forum IS HE GAY?... Or European? (One on One// Closed)

Started August 22, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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"Oh, I almost forgot about the food!" Alistair exclaims, jumping up. "We'd better eat before it gets cold." He went over to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing the bowls of spaghetti and bringing them to the dining table.

"Thanks." Antoine laughs a little and washes his hands, humming as he does so. Glitch whines at the sudden lack of attention. Antoine throws a small treat at him.

Sitting down across from Tony, Alistair looks down at Glitch, who is giving him the signature puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine, you can have a meatball," he sighed with a smile, tossing one to the small dog. "You're going to get fat if you don't stop being so cute."

Glitch flips as he catches it, landing on his feet. He barks happily and eats the meatball. Antoine laughs, "He burns off all the fat he eats." Antoine replies, laughing a little.

Alistair grinned as he watched Glitch and ate his spaghetti. After they had both finished their food, Glitch having a few more meatballs along the way, he picked up both their bowls, leaving his phone on the table, and headed to the kitchen. "I'm going to clean up real quick," he said. "Why don't you go to the living room? I'll join you in a second." As soon as he went into the kitchen, his phone buzzed.

Antoine looks towards the others phone. "Alright…" he says softly. He quickly glances at the phone.

Bro: Dude, come on. Dad's in rage mode, wth happened?

Sis: Al, you can't ignore me forever
Sis: Why didn't you ever say anything?

Dad: Stay away from your siblings, they don't need your terrible influence in their live

Antoine looks away. How could someone say that to their own son? It just wasn't right. He walks towards the living room, shaking his head.

After finishing cleaning up, Alistair grabs his phone and heads to the living room. Upon entering, he sees Tony on the couch looking a bit upset. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

Antoine looks up, "Huh? Oh… unpleasant memories." He replies.

"Are you sure?" Alistair asked, worried for his new friend. "Aare you sure it's nothing else? Maybe I could help."

"I'm sure." He says gently, patting the seat beside him. "Come, sit." He says happily.

Frowning, Alistair shrugs, then goes and sits next to Tony. As he settles down, his phone buzzes again, and he pulls it out of his sweatpants pocket.

Aunt Chelsa: Young man, I know your parents didn't raise you to be like this. What is the matter with you?

Bro: Al, come on, man. It's been three days

Alistair wanted to cry, but he didn't want Tony to see that, so he just closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hoping Tony wouldn't notice the silver lining his eyelashes.

Tony, in fact, did. His eyes grown concerned as he carefully turns the other to face him. "What's wrong?" He asks softly, his eyes filled with concern.

Alistair opens his eyes and blinks rapidly, attempting to subtly get rid of the tears. "Oh, nothing," he says, trying to smile, but failing miserably.

Antoine shakes his heads, "I may not know pain well, but I can see it…" He mutters, staring at the other. "What's going on?"

"I just- ah, it's nothing, really," Alistair insisted, still trying to smile, but the tears refused to listen and began to roll down his cheeks. It was like his face cracked; his smile faded, his eyes dimmed, and his chin fell. "Don't worry about it," he said softly, looking down. "I'm totally fine."

Antoine shakes his head, gently wiping away his tears. "You and I both know you're lying." He says gently.

"I don't know what to do," Alistair whispered, his voice cracking as big, fat silver tears ran down his cheeks. "My whole family hates me."

Antoine's eyes shut as he pulls Alistair into a hug. He didn't know what else to do… So he just held him, shushing him as he let him cry.

"I don't understand what I did wrong," he sobbed quietly into Tony's shoulder. "I didn't hurt anyone; I didn't break the law or anything like that. Yet they hate me."

"Why would they hate someone like you?" He says gently. He holds Alistair close, rubbing his back. "I've got you. It's okay."

"My father disowned me," Alistair whispered, his voice cracking again. "My siblings probably think I'm broken. The rest of my family either doesn't care, wants to stay out of it, or agrees with my dad."

"Whatever for? A father should never disown his son, no matter what they do." He whispers.

"I- I just -I can't - I'm scared to tell you," Alistair cried softly. "What if you hate me, too? I just met you, I don't want to lose your friendship already."