the talk

Your mom's face changes from it's strangely cheerful look to a more serious one. "We need to talk about tonight." she says softly. You definitely wanted answers but didn't like the tone in her voice. "We know how special tonight is for you. We were teenagers ourselves once believe it or not." She couldn't possibly mean "And there comes a certain time in a boy's life when he has urges" oh dear god she did! "and there might be pressure on you to act a certain way."

"It doesn't mean you should though." Your dad interjected "Right, only if you want too, but if you do we want you to be safe." you wished that the floor would swallow you whole "That's why we got you these." Your mom slid a pack of condoms across the table to you. "I-I dont know what to say." you stared at the box in confusion. "You don't have to say anything." you sighed "Don't you think it's strange I have a boyfriend?" you probe, your mother gives your dad a knowing look. "Of course not. Besides it's not like we didn't see this coming." the hell did that mean? "What does that mean?" you demand, your father shifts in his seat. "Son, you weren't exactly subtle about your interests. Ogling the boys on the basketball team." "The football players." your mom continued "remember when he would play house with gavin down the street?" your dad laughed. House? You never played house, especially not with a boy!

Your parents shared a good laugh about how you fought with gavin stubbornly telling him you were both the husbands. "May I be excused?" you ask over their laughter, apparently it was funny. They stopped laughing, "But you haven't eaten." your mother explained at least that hadn't changed she was always making sure you ate. "I'll get something at school." your dad nodded at you "Sure thing kiddo. Just make sure you do." you promised you would before standing up and leaving the table "Forgot something sport." your dad called behind you. Turning around you caught the box of condoms your dad threw at you with a wink. "Thank you." you mumble not sure of what else you could say to these people whoever they were that replaced your parents. As you were walking up the stairs you heard your dad once more "he's probably excited about tonight." your dad never was the quiet one in the family. You ran up the stairs box in hand.

You threw yourself in bed hoping to wake back up in your real life before everything changed so drastically and so fast. Your phone beeped at you alerting you of a new text message. Instinctively you picked it up, someone with the heart emoji surrounded by hearts and rainbows had messaged you saying how excited they were for tonight. You assumed it must be your mysterious boyfriend you knew literally nothing about. A million thoughts raced through your head, whether or not you should respond, demand whoever he was tell you what's going on, simply ignore it, maybe if you played along you could get more information than a simple frontal ****.