“It’s your mum’s birth certificate, Bill” Gabe said, William started to read allowed, “Siblings: Patrick, Andrew, Phoebe. Gabe… Your mum, she’s not on here, which means, she-““she must have been adopted” Gabe said, finishing William’s sentence. They both stood staring at each other in shock. Gabe’s hands started to tremble a little. “Hey, it’s alright” William said, grabbing hold of Gabe’s hand. “It’s not that” Gabe started it’s just-“William stopped him; slowly pulling him into a soft kiss.
Gabe slowly pulled away wishing it could last forever, but knew that it couldn’t. “What does this mean?” Bill questioned, unsure. “I-I don’t really know what it means, I don’t know anything at all Bill” Gabe whispered, avoiding Williams eyes. They were both confused more than they’d been in their entire lives. William turned to leave but as he took his first step he felt a gentle grip on his left shoulder, he spun back around. “Don’t leave Bill, please” Gabe pleaded “I-I just need a moment to think, okay” William responded, turning back for the door. “Bill, I’ve have crushed on you since I can remember, I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself. It was always meant to be” Gabe said, a couple of tears slowly running down his face. William nodded and walked out the shed door, feeling goose bumps appear as the chilly autumn breeze swept over him.
William didn’t know what to do, he was simply confused although wasn’t simple at all. Could it be possible that the boy of his dreams had been there the whole time, the boy he’d gotten on so well with for his whole life, could it actually happen? William went straight inside and went just as quickly through the front door and ran for the park, he crawled into a bush behind a massive palm tree and sat there. William started to think, about everything, was it meant to be, really?
By that stage Gabe was a crying mess on the shed floor, he didn’t know what to do. He stormed inside and slammed his mother’s bedroom door open. “Mum! Mum! FUCKING, WAKE UP!” Gabe screamed, he felt so much anger and hurt. She woke up and told him to get out, he ignored her. “Mum, please, tell me one thing.” He begged, “What do you want Gabe?” she answered in a daze, whether from alcohol or tiredness Gabe couldn’t tell. “Mum, look at me, in the eye and answer me, were you-““What Gabe?” his mother hollered, suddenly realising what he was about to ask. “-adopted. Mum, were you adopted?” Gabe finally spat out. “Yes” she answered simply, saying nothing more.