Okay, last chapter!

Seriously this time! Shoot me if I'm lieing!


Allen had no idea where he was running to, but he didn't stop, not even when he heard Foster running after him. He was aware that the older boy was following behind him the whole way, but he didn't care. He just kept running.

He was aware of the stares he was getting as he ran, and as Foster chased after him. But neither boy cared, and neither stopped. Foster didn't know where he was going, but he followed behind him, even when he began to grow tired.

Finally Allen's lungs were burning and he felt like they might burst. He stopped running, and leaned down to catch his breath. Foster came up beside him and did the same.

"Get...enough...exersice?" Foster panted, and Allen laughed between gasps.

"Yeah...I...think...so."

"I...hope...so."

More laughter, and then Allen collapsed onto a nearbye bench, only then aware that he had run all the way to the park four miles from where he lived. Foster fell next to him, and they continued their loud gasping, earning the stares of confused people around them.

When he finally caught his breath, Allen said, "Sorry you had to see that."

Foster shook his head.

"Its cool. Reminded me of home."

Allen tilted his head to look at the other boy, his hair catching on the shining sun.

"What do you mean?"

Foster shrugged. "We used to fight alot. Not sure why though. It was just that way as long as I could remember. Me, my mom, my step-father, and my older brother. All of us just screaming."

Allen was quiet. This had only happened to him today. He couldn't imagine having to deal with it for eighteen years straight. If that had been his family, he didn't think he would have been strong enough. He would have left long ago.

Or maybe you had to be really strong to be able to leave.

He didn't know. He just knew that whatever strength was, he wasn't it.

"What are you going to do now?" Foster asked from beside him, and Allen sighed. "I don't know. I don't think I can go back right now."

Foster nodded and said, "Well you have to face them eventually, you know?"

Allen was quiet, staring at the sky above him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to imagine that he and Foster were the only two people on the earth. The thought shocked him abit. Up until today, Foster had only been a person he saw once or twice a month. Now, he didn't think he'd survive one more day without him. The though was comfirmed when he felt Foster's hand slide into his. He closed his hand into his, and tilted his head to rest on Foster's shoulder.

He lay there for a few minutes, but the peice was interupted by an unwanted voice.

"Wow, Allen is that you?"

Allen's eyes opened and he squinted up at Mark, who was looking curiously at his hair. When Allen sat up, so did Foster, and Mark's eyes went to him for the first time, only then noticing his presence.

"Wow, you got yourself a boyfriend now?" he laughed, and Allen sighed. "Come on Foster." he grumbled, standing up and pulling Foster after him, hoping Mark would leave him alone. But the other boy just followed along behind, laughing and making jibes until finally Allen turned around to face him.

"Mark, shut up." he ordered, and Mark pulled back in shock. Then he frowned and said, "Since when did you think you could order me around, huh?" he asked, shoving Allen back a few steps. Allen stumbled, but didn't fall. Foster tried to step up to Mark, but Allen held him back and said, "Forget him Foster."

Then he started to lead him away, but was once again folded by Mark.

"What, are you afraid? Afraid of me? Little faggot!"

Then the tension of the day snapped and Allen whirled around and punched Mark into the face, sending him sprawling onto the grass. Mark held his mouth and looked up at Allen in shock. When he saw the look in his eyes, he mumbled, "Whatever," then got up and walked away. Allen ignored the stares that were coming from each direction and just continued on his way.

It wasn't until almost ten that Allen stepped back into his house. Foster was still with him, apparently afraid something may happen if he wasn't there. For the rest of the day he and Allen had just wandered up and down the streets, going into random shops and buying random things. Allen set his bag of stuff on the steps and started to go up to his room. Foster followed behind him, and Allen found himself blushing at the thought of him and Foster alone in his room.

But they wearn't alone.

When he opened the door and switched on the light, he was greeted by the suprising sight of his parents sitting on his bed, waiting for him. He stared at them silently for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow.

"Have you guys seriously been waiting in the dark? Or were the lights on, and when you heard me coming you turned them off to make this more dramatic?"

Neither his mom or dad answered his question, which was fine with him since he hadn't really said it to be funny. He waited for them to say something else, but they were still silent. He looked at Foster, who shrugged silently.

"Excuse me. If you arn't going to say anything, could you please get out of my room?" Allen asked, and finally his father spoke.

"Allen, we need to talk."

Allen found himself laughing at his father's words. "Oh, now you wanna talk with me. No need to say it dad, you burned it into my brain. "This is all my fault." I know, I know. Now, please leave."

His father's face scrunched up and he looked at the wall, then looked back. "No Allen, not that. We need to talk about what happened between us."

"Nothing happened between us. I told you guys I was gay, and you decided I was no longer your son. Plain and simple."

"Allen." his mother said, his eyes still red and puffy, and her voice shaking. "We're so sorry."

Allen closed his eyes, trying to ignore her. Because if he listened, he might believe her. But he didn't want to believe in them anymore. He just wanted to be angry at them and show them what it had been like. It was supposed to be the teen that ignored the adults, not the other way around.

"Apologize all you want. All the sorry's in the world won't make up for it."

Foster looked between the three of them, and started to make his way out of the room. "I think I'll just wait downstairs. This is between you guys."

Allen's father nodded, but Allen stopped him.

"No, Foster. Stay up here."

Foster knew he was only saying it to anger his parents, but that was fine with him, so he stayed there next to him.

Allen's father looked between the two of them, and then said, "Listen, son. We're sorry. We just...didn't...know what...to say..."

"Didn't know what to say to me? Well you sure made up for that by saying nothing at all, huh?" he spat angrily, aware that they were trying to make things right and that he was only making it harder.

"Allen." his mother said, and he looked to her again, knowing that nothing she would say would make it right. Nothing she would say would make him forgive them.

"We love you."

Allen, who had already opened his mouth to snap something back, closed it, and stared at the two of them.

"I want to hear it from him to." he said quietly, nodding at his dad, who said without hesitation. "I love you Allen. I love you, no matter what. Even if your gay."

The words he'd been longing to hear, ever since six months ago when he had told them. Now said when he had gone through so much silence. He rubbed his eyes quickly, angry that he was going to start crying again. So many times he had cried today, and he wanted it to stop. But he couldn't stop the tears again, so he quickly tried to come up with something to say that would make them leave.

He didn't want to hear their voices anymore, he didn't care what they had to say. Hearing them say these loving words to him were making his resistance crumble, and he knew if they said much more, he'd break completely, and forgive them.

When his mother saw his tears, she ran over to him and wrapped her in his arms, her own sobs racking her body. His father joined them, wrapping them both in his arms and holding them together. Allen shook with the force of his sobs, and just let himself cry and cry, and he didn't stop. It was the first time in months that he'd been held by them. He just cried harder as they whispered to him, telling him how much they loved him, and how very very sorry they were, and how they knew nothing they ever said would make up for it.

Allen just cried.

Later that night, only five minutes before midnight, Allen was sitting in his bed, Foster right beside him. He leaned into his side, and closed his eyes. He was so tired. Today had been so eventful and now all he wanted to do was sleep.

He knew things weren't exactly right with his parents, but it was a very good step in the right direction.

And now he had Foster.

Both of his wishes had come true.

Just as he felt himself dozing off, Foster leaned into him and pressed their lips together. Allen's eyes opened in shock, but then he closed them again and leaned into the kiss, feeling like this was the perfect ending for the most fucked up day of his life.

Foster pulled away and kissed him lightly on the forhead.

"Happy Birthday."


Told you it was the last chapter! And I wasn't lying this time! So thank you for reading, please review.

Happy birthday Mckayla!