"Hey mom, it's me. You must be out and about, um, can you give me a call when you can? I need to tell you and dad something. Thanks, I love you."
I hung up the phone.
"Are you sure about this?" Frankie asked.
"Yes, it's now or never." I told her.
"I'm proud of you." She said.
"Thank you."
She smiled.
"Enough about that though, today is a big day!" I cheered.
"Ugh."
"No ugh! This is exciting! You've made it to Corporal!"
"It's not that big of deal."
"To me, it's huge! You've wanted to be a cop and you are kicking butt at it!"
She smiled, "Thank you."
"I have to go get dressed!" Frankie said.
"Okay but I need a picture!" I said standing up.
"My uniform is the same." She told me.
"I don't care! We need to mark this date!"
I smiled and walked over to the desk to grab my phone. I smiled as the background came to life, it was a picture of Frankie and I kissing. Frankie had tears rolling down her cheeks. You see, her being promoted wasn't the only big thing to happen lately. I asked her to be my girlfriend officially, no more holding back. She said yes and we spent the entire night cuddled on the couch and watching cheesy romantic comedies. I also made her a deal, and that deal was that I would tell my parents that I was a lesbian.
"Okay, here I am. But I am going to be eating so you'll have to deal with it." Frankie said.
I followed her into the kitchen where she grabbed a plate of eggs and toast. I held up the phone and snapped the picture before she could even smile at me, I don't know why but I loved pictures where people weren't ready. To me that is when you got to see the real them, and not the rehearsed version of themselves. Frankie hated it though and most of the time made me delete them.
"I'm keeping it!" I said before she could intercept.
She huffed.
"You look so cute!" I squealed.
She groaned before finishing her breakfast.
...
I decided to go outside and get some fresh air now that summer was here. I
hated winter so I stayed inside as much as physically possible which was a good thing that I worked at home. Across the street at the court they were setting up the next festival, I couldn't really tell what the theme was but I'm sure Frankie would want to go. She loved festivals and trying new foods and experiencing new cultures. Frankie didn't open up much about her childhood and I didn't feel it was my place to push it much. If she wanted me to know then she would tell me but the only thing I really knew for sure was that her dad was a cop. I noticed a small child carrying a plate of food from the festival and they walked over to the bench and sat down next to a woman sleeping.
"Hey little man, what's your name?" I asked.
"Lucas." He said.
"Hi Lucas, I'm Clara." I smiled.
He smiled holding his plate of food.
"Are you all alone?"
He shook his head, "No, this is my mom."
I saw him glance at the sleeping woman.
"I see, do you guys live in the apartments?"
"No, well, you see we kind of don't live anywhere." He said quietly.
"You're homeless?"
He nodded.
"Stay right here, okay?" I said.
He nodded.
I hurried to the elevator and pushed the button several times thinking it would go faster. Once I was in the apartment I grabbed my wallet and got fifty dollars out of it before rushing back to the elevator. I ran outside and back to the park bench where Lucas was still sitting there.
"Here, I want you to give this to you mom okay? It's not much but I hope it'll help!" I told him.
He looked at me before taking the money.
"I can't take this." He said.
"Of course you can!"
"Thank you Clara."
"And I live in 2B in that building right there," I said pointing, "If you need anything, please come find me."
He looked at me like I was a ghost.
"Okay, well. Good luck, and be safe okay?" I said.
He smiled and nodded.
Once back inside my phone went off.
Mom.
I took a deep breath.
"Hey mom." I said.
"Hey sweetie, you wanted to talk? Dad is here."Great.
"Yeah, um, I actually just wanted to tell you guys something."
I bit my thumb.
"What is it?"I took a deep breath.
"Well, um, mom, dad, um, I just wanted to tell you that I am in love with Frankie, and I'm a lesbian."
Silence.
I heard dad start to get riled up.
"Mom?"
"Wow, if you are happy honey that I am all for you guys! Are you happy?""I am beyond happy!"
"So she loses the weight, and then shacks up with some girl she barely knows!" Dad roared."I've known her since I moved in dad."
"Don't start with this!" Mom said.The next twenty minutes I sat in tears listening to the two of them argue. Mom was supporting me, but like I feared, dad wasn't happy. I told them that I would call or text them tomorrow and hung up the phone.
I was happy, so why couldn't everyone be? I should have figured that dad wouldn't be happy though because everything I did or said was wrong in his eyes.
"I'm home."
I looked around to see Frankie standing there.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.
I hadn't noticed that I had been crying. The second she walked up to me I just lost it and she pulled me into a hug.
"I take it you told them, and they reacted badly?" She asked.
"Mom is fine with it, but dad freaked out." I cried.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, he has always been that way. I guess I shouldn't really be shocked."
...
"Are you going to show me?!" Frankie groaned.
"One second!" I giggled.
I made the decision to buy a new outfit, however this outfit was going to be my work outfit. I know that I didn't have a so called normal job, but I did meet with clients often and I wanted to look professional. My name was being spread around more now which was super exciting! So I wanted to look professional.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"DUH!" She screamed.
I walked into the kitchen.
"Whoa." Frankie said.
"You like?"
"GIRL. I may need to walk away. WHEW!"
I giggled.
"You look, wow. Just amazing."
I beamed.
I had come so far from where I was when I moved into this apartment building. I was as big as a house, jobless, friendless, and only one supportive parent. While I still have one supportive parent I now was at a weight I was happy with, I had a job that I love, and an amazingly beautiful girlfriend.
"Wow." Frankie said.
"I'm glad you like it!" I told her.
"I do."
I smiled.
"By the way, before I forget. I saw a house the other day.." She hinted.
"A house?"
"Yeah, it's small but cute! I thought maybe it was time for a change?"
"How much is it?" I asked.
"About 65,000."
"Frankie, we don't have that yet."
"I know, but we are close! A little more hard work from both of us and we could be in there in no time!"
I thought about it for a moment.
"Okay, let's go for it!" I smiled.
"YES!" She cheered.
This was my life, and I was going to live it my way, support of my dad or not!
Go Clara!