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Dangerous Liaison

... obsessed with dance and movies, and getting good grades so I didn't get grounded. Drew's dad pulls me aside one day when I'm over there. We're in the garden, away from everyone and he just asked me. 'Armenia. Are you gay?'"

"Whoa," David frowned.

"I think I must have looked terrified because he quickly reassured me it was okay, and I didn't even have to answer, but he was concerned that I didn't have support. He and Drew's mom wanted me to know that they were there to support me if I needed it."

David turned more to face me, his dark gaze intent on mine.

"I admitted I was, and when he asked if anyone knew I said I had told Drew when we were fourteen. His reaction, oh my God. He couldn't believe it. That Drew had kept my secret all that time. I told him how amazing Drew had always been and he got all tears in his eyes, which was really freaky, and he held my arm and said, 'Armenia, I cannot begin to tell you how proud I am of my son right now.' Then I got all emotional and he said, 'And I'm so proud of you.' Then it was hugs and Drew's mom rushing over to ask what's wrong." I paused. "They're fantastic."

"I take it your grandparents were not so supportive?"

"Fast forward to me at eighteen, and I finally told them. Malcolm, Drew's dad, came with me. As he had offered to do on that first night. My grandparents first reaction was to blame Drew."

"What?"

"I know. Malcolm was totally cool. He just said, 'If Andrew was gay I would be just as proud as ...

... I've always been of him. But seeing as I keep walking in on him with his tongue down Melody Harper's throat, I suspect it's unlikely!' It was great," I grinned as David simply roared with laughter.

"So their next reaction was I needed therapy, to fix my gayness."

He stopped laughing. "For fucks sake!"

"Yea, well Malcolm played them again. He advised asking the school for advice on a suitable therapist. We all played them. Me, Drew's parents and the school. My grandparents thought I was in therapy to get fixed, but actually I was getting really useful tools and life skills. More like, how to deal with their crap, really."

"Please tell me they were paying for it?"

"Sure, and they got a report every eight weeks, with all this bullshit about how we were making progress."

"Love it."

"Then I'm nineteen. As far as my grandparents are concerned the therapy is helping and they're willing to persevere because the alternative is too awful to contemplate. Then one day I collapse at dance class. I'd been a bit under the weather, but one thing we don't do in our family is slack off." "God forbid," David deadpanned.

"Only I've passed out on the floor and no one can bring me round. I wake up in hospital three days later."

"What the hell was it?"

"The doctors called it FUO. Which is doctor speak for they don't know!" I laughed when David rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't have gotten so sick if I had stayed hydrated and rested, but that wasn't really an option with my ...