° prologue °
"Elon Coyle, please come to my office. Right now!" A voice boomed from the speakers that was hanging a few tables down from where he and his friends were sitting. Seven pairs of eyes turned to look at Elon who's hands had started to shake with panic and sweat dropped down his neck as he locked eyes with each one of them, his eyes landing on his boyfriends.
One of the males had patted Elon's thigh and smiled softly. "It's fine, baby. You've got this." Elon nodded and stood up from the lunch table, feeling many pair of eyes on him now.
"We will take your things to one of our cars after lunch, my angel. You've got this." Another voice piped in, Elon too worried to catch who was even talking to him.
He only nodded as he threw his legs over the bench and started walking towards the front of the lunch room, where their was a teacher waiting on him.
Elon smiled softly at the teacher as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. The teacher held the doors open for him as he glanced once more at his friends before walking out of the doors.
"Your father isn't mad at you, you know that right? He's just heard a lot of rumors and wants to know what's going on." Elon nodded and he wiped his eyes, sniffling softly. "Don't cry my child, it's okay.." the sweet voice of his mother spoke as she pulled him too her chest, wrapping her arms around him firmly.
After his mother had managed to calm him down and started pulling him towards the office by his hand, he had stopped and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Momma, please get me Mimi or Van.." he sniffles as she nodded.
"Of course, but let's get you to your father first so you can start your story." He nodded and let his mother lead him towards the office that scared him to death. Knowing that his father sat behind those doors probably fuming after hearing all those rumors.
His mothers heels were the only other sound other then his sniffles that could be heard throughout the hall way as kids and teachers stopped their charters to stare at them.
It felt like years before his mother stopped in front of the doors, knocking softly as she turned towards her middle child.
"Remember baby. Just don't lie and you'll be fine.." she smiled as he heard the voice telling him to come inside. She opened the door, leading the way inside as Elon slowly followed behind her, closing the doors behind him.
"Elon Coyle, sit your ass down right now and start speaking." Elon sobbed and shook his head, no. His father stood up and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I-I'm not speaking without Mi or Van!" He hollered at his father and sat down on the chair in the corner of the room, wrapping the baby blue blanket that was purposely left their for him and his siblings.
"Elon, you're acting like you're going to jail. Stop being dramatic." His father spoke, sitting back down as he tapped his fingers along his desk. His wife had already left through the doors to grab her sons boyfriends as Elon was being dramatic.
"At least tell me that two of all those rumors were false, El.." his father spoke softly this time. Elon stayed quiet for a minute, just staring at his father who had wrinkles formed on his forehead from stress. His hair had looked like it had been tugged at vigorously, probably from stressing about his child.
"W-which two papa.." he whispered, his sobs dying down.
"That one, you're still my innocent baby and two, you aren't pregnant." His father chuckled at the redundant rumor, watching as a smile had formed on his sons mouth.
"Lies or no lies?" He whispered as his father squinted his eyes.
"Better lie if your boyfriends are coming in this room."
"Oh, well.. of course Papa! Those are both lies! I'm still your innocent child.." his father sighed as the door bursted open and two taller males came into view and Elon's mother following behind shortly.
Elon giggled and reached for his two boyfriends who had just walked up to him and stood on each side of the chair, knowing its best not to touch the smaller in front of his parents, especially his father.
"Now that your two lawyers are here," Mr. Coyle spoke up and pulled his wife down onto his lap. "Speak up."
Elon smiled widely, feeling as if all of his fears had been thrown out of the window now that his boyfriends are here and was ready to speak.
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Not the best first chapter, but I'm hoping I can fix it later. I had this thought in my mind for the past few day's and still do not know how to put it into words. I hope you enjoy and please, if any mistakes had been made, point them out politely.
Not proof read.
