Chapter 7

POV: Jace.

~saturday night.

I could use a knife to cut the tension in the air. The tension was so thick it made me super awkward and uncomfortable.

We were having dinner as a family because during the week I always gave excuses like I had to study for a test or I'm too tired, to try and avoid dinner with Grandpa.

But luck wasn't on my side this time as my mom forced me to have dinner with them saying that my lame excuses wouldn't work on her this night, and well look at me now, sitting opposite from Grandpa.

He kept looking at me with his judgy gaze.

So far he hasn't asked any questi-

"So Jace how's school? Met any girl of your interest?"

Oh poop, here we go again.

"Umm.... School is great." I replied while avoiding the last question.

He narrowed his eyes at me  before nodding briefly then going back to finish the rest of his food.

I looked at my father from the side of my eyes and saw that he had a little teasing smile on his face that I so desperately wanted to wipe off.

Sending him a quick glare I went back to eating. "You know what I hate?" Grandpa started off. Again.

I looked up at him from under my bangs, silently waiting for him to continue, which he noticed.

"The way children of this generation choose to do disgusting things like being homosexual." He looked at me sternly, then continued. "I hope you don't become a fag with the way you hang out with your 'friends' and obsess over that stupid boy band." He said, and that was the last straw.

I dropped my fork unto my plate, suddenly loosing my appetite, I stood up picked up the plate dropped it in kitchen and stormed off to my room and slammed the door.

I landed face first on my bed, boring my face in the pillows.

I honestly don't know why Grandpa does this all the time. The fact that I fanboy over BTS doesn't mean that I'm questioning my sexuality.

Why can't he just get rid is his old ways.

I'm not too buddy buddy with my friends and I'm not some crazy fanboy, I'm well-mannered and I always respect the boys privacy.

I wasn't interested in their looks, I was interested in them because of their unreputable talent and the way they see things. They are an inspiration to me, they're my happy place and-

A sudden knock brought me out of my thoughts, then my father's head poked out of the door.

I groan and put my face back on the pillow. I heard him sigh and close the door.

The bed dipped signalling that my father took a seat beside me.

"Jace, why you have to be mad?" He said with a cheeky smile while referring to one of my favorite memes.

I cracked a smile at his attempt on cheering me up, which was working effectively.

"I also don't like Grandpa Max, but I just have to put up with him because he's your mother's father and I don't want to hurt her feelings." He said with a straight face.

I Looked up from my pillow. "Do you think it's weird that I Fanboy over BTS?." I asked, eyes peering up to my father for a honest answer.

He looked like he wanted to say something but he hesitated.

"Those boys do have talent and potential, I guess that's the reason you're drawn to them?" He said while scratching the back of his head.

"Well yeah, I don't like them only based on their looks." I mumbled. My father took a hold of hands and urged me to look at him.

"Jace, you do you. Do not care about others opinions about you, do what makes you happy, be your real self and you can be anything you dream."

That's probably the most heart-warming words my father has ever said to me because he's not a man of many words.

I always cherish moments like this when his father instinct kicks in and he's not all goof and smiles.

My father is prescious to me and I'll never trade him for anything in the world.

While my mother on the other hand is a religious person just like Grandpa Max, I could trade her for tickets to BTS's concerts.

I'm kidding.....

I love my parents but I love my dad more~

"Jace. Are you okay? You kinda spaced out." He said while gripping my shoulder and shaking me slightly.

Then I realized I must've been lost in my thoughts.

I jumped on him and gave him the biggest hug ever which caught him off guard but he maintained his balance. "Thank you for those heartfelt words. It helped a lot and I promise that I'll keep being me."

After ruffling my hair my father left after telling me to have a good night. I went to bed grinning from ear to ear like a idiot, the awkward convo with Grandpa long forgotten.

~sunday morning.

"Jace, wake up!"

My mother all but yelled, effectively waking me up and making me to tumble over landing flat on my butt and tangled up in the sheets.

"Better hurry up and stop slacking, we're gonna be late to church." She said as she left my room.

Great...

I groaned as I was untangling myself from the sheets. I went to the bathroom and did my normal doings.

I put on clothes descent enough for church and headed downstair.

I went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I skimmed pass Grandpa who was leaning against the kitchen counter reading the newspaper, to get a bowl and a spoon, cereal and milk.

And now I'll explain to you how I make my world's infamous cereal.

Procedure's:

1. Put the cereal into the bowl.

2. Add a descent amount of milk to it. (I put the cereal before the milk; argue with your keyboard.)

3. Stir if you wish.

Then voila you have my infamous cereal.

"Are you gonna pretend like your on a cooking show, or you're gonna eat that fast so we can get to church early?"