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Joey's P.O.V.

Daniel and I walk to the kitchen, keeping a healthy distance from eachother. Now really isn't the time for us to be very touchy.

When we make it down, I see that my mom and Daniel's dad are already sitting beside eachother on one side of the table. So, I guess Daniel will be sitting by me. Good. I always feel better when I am close to him.

"This looks amazing Mrs. Graceffa!" Daniel says taking a seat directly in front of her with a huge, gleaming smile. Daniel and I walk to the kitchrn, keeping a healthy distance from eachother. Now really isn't the time for us to be very touchy.

When we make it down, I see that my mom and Daniel's dad are already sitting beside eachother on one side of the table. So, I guess Daniel will be sitting by me. Good. I always feel better when I am close to him.

"This looks amazing Mrs. Graceffa!" Daniel says taking a seat directly in front of her with a huge, gleaming smile.
"Well, I helped a little. But maybe you should thank the real chef," my mom says motioning towards me.
"Okay. Well Joey, this food looks absolutely amazing," Daniel says staring me straight in the eyes like he wants to kiss me. And believe me, I want to kiss him too. But I don't think that would work out very well.

I pick up my fork and I just about stab a piece of food when I hear my mom cough in an unnatural way. I look up and she is giving me a death glare. It is almost like she is trying to saw me in half just with her gaze.
"We have to say grace, Joey," my mom says through slightly clenched teeth.
"O-okay," I say. I hate saying the prayer. I am so bad at it. Just as I am about to open my mouth, I hear someone else speak.
"May I say it?" Daniel says to my mom with his charming smile again.
"Oh, of course," she days reflecting the charming smile right back to him. Daniel grabs my hand under the table without our parents seeing. He rubs circles on it for the whole prayer.
"Dear Lord heavenly father, I want to start off by thanking you for all that you do. You truly are amazing. I pray that you will follow over each of us and make sure we are happy, and safe. Thank you for making these people cross my life's path. I am so glad I met them. And lastly, please bless this food for the nurishment of our bodies. In Jesus's name we pray, amen," Daniel says. Even though Daniel has been through nothing but complete shit these past few hours, be still is smiling. I don't know how he does it, but I am grateful he does. He gives my hand one last squeeze before releasing it and picking up his fork.

"So, what did you guys organize while at the church these last three days?" I say trying to break the awkward silence and figure out if all they did was have sex or if they got some shit done. I stab a few pieces of pasta with my fork and stick then in my mouth while I wait for their response.
"We organized a canned food drive. Alot of the parents of the church are staying at the church on Saturday and Sunday while we all collect food for the homeless. Sorry, but you boys are going to stay in this house together over the weekend," Mr. Preda says. I guess he thinks us being alone for forty-eight hours is a bad thing. But, it isn't.
"That's great! I mean the canned food drive stuff," Daniel says trying to clarify that he didn't mean spending the weekend with me was great, even though I know that was what he meant.
"Yeah it is. I would ask you to come, Joey, but you know how the parents feel about your sexuality. Especially me!" My mom says to me. And then her and Daniel's dad just start busting out laughing. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. And then, I drop my fork, running to my room. Our parents don't stop their laughing. No, I can hear them even over the sound of me slamming my door.

I hear a knock at the door. Why is my mom coming to apologize now?
"Go away mom!" I yell and then slam my face into my pillow.
"Joey, it's Daniel," Daniel whispers through the door. I stand up and open the door and then run back to my bed.

"What's wrong baby?" Daniel says walking towards me on my bed. He pulls me into a hug and then I push him away and stare at him for a second.
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'? Is that some type of joke, Daniel?" I say to him in a very confused tone.
"Well you ran out so I figured something upset you. So I said I was going to come check up on you. So, what's wrong?" Daniel says again as if it is a real question.
"You're really that fucking stupid that you have to ask me what upset me? Do you have ears?" I say raising my volume just a bit to get his attention.
"Joey! I can't read your mind!" Daniel yells in my face. Really?
"You don't have to read my mind! It was kinda obvious what upset me. Or atleast I thought," I say legitly confused as to why he is being so oblivious.
"Well I think you are over reacting," he says backing out of my face a little. Good thing too.
"You have the nerve to tell me it is no big deal? Really Daniel?" I say to him quirking my eye brows. What the fuck is going on?
"Joey it is just your sexuality. Ut is just who you are! Don't be upset other people don't accept you," Daniel says completely oblivious to what is about to hit him.
"You're one to talk," I retort back very rudely.
"What is that supposed to me," Daniel says with alot of attitude in his voice.
"Daniel! You fucking won't come out to anyone because you are scared they won't accpet you! So don't sit there and pretend you are all high and mighty!" I say softly. Yes, I am mad at him. But no, I don't want to accidently out him just because I am mad at him. And that is it. He sits there without anything to say. He runs his hands through his hair and stands up. He opens my door, relocks it, and then closes it back. Leaving me all alone.

Did we really just fight? Whatever I didn't do anything wrong. Well, so I think.