Confronting your own.....

I decided to walk to my destination in my jogging shoes. They were pink and had blue ribbons on them. It's probably something a little girl would wear but I found them quite enjoyable to be in. And so I started to speed up on my walking smiling as happy as can be.

Then I see my boyfriend Sam in his red car waiting for me. I smile to myself as I walk over to him. "Hey honey did I keep you waiting long" I ask him. He smiles back at me with his goofy look on as he replies to me. "No course not babe I'm just now getting here, but can I get a kiss" he asked me smiling. Now I don't want to be that type of girl who rejects her boyfriend but to me I always hate kissing him. I'm not sure if it's the fact that he uses to much tongue or if he's simply doing it all wrong.

So I move my brown hair back as I nod. "Sure honey um just give me a second " I say as I enter the car. I turn to face him and take a long look at his face real good. Blonde hair and blue eyes not to heavy on the freckles. Just my exact type so why is it that I can't stand to kiss him. As I start thinking this he leans in and we start tongue kissing.

He has his eyes closed while I'm sitting here pretending to be the least bit uncomfortable about kissing him. I realized that maybe it's just my imagination but I just can't get the image of April's body out of my head. So I pull back for air. "What's the matter babe I wanna keep kissing you" Sam says to me smiling. I have to keep myself from not smiling back too hard. Because he is just too adorable. And so I lean in and we proceed with the kissing.

The radio was turned on playing soft music as background noise. It almost certainly claimed me down but not completely. "Hey honey I have to get home soon" I tell him. He smiles at me and starts to drive off to my house. I for certain was happy when we first started dating because he was the nicest most popular boy. He asked me out the week after I joined the cheerleading team. He was at the time not the smartest guy, heck even now he's not but I really like the way he is personally wise.

He's sweeter than a peach on my momma's tree in our backyard. And she certainly approved of me dating him and so did my dad. They were happy that I was finally dating 'someone'. Dad even told me that he's a keeper and I shouldn't run him off the farm faster then a chicken getting picked for it's death day. I laughed at him and told him that it wasn't gonna happen.

My dad has always been a worrywart. Mom says it started when he got his first grey hair back in his senior year of high school. He was actually kinda nice looking as a teenager. Dark brown locks, green eyes and pale skin and medium height. But he was nothing compared to my mother. She was a tall blonde hair girl with brown eyes and freckles. She was light skinned brown and skinny. The perfect model if you'd asked me. She was always meant to be a stay at home mother due to the fact she loved doing submissive things for her husband.

But back to the car ride when we finally got to my house something did indeed seem off. Not to mention Diane's pink barbie car was just next to my dad's car.

Now I was getting genuinely worried. Did she actually mean the things she said to me? This can't be a homosexual intervention could it? But I'm clearly not a homosexual. I couldn't sit in the car thinking for long when my boyfriend Sam opened the door for me. He wasn't leaving and was walking me to the door. That was weird because as seniors we are even more busy than usual. And he usually just leaves to help his uncle with the small business that he has.

I look over to him as if I'm trying to figure out what is going on. He just keeps his same smile that he always has on. Then we get to the door. I take out my keys that are attached to my women rule keychain and open up the door. Once we step inside we are instantly feeling the freezing cold air that flows through my dull color house. And as we walk deeper into the house I see alot of my closet friends and family. And well dang I'm scared of what might actually be happening right now. Then suddenly my mom is starting to stand up. "Hey dear um sit down will ya" she says nervous. I tilted my head before sitting down in my favorite chair. "Okay hun we just want to say that we love you and we just want the best for you" my father says. I realized that it was actually happening. Even my own parents believe that I'm a homosexual. This is just utterly ridiculous. "And we always will but we just, well we just want you to admit your truths to us dear" my mother says. I stare at them with open mouth and slightly frighten face. "And what truths exactly do you want me to say" I ask snarky and sassy. Diane rolled her eyes at me before saying something to my parents. "Mrs. and Mr. Mandy may I please say let's cut to the chase because it's faster and easier " she said with sympathy. And after a few awkward moments of silent conversations they finally felt like answering my question. "We're wanting you to admit you're a homosexual dear. Look we won't send you away if you can just admit that " my father says to me.

That's when I roll my eyes. "For one I'm not a homosexual I'm happily dating Sam and for two why would you send me away for being something that I'm not " I argue back. "Dear we just want you to remember that admitting your truths makes us a happier person " my mother states. "I am happy " I say bluntly. My parents and close friends shake their heads no. And it makes me feel somewhat small compared to the rest of the room. "Honestly dear you leave us no choice " my father says. I instantly look up at him. "What do you mean by that " I ask scared for the answer. "It means you're going to spiritual life camp. It's a place where you go to admit your truths and learn to deal with it. Maybe even learn to get over them." my mom says to me. And all I can think is No Freaking Way. I stare at them dumb founded before I stand up. "No freaking way am I going to that" I say really annoyed and angry.