"He likes you." My mother whispered to me, as we sat on the couch. Re-runs of Friends was on the television. I looked at her, my stomach fluttering.

"What do you mean, he's not gay." I said, playing with my bracelts that covered my scars.

"Please, could you not use that word." My mom said, waving her hand in disgust. I rolled my eyes, and frowned.

"Sorry. He doesn't like me though." I said, making my heart drop. I wanted to believe he did, but he couldn't. He didn't. "Why do you care anyway. You don't like the fact that I'm gay. You think it's disgusting, and I bet you don't even want to be sitting here with me." I said. I could feel a lump begin to form in my throat, and I tried to swallow it back, and force it away. It didn't work. My mother sighed.

"Jack, I'm trying. I'm trying to accept this. I want to believe it's a phase, but I know it's not. I want you to be happy, so I'm trying the best that I can to do that. To achieve that goal. I want to see you happy with someone you love, even if it is a boy... I may not like it, but if it makes you happy, than so be it." My moms lower lip began to quiver, and a tear escaped her eye, slowly sliding down her cheek. I looked away, not wanting to see her cry. She didn't bother when I did, so why should it be different for her. "He likes you, Jacky." I snapped my head towards her, surprised at her choice of a nickname. She hadn't called me Jacky since I was six, when my father was still around.

"Mom, we just only met. He doesn't like me. He's straight." I said again. My mom made her way over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She pulled me into a tight hug, and we laid on the couch for a while. It was nice, snuggling with my mom. I hadn't done it in over five years, and it made me happy that she was finally showing me some affection. She kissed the top of my head, and it made me feel warm. It made me feel loved for the first time in a very long time. "Hey, Mom?" I started, hesitantly. Not wanting to upset her.

"Yeah, Jacky?" She said, her voice soothing.

"Is the reason why you treated me like shit for all those years becuase dad left, or because I was gay?" I asked. Her breath hitched in her throat, as she stopped what she was doing. I sat up, and looked at her. She wasn't looking at me.

"Jack, I'm sorry for all of that. I really am. I just have so much built up anger, and your the only person to take it out on. I don't mean it, and I'm so sorry I made you feel bad." She said, wiping at a tear that was forming in the corner of her eye.

"No, it's okay." I said, standing up from the couch. I kissed my mom on the cheek, and said goodnight to her than headed to my room. I thought back to earlier today. To the hug me and Alex shared. His smell still lingered on my hoodie, so I decided to sleep in it. I could still here his voice when he thanked me for the poster. His whisper still caught in my ears. I smiled as thoughts of Alex raced through my head. Pulling my blanket up to my chin, I slowly fell asleep.

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