It was so hot! I'm not even sure why I agreed to be at this family cookout, nobody would actually notice me anyway. I had to suck it up though, so I sat across from my grandmother as she commented on my weight yet again. Sometimes I wonder what any of these people I call my family would think if they knew the real me.
My family had its bad and good qualities, and now that I was finally 21 things seemed to be a little better. I was being treated almost like an adult, but it didn't help me feel any better. I had been sad for a long time, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get better. I was miserable and it was my own fault, trying to live a normal mortal life with my "family' was becoming impossible.
I was trying to explain to my family once again that I am not interested in dating right now, especially since I was going to college. I mean I did leave out the part that I never had any intention on dating a woman, but they didn't need to know that. I decided a long time ago to keep that to myself when it came to my family. My mind just kept drifting back to the thought of what they would all think if the knew the real me. The non-mortal part would scare them, but the gay part would destroy them. I had sacrificed so much and made so many mistakes in order to be able to be with these people I call my family, and looking back I can't decide if I would make the same choices.
As I was thinking back to those choices, I gazed up to the scariest scene that I had seen since I was 14. An extremely expensive sports car was pulling up the driveway, bringing a trail of dust and memories with it. I only remembered one person in my history that would drive something like that. I also knew that the driver of that sports car was here for me, no matter how hard I hoped it wasn't true. That little, black sports car finally made it to the top of the driveway as every member of my mediate family was walking to the edge of the patio to get a look at who had the gull to roll up like this.
The car stopped, the door opened and there he was! The 6 foot and two inch tall god. He didn't look any different than all that time ago. Long, sleek, black hair, dark eyes, and a body that could put any star to shame. He looked incredible and I was still hiding as an overweight, miserable 21 year old. All I could do was pray he wouldn't recognize me and leave. That was a dumb thought, because he looked right at me and smiled that bright, white, beautiful smile at me. Luckily in that moment it didn't pull me in, I was angry and on high alert. He shouldn't be here, I never wanted to see him again!!!
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