Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4531825-20140323050019

ooc; decided to this in a story-type format due to the fact that the only character besides Mark is his currently nonexistent brother Ryan. also, pardon the way I type because I don't normally write narratives so it might look really stupid. read it anyways.

I was sitting in my room one day in deep thought. I really think I'm falling in love with Hunter. If my feelings for him are this strong, why am I trying to hide it? Because you're afraid of what people think. That damn subconscious talks too much.

Hunter is comfortable with it all, and he wants to come out together, but I'm holding us back. Why am I not giving my baby what he wants? And on that thought, I decided that I was ready to be open with my sexuality. Before I even texted Hunter, I wanted to tell Ryan. That was going to be especially hard considering he doesn't like the gays. At all. That's probably the main reason why I've been putting this off for so long. I was afraid of Ryan rejecting me because of it.

I walked to his room anxiously. It felt like decades were passing as I walked down the short hallway to my brother's room. A few seconds later, I stood outside his door mentally debating whether or not I was prepared for this to happen. Before I could talk myself out of it, I knocked on his door and he answered seconds later.

"What do you want, little bro?" Ryan asked while ruffling my hair like I was 8 or something.

"I wanted to have a totally serious talk with you."

"You sound like a total girl," he teased.

"Bro, I'm serious."

When I said that, his joking smile dropped and a look of concern soon dominated his facial features. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"We need to sit and have this talk," I said.

"Well let's sit in the living room," he responded.

The walk to the living room was horrendous. My mind was exploding with all these different 'what ifs' and it was seriously making me not want to do this. At the moment, a picture of Hunter and his beautiful smile popped into my head and all other thoughts left my mind at once. Once we sat down, I just decided to come right out with it. I scratched my head awkwardly and started speaking.

"Okay, for some time now, I've known something about myself and I just want to share that with you first," I started.

A small smile tugs at Ryan's lips. "You sound like you're saying that you're gay or something. You're not, are you? I don't like those faggot boys." He laughs at his words like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard.

At that moment, I bowed my head and remained silent while he realized what I was trying to say. His eyes widened in realization a few seconds later.

"Mark ... are you, um, gay?" he asked me hesitantly.

I remained silent, but I nodded my head 'yes'.

He didn't respond. For a good five minutes, he sat on the sofa across from my chair just staring at me. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything. I wanted him to say something first. He finally spoke up.

"How long?"

"... What do you mean?"

"How long has it been since you decided to go against God and corrupt yourself like that?"

"I've always been like this. It wasn't a choice, Ry."

"Don't call me that."

I decided to stay quiet because I can tell he was angry. I knew that when he was angry, he didn't want to hear anything you said. At this point, he was talking and you had no choice but to listen.

"No brother of mine is going to be a fag. I won't stand for you prancing around with some other homo corrputing God's green Earth with your wretched ways. I can't, and I won't."

"Wha --," I started.

He cut me off. "Shut up! I don't care about what else you have to say. Unless you're telling me that you're going to make the right choice and be a man and not a fag, you can just go."

"Go? Go where, Ryan?" My voice broke while trying to say that.

"I don't know, and I don't care. I'm not dealing with a fag for a brother."

"I don't know what to say," I strained out.

"Say that you're gonna stop this foolishness and you won't have to say anything."

"I..." I pondered about what I was going to say next. I thought about telling him what he wanted to hear, but then I would be a liar. So, I did what I had to do, for me and for my baby.

"I can't do that. I'm gay, and I'm happy to be. It isn't a choice I can just change my mind on. I was born this way and I'm going to embrace it."

"Then you're not welcome here anymore," he said, void of all emotion.

"What?"

"Pack your things. Be gone before 10, or I'm calling the cops. End of discussion."

I tried to reason with him. "But Ryan ..."

"I said, 'end of discussion'," and with that, he briskly walked out of the living room.

I realized that he was serious. I really had to leave the apartment that I've lived in for over 4 years because of my sexuality. Just the thought of it alone brought tears to my eyes.

So, I got up, started packing, and put everything into my car within an hour. I sent Hunter an emergency text, and I drove my car three doors down to his house to tell him what just happened. We have a serious problem on our hands, and I don't know how we're going to handle it.

-fin- 