001 // he kissed him

His family came from Mexico. They were traditional, they expected so much from their children. They wanted there children to have the things they never had.

London, if you would've seen him for the first time and then compare him to his family, he looked nothing like them. He had pale skin, a soft sculpted jawline, slightly puffy cheeks, with a button nose and bright blue eyes, his dark brown curls being the only thing even close to similar to his family.

His name wasn't even a typical Hispanic name, which was something that didn't bug him he loved his name even at a young age up until now.

When he was only four years old. He remembered his family have their annual barbeque for fourth of July. He ran around with the neighbors boy. He remembered kissing the boy straight on the lips. They both laughed about it but everyone else didn't.

He remembered his father forcing him to stay inside the house that summer.

London didn't understand, he was four and he saw it as normal. But his parents told him that it wasn't, drilling scary thoughts into his head.

"If you kiss or marry a boy you will go to hell and burn." His father told him that day, he also told him that it was a sin to love another male. It scared his little self, making him cry.

He was only four.

After that experience, London distanced himself from relationships, whenever his parents asked him about it, he would always say that he's just not into relationships right now.

But the truth was, he was really into relationships, way more than he should.

His father would pressure him, telling him that he better find himself a girl, telling him more thoughts that stayed in his brain.

London's family kept asking about relationships, his grandparents already expecting more from him, more than they expected anything from his other siblings.

This stressed him out, a lot. he often hide himself from his family, he stopped communicating.

He just stopped.