Don't Be Scared

"And, how many nights will you be staying with us, Mr. North?"

"Just for tonight," he replied, taking out his wallet and raising his voice a litte too much, "My son and I are just driving through." The emphasis he put on the word "son" made me want to laugh. "Mykie, you got a five?"

I started fishing around in my wallet, and pulled one out for him.

"Dad," I said, trying to hand him the bill. He didn't look up. "Dad!" I repeated, louder, "Hello? TRENT!!" He spun around, wide eyed.

"Dude, don't call me that!! Oh, thanks..."

The woman at the counter gave us a look.

"He's my stepdad," I said, thinking fast.

"Yeah..." he agreed, looking relieved. The desk clerk gave a somber, knowing nod. See, I'm nineteen, but I don't look it. I'll probably be getting carded till I'm in the nursing home. So you can imagine how illegal Trent and I look together, with him at a fat, happy fourty four. And since my parents didn't really know about the two of us...

Trent paid quickly, got our keys and then grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the counter. As we walked away, I gave him a look to warn him she probably wasn't convinced. Again, he raised his voice. "I'm sick to death of this, you little pissant, stop calling me Trent!! It's bad enough I've got a fuckin' faggot stepson, and now you won't even show me the respect I deserve? When are you gonna come to terms with the fact that I'm a part of this family now?!" We reached our room and he opened the door.

"You'll never be my father!" I shouted as he closed it behind us. For one tense moment, neither of us said anything. And then that moment ended. We laughed uproariously.

"Faggot for a stepson? Wow, Trent."

"Oh, shut up..." He pulled me over into his arms, squeezing me tightly to his chest. He pulled back a little and took my face in his hands, pressing his lips all over my face and neck, with his fingers buried in my hair. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, wrapping my arms around his waist and lacing my fingers together. He smelled so incredible. I was in ecstacy. Suddenly, I felt his manner change. He stepped away and took my face in his hands, and I beamed up at him.