Ectopic: in an abnormal place or position

Keith Pov

We were moving to California, Pasadena to be exact.
It's just two states away from good old Texas. I've lived there my entire life and I've never left the damn state.
I've heard that California is hotter than Texas but I doubt that.
Try living through summer in Texas.
Literal hell.

It was June and only 3 weeks of classes left. I tried my best to convince Christine and Dane to let me have the summer and wait until September but they weren't buying it. So I have to start at a brand new school... For three weeks then summer. I don't see the logic in that but I love my foster parents and do as I'm told.

Pasadena is a 19 hour drive from San Antonio. Why didn't we just take a plane? Christine says it will help us bond closer as a family if we're stuck in a hot car together for 19 hours. Her exact words and I'm not kidding.

It was so hot out. I'm used to the heat but today was bad. I'm happy we hired movers to get majority of the furniture we shipped over weeks before we were to arrive. Less work, less exposure to sun.
It's 90 degrees out and I feel like I'm being slowly cooked alive by God. The air conditioner in the truck works but not very well so we had the windows rolled down.
I wish I could have Cole's view of the highway. I prefer window seats.
Just lots of fields and hills. My view was Cole's head in the way of the scenery, same thing on Meenah's side. I prefer to sit on Cole's side of the vehicle anyway.

We've been driving for 10 hours now and we've stopped every few hours at sketchy gas stations in the middle of nowhere to get snacks, stretch and use the bathroom.

We'd just got back in the truck and I had my bottle of sunny d I picked out from the overpriced drink selection at the last gas station we stopped at. Cole and Meenah were very upset when Christine said they couldn't get any candy because they would get all hyper and make the other 3 of us miserable. They were even more pissed when I got my sunny d and a box of rainbow nerds.

I placed the bottle on the side of my neck to make an attempt at cooling myself down. I had my head turned towards my left to where Cole was so I could let Meenah play with my hair. She says I have princess hair on a prince's body. She settled with a simple ponytail and allowed me to sit back up when she was done.
I felt bad for them so I've secretly been giving them small handfuls of nerds.
I get impatient often and I found myself ripping the holes in my jeans even wider out of frustration of being trapped.

When we finally entered Pasadena I was more than happy to get out of that damn truck.
I wished we would of just moved to L.A good thing it's only a few minute drive away. From what I heard Pasadena isn't the most exciting of cities.
Great.
When we pulled up to the house I at first didn't care about looking at it. All I cared about was escaping the truck.
Me, Cole, and Meenah hadn't seen it yet because Christine and Dane wanted it to be a surprise for us.
This house was pretty big. Much bigger than our teeny tiny Texas bungalow. It has a Fancy Spanish roof and the house was a nice light tan cement looking structure. I could see two turrets on the second floor on each side.
I was in shock.
"You didn't tell me it was going to be this nice!" I said to Christine.
"I told you I wanted it to be a surprise" She replied.
Neither Christine or Dane have high paying jobs so I'm a bit suspicious about how they can afford this house. Maybe it was cheap on the market? Maybe it's haunted and the owners just want to get rid of it to escape the ghosts or demons, maybe both...

Meenah grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the house.
"Grab a box each from the back" Dane called to us. I did as I was told. I let go of Meenah's hand and wandered back to the truck and grabbed a box from the back.
The next few minutes the moving truck had arrived with the rest of our belongings. The kids ran inside with the last two boxes from the back of our truck. I picked one heavy one up from the ground.
"I think you're going to like it here Keith" Christine said giving my cheek a motherly pinch.

Before I go any further I'm going to say it now.
I'm gay.
It's something I haven't thought about mentioning before, even though it's a very big part of my life.
Both Christine and Dane know I'm gay and they are more than happy that I am and support and love me to the highest of their ability.
Meenah and Cole are pretty young to know about this kind of stuff but I told them the day I came out
"that boys can like boys and girls can like girls and I'm a boy that likes boys" they were fine with their new found knowledge and didn't think twice or even question it.
These kids were raised perfectly.

I have liked boys for as long as I can remember but I'm not going to get into that. I just like boys.
I like to try and convince myself I don't fall under any gay stereotypes but I unfortunately fall under a few.
I'm really up to date with fashion. My sense of style is a mix of alternative and Tumblr whore.
I like fashion and style because I want to look like and make myself feel nice, who doesn't?
My style on my mood.
My style took a drastic turn when I briefly worked at a record store in San Antonio. I quit because I was too stressed. All of my co-workers had the coolest hippie/tumblr sense of style and I looked up to them. I was just a little gay boy who was fresh out of the closest and looking for my own style.

I to have my nails painted but I can't do it for shit. I get Meenah to paint them for me. I've even had acrylic nails at some points.

I have lots of items that have rainbows on them.
I like to wear fairly tight clothing.
I just find it more comfortable. I'm really tiny for a guy of my age.

I also like pink. I just really enjoy how soft it is.  It's not my favourite colour but it's just so nice and makes me feel happy.

There's a few more stereotypes but I'm not going to explain as they're really just irreverent for now.
I don't have the typical "gay" voice though. In my opinion I sound just like your average 17 year old guy. My voice isn't high or nasally like lots of stereotypical gay guys are.
Enough about this shit for now.