Richie Tennyson

On Monday, I realise that everyone has found out Stu’s secret. Only, it doesn’t seem to be a secret at all. Between my morning classes, I overhear Lisa telling Carrie that Stu was openly mentioning his ex-boyfriend at Lambchop Hill on the weekend. “He told me they were together for seven months,” Lisa says. “He said they were probably going to break up anyway, but obviously they had to when Stu’s family moved away.” “Did you see a photo of the guy?” Carrie asks. “No, but

In the morning, Dad’s back in the kitchen. I guess Saturday breakfasts with Dad are part of our new separated-parent routine. At least Vicky is a lot less hostile this morning. She digs into Dad’s bacon and eggs with vigour, and gloats about her detentions. “I still don’t think it’s wise to make enemies of the faculty,” Mum says. “Yes,” Dad agrees. “You still have two and a half years there.” “It’s people like you who allowed the Nazis to rise to power,” Vicky says. She learnt

After school, I meet Harriet at the front gates. Her backpack is bulging with books. It’s nearly as big as she is. “Have you checked out half the library?” I ask. “I’m reading more about Charles Dickens for context,” she says. “There’s a biography about him that’s meant to be fascinating. He worked in a blacking factory when he was a child, while his father was in a debtor’s prison.” “His father went to debtor’s prison? Just like—” “Mr Micawber. Yes, exactly. So I’m start

In the morning, Nicholas is waiting for me at the front gates. It’s been exactly one week since we last spoke. A week since we even made eye contact. Straight away, my hopes lift, my heart lifts. Our eyes meet and he gives me a half-smile. A single ray of sunlight has broken through the clouds. I try to hold back and only return the half-smile he gave me, but I automatically break into a big stupid grin. “Hi!” I say. “Can we talk?” he asks. “Yeah!” I can’t keep the excite

“Sit with us at lunchtime,” Vicky insists on the way to school on Monday. I mumble something that isn’t quite a yes or a no. I know she’s trying to help, but the prospect of another lunch with her loud Year 10 friends is too awful, and pity-friends are worse than no friends at all. As I pass through the school gates, I look around for Nicholas, out of habit. I don’t see him, but I do see the waiter from Sizzler’s, Stu. With his white-blonde hair and earring, he looks like a time-trav

Friday’s a little better, because I arrive at school knowing I’ll be alone all day. I am prepared to ready to take on my new role as the Ghost of Crampton Collegiate. I hear whispers about what parties everyone’s going to this weekend. Girls giggle about boys, boys grunt about girls. I don’t see Nicholas anywhere and, of course, nobody else invites me to anything. Nobody else even speaks to me, including Darren Park. Maybe he doesn’t feel like calling me a mean name today. On the bright si

The tips of his pointy ears are pink from the cold, but I know his hands will still be as warm as two slices of toast. But of course I won’t touch him – not here, in front of everyone – so I just inhale his clean laundry smell. “So, did you do it?” Nicholas asks. “Did you tell your parents?” “Well, I tried,” I say. “But they didn’t hear me. What happened was—” “Thank God.” Nicholas breathes a giant sigh of relief. “I almost called you last night to try to stop you. I think you

Sixteen-year-old Richard plans to come out to his parents - as he's in love with his best friend Nicholas - but his parents have a shocking surprise of their own. When he turns to Nicholas for support, it turns out Nicholas has a surprise for Richard too... I originally put this story on here around 7 years ago but I have made a lot of updates to it, so decided to republish. Enjoy!

Mum, Dad. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. Even the word itself sounds gay. It falls away – there’s no hard consonant at the end, no confirmation that you’ve finished. Not like faggot. But with faggot, you’ve got the opposite problem – the end is too hard, like a punching a brick wall. Maybe I can use another word. Mum, Dad. There’s something I need to tell you. I’m a homosexual. No, I shouldn’t say ‘sexual’. I don’t want to make them think about sex.

Thanks @Valkyrie and thanks @Cia for re-posting 🙂 I’m really delighted some readers have enjoyed it!

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@Nana Atuwa Thanks for reading! I love your reaction/comments, that you found it strange but also readable & thought-provoking. 😃