Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2024 00:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thicker Than Water Chapter 21 (Gay/Young Friends)

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Chapter 21


Bryan stood in the parking lot feeling rather impatient. He fidgeted so
much Terra asked him a few times if he needed to pee.


"See you on Monday," Kris Wilks called out to Bryan, as Kris and his
friends walked towards the bus area.


"Yeah, see ya," Bryan replied.


"Now, Kris is talking to you?" Terra asked with a skeptic yet shocked
look. "What the fuck is up with today?"


"I don't know," Bryan said, also stunned.


"That's like, what, half of our class that's been way too friendly?"


"Something like that. I wish Kenny could've been here."


"Odds are, he would've bolted. You know how he is when it comes to being
the center of attention."


"Speaking of...," Bryan said, as he saw his dad's truck pull up. His
lightened heart got heavy when he realized Kenny wasn't there. As he and
Terra got in, Bryan asked his dad, "Where's Kenny?"


"He's not feeling well," Diego replied, giving his son a hug. "I don't
think he'll be able to go out tonight."


"Well, that sucks," Terra said. "I didn't think he was hurt that
bad."


"Dan got in a few blows, apparently, and Kenny also has a slight
concussion, along with a pretty good shiner. He was sleeping when I left,
so don't wake him up."


They picked up Caleb from a friend's house on the way home and was given
the same instructions. Terra and Caleb talked about fifth grade, while
Bryan and Diego remained silent, each lost in thought. Steve had ordered
a couple pizzas, so Diego didn't have to cook or get something on the way
home. Kenny was on the couch in the living room when everyone came into
the house. He looked miserable, with the swelling looking a lot worse
than it had that morning. Bryan pulled Kenny into arms and held him,
prepared to ignore any comments hurled his way, and was thankful when
none came.


"How was school?" Kenny asked, as Bryan gently stroked his hair.


"Um...," Bryan said, struggling to find the words. "It
was...well...interesting."


"Did you get into any fights?"


"Nope. I definitely didn't get into any fights."


"Then why are you being weird?"


"It was a weird day." Bryan leaned down and kissed Kenny on the
forehead. "I was expecting to get into a fight or two, but...everyone
else had different plans...."


"You're not making sense." Kenny was clearly getting frustrated with
his boyfriend, as Bryan continued to be evasive.


"Everyone was being super nice," Terra said, sitting on the floor next
to the couple. "Like, really nice...like creepy nice, but not in a bad
way."


"Yeah," Bryan added, thankful for the assist. "I couldn't get to my
classes without an escort of at least three other kids, most of them I
still don't know."


"What?" Kenny said, rather perplexed. "That doesn't make any sense."


"Yeah, it does," Caleb said, sitting at the end of the couch, putting
Kenny's legs on his own. "It's pretty obvious that they were protecting
Bryan." All three 8th graders looked at the 5th grader with stunned
looks. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


"It just wasn't obvious to us, I guess," Bryan said.


"I'm not stupid, you know."


"Nobody ever said you were; in fact, I think we feel stupid for not
thinking of it like that. It makes total sense now."


"Why didn't you ask?"


"I think we were just shocked by it," Terra added. "Most of these
people never gave us the time of day before. I mean they were never rude
to our faces, but they were being extra nice, I guess, it just caught us
off guard. And, for the record, Caleb, you're the smartest 5th grader I
know, and if anyone calls you stupid, I'll kick their ass."


"Language," Diego said from his chair. "But, Terra's right, Mijo.
You're very smart, and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot."


Caleb smiled to himself and turned his attention to the television.


Diego left for work around 4:30pm, leaving Steve to watch a house full of
kids. He hadn't been in that sort of situation since he was about their
age, when he and his friends played Dungeons and Dragons. He had half a
mind to ask if they wanted to try it out, but it was only a fleeting
thought. Kenny was still pretty banged up, and neither Bryan nor Caleb
had ever shown interest when Steve had brought it up before. Terra might
have been the type to play, but the game wasn't as fun with only two
people; plus, Terra was there to hang out with her friends and not him.
Instead, Steve let them pick a couple movies to watch, and he mostly kept
to himself, after making popcorn for everyone.


"Hey Steve?" Bryan said between movies.


"Yeah, Buddy?"


"What happened with that job interview you went on? You know, the one
your friend got for you?"


"Oh, yeah, I got the job."


"Really?!" Caleb said, "Why didn't you say anything?"


"I told your dad. I guess with everything else going on, I forgot to say
something to you two."


"What's the job?" Terra asked.


"Well, head coach of the Washington High basketball team, and physical
education teacher."


"I didn't know you're a teacher," Bryan said.


"I have my degree, but it doesn't pay as much as the mill does...well,
did. The mill cut all the overtime and they're trying to cut back on our
hours despite the union contract. In the end, it would be the same pay as
being a teacher; plus, I can work at the mill during the summer"


"Doesn't that mean you'll be our teacher next year?"


"Maybe. They have a couple P.E. Teachers already, but one is retiring
before the year ends. Don't worry, Bryan, I won't treat you special if I
do become your teacher."


"Jeez, thanks. So much for the perks of having your stepdad being your
teacher." Bryan realized what he said and tried to recover. "Sorry. I
wasn't thinking--"


"There's no need to apologize," Steve said, dismissively but with a
smile. "I knew what you meant."


"When are you and Dad going to get married, though?" Caleb asked.


"We've already been over this, guys. I love your dad, and I know he
loves me, but we're taking things slowly. We've both had our fair share
of bad relationships, and we want to do this one right, especially since
we both care about you guys very much."


"But it would be cool if we had a second dad."


"You mean third dad?" Terra said, which earned her a severe look from
Bryan. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."


"I don't remember Calvin, so he doesn't count," Caleb said, rescuing
the situation. "Anyway, Steve, can I call you dad?"


"Um," Steve said. "I think that's a conversation for you and your
actual dad. I'm honored and flattered you want to call me that, but I
don't want to step on anyone's toes here. I'm new to your family as it
is, and I don't know how appropriate it would be."


"Okay," Caleb replied, and turned back to the TV.


Terra was passed out on the floor by the time the second movie was over.
Kenny had fallen asleep shortly after it started, with his head on
Bryan's lap. Caleb had managed to wedge himself between the back of the
couch and Kenny, with his head on the teen's stomach. Bryan moved himself
out from under his boyfriend to help Steve clean up.


"Thanks for everything," Bryan said to Steve, as they cleaned up the
kitchen.


"You're welcome. Hope I wasn't too much in the way."


"Nope. You're part of the family, so you have every right to be here."


Steve smiled. It was only a few months ago that Bryan wouldn't have said
a word to him unless it was absolutely necessary, and now he was calling
him family. He fought every urge to hug the boy, not wanting to ruin the
moment. However, there was something that he wanted some answers to.
"So, Caleb wanting to call me dad...what do you think about that?"


"What do you mean?"


"Does he usually ask to call your dad's boyfriends that?"


"No," Bryan said, seriously. "He's never asked any of the others
before, actually."


"Really? So, why me?"


"I don't know. Probably because he likes you? This is new to me, too.
You're, like, the second or third live-in boyfriend Dad has ever had, at
least since he took us in, and honestly, you're the best boyfriend he's
ever had. I know you and Dad said you're not wanting to rush things, and
I get that, but Caleb has only known one parent. As much as Donna wanted
to be, she was never really a mother to us, and you know everything about
Calvin, whom Caleb doesn't even remember aside from Donna's funeral."


"Yeah, I can see all that. I like and care about you all very much. I
just don't know how to proceed."


"Talk to Dad about it. If you don't want to be called 'Dad,' Caleb will
respect it, but it's really my dad who needs to be okay with it."


"That's fair. By the way, if your dad is okay with Caleb calling me dad,
you certainly don't have to."


Bryan paused, not sure how to phrase his thought without sounding like an
asshat. "Well, to be honest, I hadn't planned on it. I mean, if you and
Dad ever get married, you'd obviously be my stepdad, but I'm not sure I'd
still call you dad. No offense."


"None taken," Steve said. He figured that's how Bryan would feel about
the whole thing, anyway. "And to be honest, I never thought about having
kids, even if I had a girlfriend or wife, but if your dad and I do get
married, I'd be honored to have you and Caleb as my stepsons. You two
really are great kids, and Calvin is a fucking moron for having left
you...but I'm glad he did."


"Thanks," Bryan said, smiling, "me too. I could tell from our messages
that I wouldn't have liked him as a parent."


"Who are we talking about?" Diego said, as he entered the kitchen. He
looked exhausted.


"Family," Bryan said.


"Yeah? Who got in trouble?"


"No-one," Steve said, as he hugged and kissed his boyfriend. "They
were perfect little angels."


Diego kissed Steve then looked at Bryan and said, "So you got him lying
to me now, I see."


"Really? Is that how it is?" Bryan laughed.


Diego looked into the living room, saw the three masses of bodies, and
replied, "You're the only one up, so clearly, it's your fault."


"Rude. For the record, Sampson is awake, too."


"You might want to look again."


Bryan turned around and saw the dog curled up with Terra on the floor,
both fast asleep. "Traitor," he said, to the dog, who didn't move. To
his father and Steve, he said, "I think I'll get everyone else to bed.
You two have a lot to discuss."


Steve looked like he swallowed a goldfish, while Diego looked confused.
Diego asked Steve, "Really? What do we have to discuss?"


Bryan first carried Caleb to bed, then woke up Terra and Kenny, so they
could go to his room. Sampson walked himself into Caleb's room. "Good
night, Dad," Bryan said, as he hugged his father. "Good night, Steve,"
he added and gave the man a hug.


"Good night, brat," Steve said, playfully, as Bryan laughed and went to
his room.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 22***

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