Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2017 02:39:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Marler Fanfiction <marlerff@yahoo.com>
Subject: Everything 2

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*****

"Hey Jason, hold up!"

I turned around just in time to see Romeo running towards me with his mom
lagging behind him. I was not quite sure why he was here so I stopped and
waited for him to catch up with me.

"Hey man, guess what!" Before I even got a chance to think about an answer
he continued, quite clearly excited about what was coming next. "After my
last training Mark asked me if I wanted to try a training session together
with you. He said we are technically paying for private sessions but he
thought it would be nice for you to train together with someone your age
every once in a while, and at the same time it's going to be good for me to
train with a stronger player." He paused for a moment looking at me
expecting an answer, but when one didn't come he continued again. "So? What
do you think? Pretty cool, no?"

Still a little unsure what just happened, I attempted a smile. "Yeh,
euhm...  Cool."

"I know right!" It was obvious he was excited about the whole thing so we
started walking towards the court where Mark was already waiting for
us. After taking a moment to wrap my head around the things I just heard I
came to the conclusion it wasn't all that bad, and that Mark probably had a
slightly more refined explanation. Not that I really needed one, as long as
the quality of my practice didn't suffer from it.

We entered the court together when Mark spoke. "Hey Jason, Romeo, good to
see you, everything alright?" We both nodded before he continued. "Sorry
for not giving you a heads up Jason but as you can see I invited Romeo to
join us today."

"So I've heard, he said you thought it was good for me."

"Well, that's half of the story but yes, I think it would be good for you
to change up your practise a little bit. Apart from your official matches,
we almost exclusively train together 3 times a week, which means you are
getting used to playing me. Since different players have different styles
of play I asked Romeo if he would be interested in training together with
you. He is not quite on your level but should still be able to provide a
challenge so you get to play a different player and he gets to practise
against a better one. Win-Win right?" He looked very pleased with himself
and what he said appeared to make sense so I just accepted his explanation
and agreed. "Alright then, let's get this show on the road, and see what
you boys can do today."

We began with a couple easy exercises to get warmed up and spent the next
hour and a half of our training doing various drills that focused on
pressuring the enemy player by hitting the ball deep into their side of the
court.  Without taking any unnecessary risks hitting a ball like that makes
it much less likely that your opponent is able to go on the offensive. I
was pleasantly surprised to see that Romeo was keeping up pretty well. His
strokes lacked a bit of power compared to mine but his ball placement was
very consistent. Apart from cheering each other on and exchanging the odd
compliment here and there when one of us hit a particularly good ball, we
barely talked and all our attention was focussed on the different
exercises. It was pretty obvious he is most likely just as competitive as I
am because every missed ball resulted in a bit of frustration on his
end. Trust me when I say I can relate, because I do exactly the same.

After Mark was satisfied with the results he decided to up the ante by
pitting us against each other for a bit of a friendly competition. He put
down seven cones on his side of the court and challenged us to knock them
over. We had to take turns taking a shot at the cones and whoever lost had
to do 25 push-ups.

We lined up on our side and a grin formed as I confidently said to
him. "Feel free to take the first shot, I don't want to ruin your day by
hitting the first cone right off the bat."

He just smiled back and retorted. "Are you sure? I don't want to hear any
complaints when you're struggling with your push-ups."

I motioned for him to step up so he was the first to take a shot and
instantly knocked over the first cone on the other side of the field. His
mom cheered from the side of the court and when he turned around to face me
I saw the biggest shit eating grin imaginable. "All right then mister, game
on!"

We both took our shots one after the other, but in the end I lost to Romeo
three to four. He was cheering like a little kid, and as much as I hated
losing I had to admit it was rather cute. As per our arrangement I got to
the floor to do my push-ups when Romeo followed and did the same.

"I am not sure if you noticed but I think you won." I said, somewhat
confused.

"I know, thanks for the reminder but let's do this together, it's more fun
that way." He got in position and started counting them out loud as I
followed his lead. The 25 were over in no time and before we knew it we
were ready for round 2. This kept on going for a few more rounds where we
both kept doing the push-ups regardless of who ended up winning. It was
good exercise and as Romeo had said it was definitely more fun this way.
At the end of it all I was properly exhausted and almost collapsed on the
bench next to Romeo.

"I don't know... Who thought of this...  But this was a horrible idea." I
said in between heavy breaths and some big chugs from my water bottle.

"What are you on about... I could do this for... Forever." He said equally
out of breath. He then slowly turned his head and when we made eye contact
we both couldn't hold our laughter.

"Alright boys." Mark interrupted. "I think you both gave it your all today,
good work." We both nodded as we enjoyed the comfort of not having to move
for a few moments. After a short silence and some contemplating Mark spoke
up again. "Considering this was a bit of a test, and I would call it a
success, I think we should turn this into a permanent arrangement Jason. We
would have to change your schedule a bit, but I think starting next week
you could have your private lessons on Monday and Wednesday, and train with
Romeo on Friday. What do you think? Assuming they agree as well of course."

I thought about it for a moment but didn't really see any reason not to do
it. Romeo was a good enough player to practise with and I still had my
other two lessons to work on my own technique. The fact that he is fun to
be around was a nice bonus and his mother cheering both of us on was
actually quite nice as well. After a deep breath I replied. "Sure, I think
it could be fun."

"What about you Romeo? Considering you only practise with me once a week,
and you were supposed to get private lessons as well, I can understand if
you would rather get those." He looked over his should to see what his mom
thought but she was giving him the `I don't care as long you are happy and
think it's good for you' look, then turned back to him and said. "I think
it's a great idea Mark, thank you for having me."

"The pleasure is all mine Romeo, that should be sorted then. You guys did
great today, I think we can call it quits and see eachother back here next
week." Mark said as he started packing his bag and collected all the
training material scattered around the court.

We both thanked him for the training and grabbed our stuff to
leave. Victoria joined us as we made our way to the exit. "Did you come
here by yourself Jason?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am, I always walk here since I live pretty close by."

"Would you like me to drop you off then? It wouldn't be any trouble." She
offered.

I didn't want to be any trouble to them so I politely declined. "Thank you,
but that won't be necessary. It's only a 15-20 minute walk from here, I
will be fine."

In typical motherly fashion I should have seen her response
coming. "Nonsense, you are coming with us, I would be a terrible mother if
I didn't drop you off."

I tried to protest again but Romeo cut me off. "You should give up Jason,
you don't know my mom very well but I do, you are not winning this one."

"Well... Ok then... If you insist...." I smiled at her as I somewhat
awkwardly agreed and followed them to their car. Did I mention it was a
rather nice one?

We both jumped in the back and once I had explained where I live, we took
off. I instantly got bombarded with questions and found myself a little
overwhelmed. By the time we got home she pretty much knew everything about
me except for the pin code to my bank card. Romeo wasn't really helping
either as he was just taking in the information and laughing at my
expense. I guess it's another one of those things mothers do to figure out
who they are dealing with, but since I grew up without mine I was
completely unaware.

When we arrived I got out and thanked her for dropping me off. It was
obviously no problem and when I made my way inside after waving them
goodbye, I felt like I had just ran a marathon. I usually just keep to
myself and the only other people I really talk to frequently are Mark and
my dad. So on top of the physical exhaustion being drilled like that caused
some mental exhaustion as well. Add to that the fact that I was sweaty and
smelly so I decided this was as good a time for a shower as any and made my
way upstairs.

Because our shower is quite big I often end up sitting on the floor with my
back against the wall if I am tired. Even though it's not the most
comfortable position with my legs being a little jumbled in there, I just
enjoy the sensation of the water crashing down on me while my muscles can
relax. I somehow managed to fall asleep though this time around, because
when I woke up again the place felt like a sauna. I quickly got dressed in
something easy and comfortable so I could listen to some music while
browsing Youtube and god knows what else to kill some time until dad showed
up. The rest of the night was pretty much as every other Friday night. We
ate together, watched a movie together, discussed the movie for a bit and
then called it a night.

The next morning I woke up much later than I normally do. Apparently I was
much more tired than I originally thought. If it wasn't for dad knocking on
my door, telling me to get my lazy ass moving, I would probably have been
asleep still. Once I got downstairs we both made ourselves breakfast (which
was more like a lunch at this point) and sat down at the table. Sometimes I
wondered if our conversations at the table are the equivalent of those of a
married couple that have nothing interesting to say to each other anymore
after 25 years. It was always the same routine, work, school, tennis, and
the occasional `when do I get to meet your girlfriend'. This time was no
different, except I suddenly realised I hadn't told him last night about
the new training schedule, and more importantly the addition of Romeo. His
addition was rather unique considering I had taken private lessons almost
exclusively.

After listening to a quick recap of yesterday's events he felt the need to
be nosey. "That was very nice of her to bring you back. Maybe we should
have them come over some time? I mean if you are going to be training with
him for a while, we might as well."

"Euhm no? Why would we do that? We barely know these people."

"Well, nobody said you had to invite everyone right away, but you pretty
much never bring anyone over. At least try hang out with Romeo or
something, if you both like tennis you might have other similar interests,
it could be fun."

"What do you mean I never bring anyone over, that's so not true!" I don't
know why but I felt the need to get super defensive, although he did have a
point.

"Really... is it? Because I honestly can't remember the last time you had
someone come over."

"Seriously dad? What about two weeks ago then? Dave was here."

"Dave is your cousin, I don't think that counts. Besides, he was here
together with your aunt because we hadn't seen them in a while. I don't
think that counts." He wasn't shouting, he wasn't wrong, but for some
unexplainable reason I just didn't want to deal with this and got
incredibly frustrated.

"Well, maybe if you were around the house every once in a while, you would
know who does and doesn't come over!" I spat, taking an annoyed bite from
my sandwich.

He sighed and took a deep breath before responding. Always calm, always
reasonable, god I hated that about him. Can't you just shout at me like a
normal parent. "Jason, that's not fair, and you know that, I try to..." I
cut him off, slammed my sandwich on my plate and started shouting.

"You try what dad? What is it exactly you try? To get your bonus at the end
of the year, to keep your clients happy? Please enlighten me, because you
sure as hell aren't home." As soon as I said those words I got up and left
for my room as he tried to talk to me.

"Jason... Jason sit down please... Jason." I didn't listen and slammed the
door as I collapsed on my bed.

I didn't cry, but an incredible sadness washed over me. It wasn't fair to
blame my dad for having to work a crazy amount of hours so I could pursue
my tennis career. He did the best he could as a single parent and obviously
cared for me deeply. If I had to guess, he is probably aware of the fact
that I am a little bit of a loner, and suggested bringing someone over
because of it. It's not like I don't interact with people, but he was
right. I don't really hang out with friends after school, I don't bring
people home with me, or have any sleepovers. It's just easier that way. Who
in their right mind would want to hang out with the gay kid anyway. They
might not know it now, but once they find out they will all abandon me
anyway, so I might as well save them the trouble.

I kept thinking similar thoughts for a few minutes until I heard a knock on
the door. "Jason, I'm coming inside." I sat up on my bed and put my feet
back on the floor as I waited for the inevitable. I didn't dare look him in
the eyes because I felt the shame wash over me, so I just looked at the
floor as I fiddled with my hands.

"Jason..." I looked up when he spoke and I could see the disappointment in
his eyes.

"I know dad, I am sorry." The first tear started to form which I tried to
fight back when he spoke again.

"Me too son, me too. I know I haven't exactly been around much and..." The
pain in his voice was quite apparent and I couldn't deal with it anymore as
the tears now started to slowly make their way down my cheeks.

"Don't apologise dad, you shouldn't apologise. I was being an asshole. I
know you try your best to be here as much as possible, and I know you would
do anything for me. What I said was really fucked up, I'm sorry. It didn't
come out quite as clearly as I had hoped in between the sobs and a poor
attempt at wiping my face clean, but I could see it meant a lot to him.

"I know I haven't been around as much as you would like me to be Jason, and
it's ok to be angry at that. But you know that I love you more than
anything in the world. Please tell me you know that."

"I know dad, I am sorry."

"It's ok son, it's ok." He sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around me
while I tried my best to calm down. After a minute or two I felt I had
calmed down again and decided for myself that this was as good a moment as
any.

"Dad?"

He looked down at me as he let go a little so I could actually look at him
while I spoke. "What is it?"

"I think I want to tell you something." As I said those words I instantly
regretted saying them because the voice in the back of my mind was telling
me I was making a big mistake. I had never told anyone before, so why
should I start doing it now. It's not like I was going to gain anything
from it, right?

He just waited for me to continue and I could tell from the look in his
eyes that he was trying to figure out what I was about to tell him. "I..."
I turned away and looked at the floor because there was no way I could look
him in the eyes while telling him this. "I..." Trust me when I say I tried,
but I just couldn't say it. I looked up at my dad once more and all I could
see in his eyes was a mixture of love, and concern. I turned to the floor
again and after another big breath finally managed to get it out in a
whisper.

"I am gay."

As soon as the words left my mouth I closed my eyes and prepared myself for
the worst. Every second felt like an eternity, and I was too afraid to look
up to see his reaction. If nobody wants a gay friend, imagine the
disappointment of having a gay son. After what felt like hours my dad
grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me towards him.

"Is that all?" He said softer than usual. "Look at me." I didn't, I
couldn't. "Jason... Look at me, please." I slowly opened my eyes but
couldn't bring myself to look at him so he slowly pushed my chin up with
his free hand until I finally looked him in the eyes. "I couldn't care less
what you are, you are my son, no matter what."

The moment I realised what he had sad I closed what little space was left
between us and hugged him for all I was worth. I cried into his chest while
he tried to calm me down and it felt like a literal ton of weight had
fallen off my shoulders. If I could stay like that forever I would probably
do it but after a while I let go and tried to put myself back
together. This wasn't particularly easy, but once I was composed enough I
looked up to find my dad smiling happily at me with a bit of a goofy
expression on his face. Not quite sure why, I looked confused and
asked. "What?"

His expression didn't change and after a while he responded. "Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing, obviously there is something." His goofy smile
was infectious so I involuntarily smiled as well when I said it.

"It's just... I guess I have been asking the wrong question all this time."

"Really dad, really?"

"What?" He tried to look innocent but failed miserably.

"Your only son just came out of the closet and that is your response?" Even
though I said that, the fact that nothing had changed felt like the most
amazing thing ever. The moment I dreaded ever since I figured out the truth
for myself was done, just like that. And everything was still the same.

"Well... I mean... I guess I have some questions, but they can wait."

"Questions? Like what?"

"Well, is that why you don't really hang out with anybody? Does anybody
else know? Do you get bullied? He was obviously lost in his train of
thought as he just asked me what came to mind.

"No dad, nobody knows, at least I don't think so. And I don't get bullied
either. It was just easier you know? I thought if I didn't interact with
any guys I could just do my thing and that would be that." He thought about
my answer for a while before he spoke again.

"Is that why you got so angry when I suggested spending time with your new
tennis buddy? What's his name again?"

"Yes... No... Maybe... Who knows, I guess so.  And his name is Romeo."
Thinking about it clearly made me uncomfortable and I heared him chuckle a
bit before he asked his final question.

"And eeuhm... Is he cute?"

I think my eyes popped out of their sockets when he said that and my entire
face felt like it was set on fire. "Whaaaat, NO!!! Get out, we are NOT
having this conversation!"

He just laughed even louder and got up to leave my room. "Alright, I will
be downstairs if you change your mind."

To Be Continued