Spencer’s PoV:

Well, last night I’ll never forget. I mean, I’ve only been her for what, a week? And I already have a crush? At least she likes me back. That’s good, right?

I left Ashley’s house early. I tried not to wake her, but that didn’t work. She kissed my cheek goodbye, and boy did I blush. I was terrified to go home, but I had to face Paula sooner or later. I voted for later, but that wasn’t really an option.

I tiptoed through the door, hoping she wasn’t awake, but with my luck, she was.

“Spencer Marie Carlin! Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick young lady! I told you to be home by 11 and what time is it?! 8:00 AM!!”

‘Shit…’

“Uhh, Hi Mom… Well I was at a new friends house and,”

“What friend?!”

“Her name’s Ashley, and it was past curfew and,”

“No, no excuses! And Ashley who?!”

“Ashley Davies, and would you’ve wanted me to get arrested?”

“Spencer, you are grounded for the rest of the week, do you understand me?!”

I didn’t answer.

“I said, do you understand me?!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“No go to your room!”

‘Bitch Ass mother Fucker.’

I don’t understand why my mom became such a bitch. She used to be my bestfriend, who I’d tell everything to. But ever since I came out, she hates me. She has nothing to do with me, all she does is yell at me. Like being gay makes me any less of a daughter somehow. I heard a knock on my door,

“Come in.”

The door opens and a head pops in, it’s my Dad.

“Hey kiddo.” He says smiling, I got my smile from him.

“Hi dad.”

“You and Mom fighting again huh?”

“Do we ever not?”

“I’ll talk to her okay? Why don’t you tell me how last night went.” He says, eager to hear what I have to say. You see, that’s what I love about my dad, it’s like when I lost my mom, he stepped in. It’s sorta like they switched roles. I like it better this way actually. I told him about Ashley and how it went, he always wants to know how my ‘dates’ go. I told him it wasn’t a date and all we did was hang out.