As a kid, I would go to restaurants and my parents would never let me get garlic bread. I couldn’t go to my best friend’s communion, I had an ‘asthma’ attack, and to top it off, I got really bad sunburns every day, unless it was pouring rain. I figured it was all just coincidence, funny things for you and your 15-year-old friends to laugh about, even earned me the nickname “Dracula”, which I must say, was sick to hear across the corridors. However, I’m now 17, sitting across from my parents, wondering why my parents had hijacked the family meeting I called.
“We know why you’re here,” My mother began, “we know what you need to say.” A rush of relief passed through me.
“It’s time we tell you the truth.” My father chimed in.
…huh?
“You’ve clearly figured it out, but we’re vampires. Yes. We are so sorry we didn’t tell you sooner son.”
My jaw drops, eyes bulging.
“What do you mean we’re vampires?” I half yell.
“That is what you wanted to ask, isn’t it? Listen, Micheal, we figured you’d want to start bringing girls around and other things, but we needed you to know this-“ My mother began, I cut her off.
“No! That’s not what I was going to ask at all!” My parents look back at me with shock.
“Mum, dad, I’m gay.”
MrStarii t1_iworryz wrote
Reply to [WP] You've always had trouble with garlic heavy foods but your parents chalked it up to allergy. You have trouble breathing in churches, they claim it's because of the mould. As your canine teeth start growing and become pointier your parents finally decide it's time to have the talk. by Shadrak_Meduson
As a kid, I would go to restaurants and my parents would never let me get garlic bread. I couldn’t go to my best friend’s communion, I had an ‘asthma’ attack, and to top it off, I got really bad sunburns every day, unless it was pouring rain. I figured it was all just coincidence, funny things for you and your 15-year-old friends to laugh about, even earned me the nickname “Dracula”, which I must say, was sick to hear across the corridors. However, I’m now 17, sitting across from my parents, wondering why my parents had hijacked the family meeting I called.
“We know why you’re here,” My mother began, “we know what you need to say.” A rush of relief passed through me. “It’s time we tell you the truth.” My father chimed in. …huh? “You’ve clearly figured it out, but we’re vampires. Yes. We are so sorry we didn’t tell you sooner son.”
My jaw drops, eyes bulging. “What do you mean we’re vampires?” I half yell. “That is what you wanted to ask, isn’t it? Listen, Micheal, we figured you’d want to start bringing girls around and other things, but we needed you to know this-“ My mother began, I cut her off. “No! That’s not what I was going to ask at all!” My parents look back at me with shock. “Mum, dad, I’m gay.”