Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2013 17:14:41 -0800 (PST) From: Walt Michael Subject: I'll Make You Popular- Chapter 15 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is about 2 teenage boys who find themselves and what not. The story involves sex between them and between other people. If this offends you then click the x button in the upper right hand corner. If it does not then enjoy the story. Don't forget to donate to the site! Keep the site free! Thank you everyone who has emailed me! It makes me happy to know people are enjoying the story! Just to let you know, I had to edit this chapter myself! So bare with me grammar mistakes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dylan I have never been more nervous to play hockey in my life. I mean I usually have some type of nerves before stepping on the ice. But nothing like this... I was not only called up to play on varsity. I was playing on the top line with Jjay and Matty. I can't believe I'm on the top line... Why the fuck am I on the top line? There are so many other people that could be placed on the top line! Why me? God I'm going to fail miserably I'm going to be kicked off the hockey team in general not allowed to play ever again except for random rec leagues as I get older. God I am so nervous. Jjay was sitting next to me. He was listening to his iPod; getting psyched up for the game. What was my pre-game ritual again? Oh my God. I forgot my pre-game ritual... I forgot my pre-game ritual! Wait... I remember now. Right skate then left skate. Sit in front of my locker. Clear my mind and sit waiting for the coach to come in. Right clear my mind. THAT will be easy. But I have to do it. Come on clear your mind. So I sat there, breathing. Just breathing. It took a little bit, but I slowly felt my mind clear; the nerves going away. I felt Jjay nudge me and I looked over at him. "You ready for this?" He said, I nodded my head. "It took a little bit, but I was finally able to clear my mind." I said. "What you worried or something?" He said, "Well... yea, I mean I just moved up to the top line on JV and now all of a sudden I'm top line on varsity?" "It shows the coaches know you are working hard. Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll be fine," he said, "plus you got me out there. I'll make sure you don't fuck up." He placed his hand on my head and ruffled up my hair. "Hey," I said laughing and pushing his hand away. "You got this Dylan. You're talented at the game and you can only get better. Playing against the number 3 team in our league will only help you. Plus they have the top goalie. It gives us a challenge." "Hey I resent that!" I hear coming from the other side of me. I look over and there sat Blake Wood; the starting goalie. "I am totally the best goalie in this league. Best Save Percentage and GAA right here." "Yea, yea, yea Woody" Jjay said, rolling his eyes. Woody had this totally fake angry face on for a few seconds before both him and Jjay started laughing. I think I'm going to like it on varsity. I lined up on the left wing and got ready for the opening faceoff. This was going to be my time to shine. I will prove that. The puck dropped and I went forward towards the opposing defensemen and stole the puck as it went backwards after Chase, Chase being the opposing center, won the puck backwards. I skated in being able to pass by the defensemen, and went in on the breakaway. A thousand thoughts went through my mind as time slowed down. It was just me and the goalie. The number one goalie in the freaking league. No don't think that, you can beat him. You have been trained by the number one player in the league. You got this Dylan. You got this. What should I do? Quick wrister? Deke to my backhand to flip it in? I have to get him moving laterally for that and I'm going straight on him, so that won't work. 5 hole? I might be able to beat him. I don't want to be too show-boaty in my shot. It's only the first shot of the game. Don't want them to kill me for the rest of the game... Fuck that! I want to score, who cares what they think! I went in and fired a wrist shot. The goalie went down into the butterfly, but my puck went up to his shoulders and CLING it went off the crossbar and into the netting behind the net. GAH it was so close! I almost scored my first goal on my first shot! And it was a breakaway! I circled around the net and went to the faceoff circle and got ready for the faceoff. "Ey' think a little kid like you can play like that? Keep doing shit like that, you'll find yourself on your ass all game." The kid that lined up next to me said. I kept my mouth shut. I'm not that great at trash talk. So I usually just ignore what the other team says. They just try to get you off your game. Seriously my trash talk sounds like a new born learning to talk. I'm just very bad at it. The puck dropped and this time I skated behind the net and took a pass from Jjay who got the puck from the faceoff dot. I skated around behind the net and centered the puck into the slot to a waiting Matty who one-timed it top shelf into the net and like that that we were up 1-0 and I had my first point on the varsity team. Also I didn't fuck up! I played the puck perfectly and didn't fuck up! Did I mention I didn't fuck up? Because you know, I didn't fuck up. The rest of the game went pretty well. I picked up another assist on the game winning goal late in the third period. It was an amazing feeling. To you know, not fuck up. I actually played well. Almost the entire team made it a point to say something to me about how I played after the game. I guess they want to make me feel welcome on the team or something. I don't know, but it felt great to receive compliments on my game from every one of the team. I finished pulling on my shirt went I saw Logan walk into the room. The team seemed to go wild when they saw him. Asking him how he was and all. He looked like the normal Logan; living in the spotlight. He seemed to really shine in it. He was definitely made to be popular and one day be famous. I just hope I'm not left behind when he takes off. He walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I could tell he really wanted to pull me into a hug, but appearances and what not. I understood. After my showing when he was hurt, we have to be careful. "What are you trying to steal my spot on the top line?" He said, "Breakaway to start the game?" "Well yea, you had your time on the top line, now it's my turn." I said with a smile. "Kids' better than you ever will be Logan." Jjay said from next to me, "You better watch out." "Oh? Now you're trying to steal my right wing away from me?" Logan said. "Trying? I already stole him long ago. It's just becoming obvious now." "Yea seriously Logan? You didn't notice? You usually notice everything, you must be slipping." Jjay said. "Haha funny," Logan said. We ended up going back to Logan's house. "Your family not home?" I said as we walked inside and sat down on the coach in this living room. "Nah, the rents are up in New York, prepping the house for the huge New Years Eve party they throW every year." "Isn't that a month from now? Why set up so early?" I said. "My parents throw this party so they can rub elbows with celebrities and politicians and the like," He said, "I get forced to go every year and have to play the part of the perfect son and pretend I don't dislike my parents." "You get to meet celebrities?" I said. Like seriously? I wish I could live Logan's life at times. I mean it would suck to have parents who didn't give you the time of day and what not, but he has an awesome car, popularity, rich parents, AND he meets celebrities. "Yea, I've had conversations with a few A-listers. But they kind of keep to themselves. I usually end up on the second floor with Tyler because we are the only kids there so I have to keep him entertained while our parents try to suck-up to other people with money. It's LOADS of fun." "I am seriously jealous of your life at times Logan," I said, "Minus the whole parents thing, but you get to meet awesome people and NEW YORK on New Years? How awesome is that!" "It's not that big of a deal. Why don't you join us this year? That way you can see what I mean. New Years in New York is overrated." Seriously? I was going to New York on New Years? That's fucking awesome! "I'd rather spend New Years with you anyway," He said. "Really now?" I said. "Yea, need to get my first kiss of the New Year out of the way early." He said. He leaned in a kissed me. Logan kissing me still sends shivers down my spine. It makes me feel so amazing. I broke the kiss, "wait where's your brother?" "When my parents go to New York, they drop him off at my Grandmothers, they have enough parental instinct to know when I leave the house at 5 am to go to my before school skating sessions that they can't trust Tyler to get up alone." "Oh... okay" I said. I leaned back in and started kissing him. I felt Logan grab my hips and pull me over so I was straddling him. His hands slowly moving down as we kissed. I ran my hands through his hair, his hair was so soft so...nice. His hands grabbed my butt, cupping it. It caused me to let out a moan. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, causing us to break the kiss as I got the shirt off and threw it to the side. I moved my head to his neck and start to kiss there; his hands moved under my jeans and boxer-briefs and grabbed my bare ass. I separated my mouth from his neck to moan. He moved his hands up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off throwing it to the side. Logan then grabbed my sides and moved me so I was lying on my back. He moved his face to mine and kissed my gently on my lips while slowing moving his hips to grind his clothed groin against me. Our naked chests were rubbing against each other, sending shivers up my spine. I could never get use to this. I could have had sex with Logan 1000 times and I will never get use to the way it feels. I felt his mouth leave my lips and travel slowly down my chest, over my abs to my waist. He popped the button on my pants and pulled them down throwing them to the ground before licking my red boxer-briefs clothed rod. I felt like I was going to rip right though my underwear, I was so hard. I watched as he grabbed the waist band and pulled it down; my member sprung free; slapping my stomach before settling back into its full and upright position. I closed my eyes and sighed as he took me into his mouth. This was another feeling I will never get use too. The warmth and wetness of Logan's mouth, the light suction, the use of his tongue was incredible. Not that I have anyone to compare him too, but Logan has to give one of the best blow jobs ever. I felt myself getting close. I didn't want to finish too early; so I reached down and pulled Logan off. I heard a slight pop as he released me from his mouth. Logan moved up and kissed me on the lips; this time with more passion than before. His hands were working though my hair, slightly pulling on it. God it was really turning me on. I reached down as he kissed me and undid his belt and pants and tried to force them down. Which I was having difficulty doing. Logan, feeling that, flipped us over so I was on top. I pulled his pants down leaving him in just his black boxer-briefs. I quickly pulled those down and grabbed his member. It was warm and pulsating. A bead of pre-cum sat on the top of it. I licked up the rod, from the balls all the way to the head; swirling my tongue around it. I grapped the rest of his cock in my hand and started to slowly jack it while still swirling my tongue on the head. I heard a sigh of content escape from Logan's mouth. I took the head into my mouth and stated to bob up and down, being carefully aware of where my teeth were. Up and down and up and down I went, using my free hands to play with his balls. Every once in a while stopping to lick the head and use my hand to jack him. I heard Logan start to breath heavy so I looked up and watched him open his eyes and look down at me. I can't imagine what I look like at this moment; naked, a dick in my mouth like a cock slut, and looking straight up into some one's eyes. I felt Logan put to fingers under my chin. I let his dick pop out of my mouth and crawled up, where we started kissing again. As we kissed I felt his hands grip my ass. He slowly squeezed my cheeks, working them in his hands. I felt one finger slid down my crack passing over my hole. I moaned into Logan's mouth. Again and again he slid his hand over my hole. Then he pushed his finger in. It was raw, but it felt amazing. We kept kissing as I felt a second finger enter. He started to scissor me, I took a breath. That was when I felt the third finger. I was so turned on at this point. I felt like I could blow at any moment. I needed Logan in my now. I reached back and positioned him at my entrance. I didn't care if it was raw or was going to hurt, I just needed him in me. I slowly lowered down as he pushed into me. I let out a moan. It started to hurt so I stopped. Maybe raw wasn't such a good idea, but it's too late now. I don't care. It felt like it took ages, but I felt myself loosing up. I started to lower down again. Finally I felt myself reach his trimmed pubes. I let myself get use to him. Then I was ready. I started to slowly move up. I reached the top and went back down. Over and over again I did this, gradually picking up speed. Moans passing passed my lips at the same rate they were leaving Logan's. I felt him grab my hips and we flipped. I looked into his eyes and he fucked me, the brown-green of his eyes fixated on mine. He leaned down and kissed me, still pushing in and out of me as our lips locked. I was close, I wasn't even touching myself and I was close. Hell if I did touch myself I would explode. Nothing turned me on more than being fucked and kissed at the same time. Logan started going faster, than I felt it. Him hitting that spot again. The pleasure intensified. It had to have only been seconds later but it happened. I shot rope after rope; most hitting my stomach a little getting on my face. Logan kept going. Oh god it felt so good. Harder and harder he pounded me. I felt him pull out and I watched as he jacked-off and came onto my chest. He sat back, breathing hard in rhythm with me; our eyes locked. The Logan smile crept onto his face, a smile on mine followed seconds later. "Look who the big man on campus is now," I heard as something slammed into the locker next to mine. I closed my locker door to see Rickey leaning against the lockers. "Think you're tough shit now that you are playing with the big boys?" He said, "I bet you don't even last 1 more game. You're going to get your face beat in during the next game." "Listen Rickey. Why are you doing this?" I said, "I'm sick of your shit, just leave me alone. You have absolutely no reason to hate me." When did I become bold? I know I think this every time Rickey appears. I should stop being surprised really. I mean I did stop blushing when Logan walks up to me. Hell I am able to hold a conversation with him, I'm able to kiss him, and have sex with him! After all that, I shouldn't be surprised by being able to tell Rickey to shove it. "Just leave me alone Rickey. We both can't have anything big happen or we are off our teams. Just back away and ignore me for the next 2 and a half years. Okay?" "If only it was that easy princess," Rickey said, "My job in life is to make your life misera..." "The only way you are making me miserable is by forcing me to stare at your ugly face all the time," I interrupted. Shit... did I really just say that? I can come up with stuff like that and I can't trash talk on the ice? Rickey's face went red. He was angry, crap I may have pressed the wrong button. "Listen here faggot. I will fucking destroy you if it's the last thing I do. I will destroy you and the pretty boy faggot Logan." He said, "You will regret that statement." "You know what Rickey?" I said, "So what if I am a faggot? Is that honestly such a huge problem?" Shit... did I just say that? Did I really just out myself? Fuck, fuck, fuck shit shity shit shit! FUCK! Gah this isn't going to end well. Not at all. "Is there a problem here?" I heard Cody say as he walked up. "Yes, it seems the little faggot here just admitted he is a cocksucker." Rickey said. "Dylan?" Cody said looking at me. It seemed more of a `did you actually want to come out?' kind of thing. It's great to know that Cody is here to back me up. "Yeah, I'm gay. Get over it Rickey, there is no names you can call me to make me ashamed of who I am." I said, "I am who I am and I will never change that. I love being me, my life for once is going great and I'm not scared of what tomorrow brings." "Oh you should be Princess. You should be scared of tomorrow," Rickey said. "Very Scared" I watched as Rickey turned and walked away. It made me realize just how many people were watching us. Fuck did I really just out myself? "I think I'm going to be sick." I said. Cody grabbed me and pulled me into the nearest bathroom. I jumped into a stall and just started throwing up. I heard Cody whispering something but couldn't make it out, but he started to rub my back. After what seemed like forever I stopped throwing up. More so because there was nothing left to throw up, but I was happy it stopped. I sat back and leaned my head against the wall of the stall. I felt the tears falling down my face. "What did I do Cody? Did I seriously just out myself to everyone?" I said. "Yea you did, and all in all I think you handled it pretty well." He said. I knew he was trying to get me to smile, but it didn't work. "What am I going to do? Everyone is going to hate me now." "You didn't see everyone's face did you?" Cody said, "When you ousted yourself and Rickey started to rag on you more. People started at him. They looked angry at him." "You're just trying to make me feel better." I said. "No, they seriously did," He said, "You are going to be fine Dylan, you have Me, Logan, Jjay, Victoria, Amanda, and Sean on your side. You will get through this." "I guess... I guess you're right," I said. "I couldn't stay closeted for long could I? It was bound to get out eventually." "At least now it was on your own terms and you weren't forced out." He said, "We can make this work" We heard the get to class warning bell go off. "I guess it's time to get to class." I said. "We don't have to go, we could just skip." "If we do it will look like I'm running away," I said. "I just need to face this." Cody helped me up and walked me over to the sink. Just looking at myself in the mirror made me want to throw up again. Did I seriously say what I think I said to Rickey? God what am I going to do? I felt Cody rubbing my back again. "We will get through this Dylan, it's not going to be a big deal to the school," He said, "It will be alright." I took a breath and splashed water into my face. Trying to get the `just threw up' look off my face. I honestly don't think it worked. Cody led me out of the bathroom and to my class. We separated at my class. I took a deep breath again; it already had to be all over school. God I really was out now wasn't I? I walked in keeping my eyes fixed on my desk ignoring everyone around me. I sat down and resisted the urge to put my head down on my desk. I have to keep my head up to make it look like I didn't care I was out. That it didn't bother me and that I didn't want to run out of this room and hide in a hole. If people believed that though, they are idiots. God I really wanted to hide in a hole. "Hey Dyl... are you okay?" I heard Colin say to me. I met his eyes and notice this worry in them. Does Colin know yet? What if he doesn't know yet? And finds out and hates me! I don't think I could take Colin hating me again, even if it was just for a little bit the first time. "ummm yeah, everything is fine. I just had an argument with Rickey a little bit ago," I said, "Just a little on edge from it still." "On edge? You look like you just threw up," Colin said. God damn it! I should have splashed more water on my face! I should have done something to make me look less... throw-upy. "I'm fine Col," I said. "You know you can tell me anything Dylan," He said, "It won't change how I feel about you. We are best friends for a reason and I'll stand by you though anything." The bell rang and he looked away from me towards the board. He knows, he just isn't bringing it up until I tell him myself. He's letting me come out to him on my own terms. I walked out of class with Colin to find Logan standing outside of the room. "I'll see you in class Colin," I said. Knowing Logan would want to talk about this. "Are you sure? I don't mind being late." He said. He was thinking Logan was going to freak at me. I guess I really misjudged Colin and how I thought he might react. I mean I was 99.99% sure he wouldn't care but that .01% had me scared shitless, but it seemed I had nothing to worry about. I'm lucky to have him as a friend. "Okay, you know where to find me if you need me though." Colin said. He gave this look to Logan before walking towards our next class. "Let's talk," Logan said. He led me to a bathroom that had Jjay and Cody in it and threw the lock on the door. How have I never noticed locks on the bathroom doors? Also... why are there locks on the bathroom doors that lock from the inside? Isn't that unsafe? You would think they wouldn't have locks like that. "So you decided to come out?" He said turning to face me. "It kind of just happened," I said, "Rickey got me angry and I just said the first thing that came to mind." "And the first thing that came to mind was coming out?" Logan said. Shit he was angry. "Logan calm down," Jjay said, "You know how you get." "Right," Logan said, taking a breath. "This has already spread around school Dylan, you have to be prepared to face whatever comes your way," Logan said, "We will all be here for you. Know that." "I'm sorry, for doing this," I said. I felt tears coming on. Shit I'm not going to cry again. No I will not cry. "I fucked up, plain and simple," I said, "I should have talked to you..." "Dylan, you didn't have to talk to me about this," Logan said, "If you ever wanted to come out, you could whenever you wanted. It's not up to me to decide when you are ready." "But I fucked everything up!" The tears started to fall at this point. Shit I promised myself I wouldn't cry and here I go. Crying like a fucking wuss. Why do I always cry? Why? I felt Logan pull me into his arms and hold me; felt his kiss on my forehead. "Shhhh, you didn't fuck anything up," He said, "Would we have liked to have been ready for this? Yes we would have. But it happened, and we are going to help you Dylan. We all care about you. If someone has a problem with you; let us know, we will help you deal with it." "The only problems we probably we'll have will be from Jake and Rickey, plus their gang of merry men." Cody said, "Rickey told Dylan to be scared of tomorrow, so he has something planned already." "I wonder what it is, what could he have planned that took a few seconds to come up with?" "We won't know until he puts it into act. All we can do is react." Cody said. "Think Sean could find out?" I said, "He is Rickey's best friend." "That might work," Logan said, "Just how do we get him away from Rickey?" "I have his number I'll shoot him a text talking about the situation," Cody said, "He probably already knows and wants to talk to us anyway." There was a knock on the bathroom door. I had completely forgotten we were still in school. Logan walked over and threw open the latch and opened the door. "Care to explain why the door is locked, Mr. Kessler?" I heard a voice that could only belong to the principal. "We needed somewhere to talk privately," Logan said, he pushed open the door farther and Principle Cooper saw us, but his eyed locked directly onto me. Shit even the fucking principal knew. Even teachers gossip now? What the fucking fuck! "This is what we have a whole office full of guidance counselors for, Mr. Kessler, their jobs are too talk to you students." He said. "Yes, sir," Logan said. "Now get too class, the bell is about to ring." With that the Principal left us. "How fucking fast does news spread around this school," I said, "Even the fucking principal knew!" "High School is full of gossip, no use in worrying about it now," Logan said. "We are more pressing matters to get ready for." Cody said. And with that, we all split to our classes. God I hope Rickey is just bluffing. I really hope. So here I am now; sitting in my bedroom. It's 5 pm and time is moving so slow. Cody hasn't gotten back to us about what's going on. Which probably means Sean didn't know. Which means I'm screw. "Dylan Robert! Come down here now!" I hear my mother scream from downstairs. Shit... what's going on? She only uses my first and middle name when I'm in trouble. Did... did she hear about today? I started racking my brain trying to figure out what I could have possibly done wrong. Anything... anything at all. Fuck I don't think there is anything. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Is this Rickey's fucking plan? Did he fucking tell on me to my parents? I got up from my bed and walked to my door. I notice how much my hand is trembling. I squeeze it tightly to try to make it stop. But it was no use. I felt my whole body start to shake. Calm down Dylan. It's probably nothing. It's something you can't think of at the moment because you are so scared. There is no way Rickey would tell my parents. No way. `Oh you should be Princess. You should be scared of tomorrow... Very scared' There is no way Rickey would try to ruin my life this way. He has more common sense than this. He has too... I finally grab the door knob after what seems like forever, but probably was only a few seconds. I open the door and walk downstairs. "Yes Mom?" I said coming down the stairs and turning into the dining room. She was sitting there with just a cup of tea in front of her. She only drinks tea this late when she is freaking out about something. "I just got an interesting phone call," She said, "Is there something you need to tell me." "Not that I know of." I said lying. Maybe it wasn't Rickey who called. It could be anything. Oh please be anything. "Nothing at all? Nothing about you being a lying sinful queer!" She yelled, up she stood; the chair that was behind her came crashing down. "How could you lie to people like that at school like that?" She yelled, "I demand you repent and retract the statements you made today." "This is nothing to retrack mother, and there is definitely nothing to repent about!" I said, "It's who I am." "It is a choice, you choose to go down that path and I refuse to allow you to ruin your life this way," She said, "No person living in this house will go down that path!" I let out a laugh at that. Shit was I actually laughing at this situation? "What are you saying mother?" I said, "This is who I am, I didn't choose to be gay. Why would I choose a life that I know people disapprove of? That I know people hate? "That people choose this life is one of the most bullshit arguments that you can make." "You will not talk that way to me," She said, "And it is a choice and if you continue to choose this life. You will not be allowed to live here." "You're throwing me out?" I said, "I have been a perfect son to you. I have been a perfect child! I get good grade, I don't drink, and I don't do drugs. I fucking respect everything you have me do in life and all of it means nothing all because I'm gay... I can't fucking believe it." "Pack your bags and get out," She said, "It seems there is no reasoning with you. When you decide to get over this... this phase you are going though we will be here to accept you back." "Fuck you," I said. I turned and walked up the stairs to my room. "How the hell am I going to fit so much into a few bags?" I said. I grabbed all the bags I had in my closet and set them on my former bed. I felt myself start shaking again. I sat down on the bed and felt my eyes start to tear up. No you can't do that here. I can't cry when I'm still home. It will make it look like I regret everything. I stood up and walked over to my dresser and started to grab my clothes out of it and placing them in the bags. When I finished packing I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed Logan. It rung a few times and he picked up. "Hey what's up?" He said. "I fucking figured out Rickey's plan and he's already put it into effect. I need you to come get me." "What... what do you mean?" "He fucking called my mother and told her. The fucking asshole told on me and she just threw me out for not `repenting' or some shit like that." "I will be there as soon as possible. Pack as much as you can," "See you in a bit." We hung up the phone and I looked around my room this was really happening. I grabbed all the bags I could and walked down the stairs and out the front door. I threw them on the ground next to the curb and walked back into the house and grabbed my hockey equipment. I will not forget that. I dropped that down on the ground and stat on the curb and waited. I heard Logan's car before I saw it. He drove up and parked the car in front of me. He grabbed a few of the bags I had and threw them into the trunk along and put the rest of the bags into the back seat. "Get in the car, I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" I caught his eyes and he looked pissed... pissed and unstable again. He looked scary. That side of Logan was coming out again. I hated seeing this side of him. He just doesn't seem like MY Logan when he is like this. I hope he doesn't do something he will regret. "To have a chat with your mother" He turned and walked to the house and threw open the door and slammed it shut behind him. A few seconds later my dad and little brother pulled into the driveway. Shit... he doesn't even know yet. And how will we explain this to Zach? "Hey son what are you doing out here?" He said, walking up. Zach following a long behind him. "Hey Zach, why don't you go inside. There is... I need to have a talk with dad." "But I want to know!" He said, in that chipper voice that only a young kid could pull off. "Go inside Zach," I said using the stern voice I have to use with him to make him listen. "Awww man you're no fun." He said as he went inside. "What is it?" My dad said. "Your wife threw me out of the house." I said. He looked shocked. "She found out... she found out I'm gay and said if I don't repent and retract my statements I made today in school I can't live in this house." My dad's head quickly shot towards the window, my mother was standing there looking angry. She was yelling with someone. "She's yelling at Logan. He went in to talk to her." My father took a deep breath, "You won't be thrown out for long." He said looking back at me. "I'm going to work on her. Make her see that it's not a big deal." Wait... did my dad accept me? "Wait what?" I said. "I said, I'm going to try to make her see she is wrong," He said, "It's good you have somewhere to go, but don't worry son. I'll make it work here. You will be back under this roof." "Not sure if that will be such a good idea," I said, "She might accept me in the house, but she will never accept me as a person. Why would I want to go back to that?" "Because you have a father and brother who will accept you no matter what." That's when I felt more tears come to my eyes. My father grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, but I fought the tears. I won't cry. She's not worth it. If she can't accept me, she's not worth my tears. We heard the door slam, and I looked up and Logan was walking out the door. "Bye dad, I'll make sure to keep you updated on my life." I said. "It won't be for long Dylan," He said, "You have my word." He hugged me again and I got into the car and Logan and I drove off. Then I finally allowed myself to cry. Once we were out of sight distance of the house. Logan pulled over and reached across the car to hold me and I cried into his shoulder. After I regained my composure we started driving again and we arrived at Lo... my new house. He grabbed most of my bags, leaving me with only my hockey equipment and another random bag to carry in. We walked into the house and in the living room was his father, who, just like every time I've seen him before, was reading the paper. He bent the paper down and saw us. "Where do you think you are going with all of that?" He said. "Dylan here got thrown out of his house and needs a place to stay. We have a spare quest room we aren't using so I offered it to him." "You know we don't take in strays," He said, folding the paper back up. "Plus we don't want a menace living in this house that your brother can learn from." "He's got nowhere to go, and he was thrown out for a reason that isn't his fault" His father bent the page down again and gave me a look up and down. "And what reason would he be thrown out that isn't his fault?" Logan looked over at me and I just nodded. "He was thrown out for being gay," Logan said. His father's eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to look away, but I just stared back at him. Nothing could be said that could make me feel any worse. "He can have the guest room," He father said lifting the paper back up. "Thanks," Logan said. He seemed surprised. Well actually I was surprised also. Was it really that easy? Logan showed me to the guest room and put all my bags down. I laid down on the bed and he laid down next to me. I moved close to him and he held me. The last thing I felt was him kissing my forehead while rubbing my back. If going to fucking kill Rickey the next time I see him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well there is the 15th chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it! I also ask you to be patient in how long it will take me to update. I'm really bad at focusing. Also I'm sorry if it seems everytime Logan and Dylan have some type of sex something bad happens. That should tapor off now hopefully... If you have any criticism I would love to hear it.