We had been together for two weeks and already hell had broken loose. The town of Brittany was having mixed reactions to the news that the star soccer player was gay. The entire soccer team was completely behind me; for which I was grateful. Most of the adults had started looking at me as if I were some sort of deviant though none of them had said anything yet. For the most part the people that were my age didn’t care and had told me that they thought it was stupid that everyone had made such a big deal out of it. Some of the jocks had taken to making stupid comments; led by Peter Hamilton who was bitter because I had finally shown interest in someone and it wasn’t him. But I just ignored all of the things said as best as I could and focused my energy on Ashley.

                “Hey babe,” Ashley called, walking into my house. I was making myself a turkey sandwich but I abandoned the sandwich materials as she walked over to give me a kiss. She had been catching a lot of remarks for “turning me gay” but she let them all roll off her shoulders for which I was grateful. I knew that Ashley could get quite a temper and I was scared that one of these days she was going to snap.

 I wrapped my arms around her neck, keeping her in the kiss and she smiled against my lips but didn’t pull away. She backed me up so that I was resting against the counter with her pressing into me. We hadn’t really got to be alone together for a couple of days because of her parents keeping a watchful eye on us. They didn’t care that we were together but they made sure to never let us be alone in a bedroom or at my house just in case we did something. I wasn’t sure what they were afraid of seeing as we couldn’t accidently impregnate each other or anything but they would not slack up for anything.

“Your parents let you come over alone?” I asked, when we pulled away to breathe.

“No, they don’t know that I’m here. I just left.”