(A/n:- There is a short story competition in our college and I am planning to submit this piece of work. Do tell me your opinions, kids.

My Editor: -Coffeekoo (She legit spent her half-day fixing the grammatical mistakes and making the modifications. Thank you so much, love ❤️)

Have you ever taken your mothers who are top-class chefs to a fancy Italian restaurant to order a vermicelli dish out of all the fine things mentioned over that black classy menu?

Yes, you heard it right!

I have two mothers and in my world, lesbians, gays, and queers dominate the world. It's pretty heterophobic and straight people have no say. They either need to submit to their norms or isolate themselves from these people and die without basic rights to protect them.

It sounds pretty scary, doesn't it?

Welcome to my world, baby.

Now, the real question arises.

How is their one and only precious son going to convince them that he is straight?

And that the woman sitting beside him in a beautiful blue dress is his girlfriend and not just a classmate?

"What would you like to order, Jake?" My mother asked and my reflexes worked all too quickly. I instantly stood up, the chair sliding back, and the waiter passed by throwing me a weird look.

Yes, that's my name. It never sounded this scary until tonight.

I fixed my collar and slammed my hands over the table, keeping my facial expression serious.

"Moms, I have something to tell you!" I said, drawing their attention.

My girlfriend's lips curled into a joyful smile and she pulled out her phone to play dramatic eerie music. Suddenly, the lights over our table flickered like a scene from a horror movie. I felt an old lady at the corner of the room staring at me as if I bit her toe, causing goosebumps over my skin.

'Why the hell am I so anxious?' I asked myself but quickly shrugged my head to focus on my mothers' expressions.

"What is it? Are you going to say something or just stand there?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

I am straight.

Mom, I am straight.

Mom, I am straight!

The single phrase repeatedly echoed in my head.

I inhaled sharply and held my breath for a moment before I let the words topple out of my mouth. My vocal cords stiffened and vibrated involuntarily at a frequency and intensity that I had no control over.

"I am gay!"

My girlfriend sighed in disappointment.

And that's when I knew, I fucked up.

"And the earth is square. Why are you stating the obvious facts? Just sit down," His mother mocked before flipping through the menu to order something exotic.

"Yeah, right...I think the waiter forgot to take our order. I will go bring him," I tried to slip out of the conversation but my girlfriend grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.

"Moms," she began with a smile, "I expected your son to tell you the truth but looks like I can't wait anymore."

"Your son is actually..," She began and it felt like time slowed down around us with a hundred different possibilities running in my head.

"Mom, I am straight!" I blurted out and that's when I realized how loud my voice was.

The waiters and people who sat around us abruptly froze, all their gazes snapping toward us. My eyes slowly took in the expressions of my mothers who sat there stunned, unable to move as if electrocuted by those three words of mine.

"That's impossible!" My mom said in a raised voice, glaring at me.

"Why?" I asked with a frown plastered over my eyebrows.

"Because it is not possible," she began and stood up from her seat.

She clutched onto the table rim tightly to suppress her budding anger as she looked at me, "Every dish needs to be prepared with a fixed recipe for it to turn perfect. There needs to be a perfect mixture of all the ingredients to give the dish a palatable taste. If you go against the order of the recipe or try to modify it, it turns into something absurd. Nature has given an order for you to follow. You can't go against it, Jake."

I could only scoff at her explanation.

"What's wrong with trying a new recipe?" My girlfriend asked.

"It always fails!" My mom threw a warning glare at her.

"Excuse me, Madame?" The waiter intruded with two bowls of vermicelli and placed them over the table.

"We didn't order this," My mother said.

"I thought you might need them," the waiter smiled at me before leaving and that's when I took a better look at the two bowls.

A small smile built over my lips as I stared more at the bowls of vermicelli. I slowly shifted my gaze toward my mother who stood there with a disgusted look.

"You are right, Mom. The recipe needs to be perfect for the dish to turn out amazing. I agree that trying a new recipe ruins the original taste of the dish but that doesn't mean trying new is a sin. Being new isn't a sin. Being different isn't a sin. Vermicelli was originally used to create a spicy dish and won the hearts of many people. They created various forms of it but all of them followed a single rule of keeping it spicy. It was never broken and continued to be relished by people in the form it was invented. However, slowly people expanded their reigns to find something new. They continued to try and fail multiple times before creating something sweet of the same vermicelli," I stepped closer to my mom and took her hand in mine.

"Today, people also relish sweet vermicelli, Mom. It's okay if the Vermicelli changed its taste but it's still the same old vermicelli. It's okay to try out something new. It's okay to fail. And most importantly it's now normal for the vermicelli to be sweet too." I smiled as I looked at my mom who was on the verge of tears.

"It's normal to be straight, Mom," I explained.

Cheers and applause rang through the entire restaurant, the waiter who served us being the first to clap.

A/n:- What is your opinion?

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Love you, kids.

Maddie🙂❤️