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Chapter twenty-two: The second step out the closet

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙩

It doesn't take long after I'm back home, and in my room, until there's a knock on my bedroom door. Loosening my top buttons to feel more comfortable, I open the door to find my mother standing there, beaming at me.

She doesn't say anything as she strides past me, taking a seat on my bed, pulling her legs up to cross them. She then grabs a pillow and puts it on her lap, tapping the space beside her as a gesture for me to sit. By doing this, it's how I know she is here for a proper talk.

"So," she begins once I've sat down. "How was your date?" She's looking at me so intently, and it scares me.

It usually doesn't but because she doesn't know that I was on a date with a boy, Alex for that matter, and not some girl in my chemistry class, I can't help but feel increasingly nervous. I hate lying to my mum and the only truths in what I told her are that it's a date and they're in my chemistry class.

"It was quite good," I respond, and that's another truth. It was good, indeed, and I wouldn't mind getting used to it. I wouldn't mind dating Alex, and that's so weird to think about, after everything.

"Did you get up to anything... you know?" She raises her eyebrows suggestively which would make the average teenager cringe, reeling in embarrassing at even the prospect of their parents asking if they got up to anything sexual with their date, but my family isn't like that. We're open, and we're honest. We can tell each other anything which kind of contradicts how my sister and I are thinking of our situations right now.

"No," I laugh. "Nothing quite like that."

"Oh. Disappointing?"

"Not at all."

I'm able to be so open with my mother, and I'd never want to change that. I know I can tell her anything and I don't have to feel embarrassed about anything, no matter how cringe-worthy.

We have a very close bond, almost as close as Sofia and me, and I'm very thankful for that. I'm blessed to have such a loving family, and the thought of that only makes me feel more awkward about the fact that I can't seem to muster up the courage to come out to them.

"What did you get up to?"

I pull my legs up, hugging them to my chest as I think back on the night. "Well, we were supposed to eat at a fancy restaurant," Her eyebrow raise at that, "but we figured the food was too boring so we went to a carnival instead. Rode some of the rides, played some games, all that stuff. H— they even won me a stuffed animal." I gesture to the orange and white bear I had placed on my chair.