A Teeny Tiny Bit Homo Pudge And Ronny: Chapter Seventeen

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"So how do know...you know..." Ronny began, trailing off. "Sorry, never mind," he added quickly, fidgeting and playing with his fork.
Pudge quickly shoved a bite of tuna casserole into his mouth so that he wouldn't have to talk. "Um...well..." he said, as he swallowed, glancing nervously at his mother.
"It's okay, Pudge," she said, taking a deep breath. "We should be able to talk about these things. If you're ready."
"Well...when I was about twelve or so, I got this note from a girl. She said, 'I love you.'"
Ronny was staring at him, mouth open, his eyes seeming to be as big as saucers.
"Well, you don't have to look so surprised!" Pudge snapped. "Anyway, I realized that it felt good to be liked, but...well...I just didn't like her, like that."
"So you thought you were gay, because you didn't like her back?" Ronny asked.
"No, that never occurred to me then. Mom told me Christians can't be gay."
Marcy winced. "I'm sorry, Pudge."
Pudge looked down at his plate. "So when I got a bit older, I realized that all of the other guys started liking girls, and I didn't. And later they talked about struggling with lust, and somehow I didn't, and I wondered if I was normal, and then...well, and then I did...struggle with lust..." he said quietly. "But not in the right way."
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Marcy whispered. "That must have been awful, to go through all of that alone. How long have you known?"
"A few days," he shrugged.
"Days?" Ronny asked, confused. "But you said..."
"I only...I only realized it, that it was real, a few days ago."
Ronny was silent, staring down at his mostly uneaten food.
"Boys, if you're finished, I'll clear your plates," Marcy said, standing up.
"Thank you, Mrs. McMercy," Ronny said as she took his plate away. "I really thought the rain would let up, when I came over."
"It's fine, Ronny," Pudge answered. "I don't feel much like looking at Grandfather's truck today."
"I guess I'll go then," Ronny said quietly. "Good luck, Pudge."
"I'll walk you out," Pudge added quickly.
As Ronny opened the door, he suddenly stepped back, startled, as he came face-to-face with Pudge's grandfather.
"Oh--we were just about to knock!" Grandfather smiled.
"Oh, um, hello..." Ronny began.
"Dad! What are you doing here?" Marcy asked, coming into the living room.
"We were a little concerned; you left really suddenly, and you both forgot your bibles," Grandmother explained as they both came in from the rain.
Ronny was staring at the two, as if trying to recognize them, and Pudge looked very uneasy.
"Pudge wasn't feeling very well," Marcy explained, taking their bibles back. "We were sad to miss the sermon, but we really didn't have a choice."
"Woo!" Grandfather exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. "It was NOT what I expected!"
Pudge blanched at the thought.
"Reverend Rayford started talking about the horrors of the homosexual lifestyle..." Grandmother began.
Ronny glanced at Pudge, a look almost of sympathy crossing his face. If it wasn't Ronny, Pudge would be certain that it was sympathy.
"...but then it kind of...took an unexpected turn..." she finished.
"REALLY???!!!!" Ronny interjected, suddenly. "Sounds fascinating! Was he a top or a bottom? Or maybe there were more than two!"
The elderly couple stared at him in shock, mouths open. Pudge looked horrified. Marcy hid her mouth with her hand, scared and yet somehow, a little bit, grateful.
"This 'homosexual lifestyle' sounds wild!" Ronny grinned wickedly. "Maybe if I can just get my asshole in fighting shape, I'll be all set!"
"Pudge...?" Grandmother asked, uncertainly, "who is your...friend...?"
"He's not my friend!" Pudge said defensively. "I mean, he is, he kind of is..."
"Ronny Vain. I'm here to look at the truck out front, though I obviously can't do that today." Ronny extended his hand to Pudge's grandfather, who was closest to him; Grandfather leaned back, not offering his own hand.
"I...think I remember you now, son," Grandfather's eyes narrowed. "I see you haven't changed."
"Ha-ha!" Ronny laughed. "That was just a joke, Mr. McMercy. I just love to get people riled up."
"Well, it wasn't very funny, young man," Grandmother frowned in obvious disapproval.
"Duly noted, ma'am. You'll be pleased to hear that I was just leaving," Ronny nodded respectfully, starting to walk out the door.
Pudge glanced quickly after Ronny, as if wanting to say something.
"Pudge, please see Ronny out," Marcy said quickly, catching that glance. "While I get some coffee for your grandparents."
Pudge followed quickly, relieved to be away from them. "What were you doing?!" he demanded, as soon as the door was closed.
"Did you see the look on your face?" Ronny asked, walking towards his truck in the rain. "They would have known everything if I hadn't distracted them."
"You're not going to tell anybody then?" Pudge asked.
Ronny turned around. "No. No, of course not. Now, if it was Ace..." he grinned, briefly, his face quickly falling back into seriousness. "No, Pudge. You're the only one of those Jesus people I've ever been able to stand."
"Yeah, I'm not very good at witnessing," Pudge snarked, surprising himself.
Ronny smiled genuinely, his brown eyes sparkling. "You're turning into me!"
After all he had been through, the thought of turning into Ronny, of losing his faith and his church, brought tears to his eyes. He couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, I..." Ronny began. "I didn't mean it. I mean...wait, why is it so bad to be me?" he asked suspiciously.
"It's not that, Ronny, it's just that...I could lose all my friends if this gets out. But I can't imagine lying to them..."
"ALL your friends?!" Ronny demanded. "What about the guy who just had lunch with you even after knowing that you're a homo?! Doesn't he count for anything?!"
Pudge quickly looked around, hoping no one would hear Ronny, as he was getting louder. Fortunately, the streets seemed to be deserted because of the rain.
"I'm sorry, Ronny. I didn't think about you," he said quietly.
"Yeah, of course you didn't," Ronny scoffed, opening the door to his truck.
"Ronny, wait!" Pudge grabbed his arm. Ronny turned around, leaning away from him. Realizing what he was doing, Pudge quickly let go. "I'm sorry. I'm just dealing with a lot right now, and...and I didn't understand why you were being so nice to me, because of what Ace told me, and...I'm sorry, Ronny. Of course you're my friend. You may be my only friend, very soon."
Tears were now streaming down Pudge's face, mixing with the rain. Ronny stared at him for a moment, then slowly brought his hand up, brushing the tears off Pudge's cheek with his thumb.
The sound of a car driving by startled Ronny, jerking him out of the moment. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he snatched his hand away as if it were touching a hot stove, jumping nearly out of his skin.
"I have to go!" he said quickly, jumping into the seat of his truck and slamming his door between them. He peeled out of there at a speed much too dangerous, Pudge thought, for these wet and rainy road conditions.
"Yeah," Pudge muttered bitterly to himself. "So glad you won't desert me...friend."