything?"
"Tomorrow. I just want to relax. Just stay here with me." I wrap my arm around his shoulders. "Tomorrow we can go out. Let's just stay here tonight."
"Okay, Alex. If that's what you want." He cuddles closer to me. I smile at him, thank him for understanding and continue to let my mind wonder to my family.
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