Holly's POV

I've stuck mainly to my room today. I plan to tell my parents together but Dad's been in work and I didn't want mum to see how agitated I am. She would know something was up straight away and want me to tell her there and then. So I've hidden in my room all day.

Dad came home about ten minutes ago so I give him a few more minutes to settle down before I leave the safety of my room.

The walk to the living room has never felt this long before. It's like an optical illusion, I appear to be walking toward the end of the hallway but the end gets further and further away.

Both parents are sitting on the one sofa together when I finally reach them, so I slide in and sit on the other.

"Hey Dad." I say staring at the T.V. screen but not seeing what is on there.

"Hey sweetie. Get up to much today?" Dad asks.

"Not really."

From the corner of my eye I can see my parents share a look. The type of look that comes after being together for a long time. From parents this look means, code red, something wrong with the child, how do we proceed?

"Are you okay, sweetie?" mum asks, moving down the sofa so she's closer to me.

Sighing, I position myself on the edge of the sofa. Partly turned toward them. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my fingers through my hair. "I need to tell you both something." I start.

Dad puts the tele on pause and moves into a similar position as me. Now I have their full attention and the nerves are choking me. I'm so scared, I feel like I'm about to burst into tears.

With a deep breath I say the words that I've hidden from everyone. "I'm gay." I can't look up, my eyes are glued to the patch of carpet in front of me. That piece of cream fibres keeping me safe.

The sofa jostles on either side of me as my parents surround me, taking a hand each.

"Holly," mum says smoothing my hair until I look up, when I'm looking at her she continues. "We know." She gives me a small smile.

"What?" I wheeze.

Dad squeezes my hand. "We've known for a while baby girl, we've just been waiting for you to be ready."

The tears start falling but it's relief that sets them off. "You both knew." I giggle, shaking slightly.

Mum and Dad gather me in a hug between the two of them. Both of them placing kisses on my head.

"We're so proud of you for finding the courage to tell us."

"I can't believe this, I've been a bag of nerves all day and you both just go yeah we know." I continue to giggle. I'm getting a bit hysterical.

"Well you and Kyla are not as sneaky as you both think." Mum continues to surprise me.

"Oh my God. You know about Kyla as well."

"Give us some credit. Speaking of Kyla, what's going on? She hasn't been over in over a week now."

I wince. "We're taking a break."

Now it's my parents turn to be shocked "What?"

"Can you not make a big deal about it?" I grimace.

"Talk." Mum orders.

Damn this turned fast.

So I explain everything that has happened in the last two weeks. From the kiss to the continued presence of Derek up to how I ended things. They remain relatively quiet until I finish.

"Has this break helped make it easier to see this idiot boy claiming to be with Kyla?" Mum asks.

I sigh knowing where this is going. "No." It still hurts like hell.

"Did you think Kyla might have hidden feelings for this boy so you wanted to give her a chance to explore them?"

"No." I answer again.

"We try not to meddle too much in your life choices but sweetie, why the hell did you end things with Kyla?" my mum admonishes me.

I groan, throwing my body back against the back of the sofa and covering my face with my hands. "I'm not really sure anymore. The only good thing I can see coming from this is it's given me the space to find the courage to tell you two the truth." I throw the sympathy card out there. Feel sorry for me your scared gay child that just braved coming out for the first real time.

"What about Kyla? What does she get out of this?" They don't buy it. Damnit.

"I don't know. She's got more time to put into her campaign for prom queen. That means more to her than anything else at the moment. She even agreed to go to prom with Derek yesterday so it looks like her plan is on track." I sulk. The idiot asked her in front of the whole canteen at lunch. A bouquet of red roses apparently the focal point of his asking. I didn't see it for myself but I did get the pleasure of hearing girls gushing about it. Bet Kyla wasn't one of them though, she hates red roses, much prefers baby's breath. She loves seeing the tiny but fully formed flowers. Plus don't get me started on the way he asked her. Doing it in front of everyone, she's too nice to say no in that situation no matter who would have asked. Yes I want to shout to the world that she is with me but asking her to prom should be a private, memorable moment between two people.

I may have planned a prom-posal for her even if I knew I could never ask her.

Dad suddenly jumps up off the sofa. "Right ladies, get your glad-rags on, I'm taking you both out for food. Tonight is a celebration."

"Sounds good to me." Mum says, patting me on the knee. "Go make yourself presentable, it's not every day your dad gets his wallet out."

I smile getting up off the sofa. When I get to the edge of the living-room I turn back. "Thanks guys, I love you both."

"Of course you do, we're fabulous." Mum winks at me. Dad closes his eyes and shakes his head behind mum.

I laugh, "You're something alright." I mumble.

"What was that?" mum asks.

"Nothing." I say shaking my head and running to my room.