Hey, I'm back. It's been a while. Anyway, this one is short (I mean, really short. Only about nine thousand words). Since it's so short, the chapters are also short, so I will be posting one chapter a day for the next week.

Also this is a bit different than anything I've written before, so bear with me, okay? It is also far from being the best thing I've ever written and it has not been proofread, so please try and forgive typos.

Thanks for reading!

Kiyoshi'sGirl64 and Kiyoshi


"When are you going to get serious about football, Lee?" I asked my son.

He made a face, crinkling his nose up, something he got from his mother. "Dad," he said. "I don't want to play football. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You're going to play football," I informed him. "When I was in high school, that was the only thing I cared about. I was on Varsity by my sophomore year, you know."

"Well, I don't like football, Dad," he snapped right back. "I'm not you. Football doesn't make sense to me. Why would people want to run around tackling each other? The best part of it is—never mind. The point is, I've only played football this long because you want me to! Because you want to live your dream vicariously through me, since you got hurt and couldn't do it yourself! Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm not even going to try out this year! I'm sick of playing a sport I hate, just because I'm trying to make you happy!

"Nothing I do is ever good enough for you, so why even bother trying? No matter what grades I get, all that you care about is football, football, football! Which I'm never going to be good at, no matter how hard I try! One, because I hate it. Two, because I'm not built for it! Any of those guys could tackle me and break me in half! I don't want to risk my life for your dream!" He was yelling by the time he finished.

I scowled at him. "You're going to quit? After all the money I've put into this?"

"Yeah!" he yelled back. "I've never liked it, I never asked you to spend all that money!"

"Real men like football!" I shouted right back. Levi was going to play football. I wouldn't have it any other way. He had so much potential in that area, but he would never apply himself. If he would just try, I knew he could succeed.

"Well I guess I'm not a real man!" he yelled back. "And while we're on the subject of things that would make you think that, I like fucking guys!"

His face paled the moment the words were out of his mouth. I stared at him. "What did you say?" I growled.

"I. like. fucking. guys," he bit out angrily. "I'm gay. I know you already think I'm a failure, so might as well just add this to the list, right?"

"No son of mine is gay," I snarled at him.

"Sorry to break it to you, Dad, but your only son is gay," he retorted. "As gay as it possibly gets. You know what makes it better? I like it when guys fuck me. I'm not even man enough to top. And if you have a problem with it, you can suck it."

He turned and stormed out the door. I glared after him. When I turned back around, Naomi was staring at me, horrified. "We've got to do something about that boy," I told her. "This has gotten way out of hand."

She shook her head. "No, Howard," she disagreed. "We need to let Levi be himself. He doesn't like football. He's hated it for years. It's time you accept that. And you've seen him, even if you've been denying it all this time. Design is what he loves. Any kind. Clothes, rooms, makeup. Changing things to bring out their full potential, to make them beautiful is what he loves. Let him do that, let him bring out his full potential."

"My son is not gay," I managed to force out.

"Yes, Howard, he is," she replied calmly. "He told me when he was twelve that he liked boys. That's how long he's been trying to please you, to be what you want him to be in spite of how much he knows it's not what he wants. He's tried for three years to be the straight football player you want, when being a gay clothing designer or hairdresser or makeup artist or interior designer is what he wants. It's time you let him do that."

"No," I answered. "I'll kick him out before I do that."

"Yes," she answered. "And if you kick him out, I go with him. If you force me to choose, I will choose him, Howard."

I stared. "Naomi…"

"I love you, Howard," she said quietly, "but I love my son too. And if you kick him out, I'll go with him. And I will take Kay and Rosie with me."

"Fine," I snapped when I stared into her blue eyes and saw she wouldn't budge. "I won't make him leave. But he is not gay."

She shook her head and left the room.

I stormed from the house, slamming the door behind me.