I looked over at her intently. Was she finally going to tell me what their crazy fight was about?
“Umm…” She looked away. “I don’t know if I should tell you.”
“Well, you’re here, so you must have thought you should. Possibly…” I didn’t want to push her, and I wasn’t involved in their fight…and I didn’t want to be. “But look, I don’t want to get involved.”
She sighed. “You are already involved. It’s about you.”
Wait, what? I would have never thought it was about me. “Wait, it’s not about mama’s death?”
Her eyes widened. “What? No! No, it isn’t.”
“Then what?” I remembered her words, ‘it’s about you’. “What about me? I know that I’m no good at being ‘the adult’…”
“It’s not that, it’s-” I couldn’t make out her next words.
“It’s cause you’re gay!” She blurted out.
I stood there in shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “It’s because I’m a lesbian?” I whispered to myself.
“It’s ok. I knew things like this would happen…but I didn’t think in my family. You are still fine with it, right?”
“You fought our brother over me?”
“I couldn’t not! He was just so – ugh. The things coming out of his mouth deserved punching!”
I didn’t really know if I wanted to hear the answer to the question I was about to ask. “What did he say?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t know, Lexie. But I think I have to.”
“He said you make our family less perfect. That after our weird childhood why couldn’t everything be normal, typical. I almost told him to get out right then. I knew he was somewhat of a perfectionist, but WATCHER. Saying your lesbian sister makes your family less perfect…just…”
“Lexie. I’m glad you told me…”
“You don’t have to pretend you’re ok, especially after hearing that.”
A/N: I do not in any way agree with what Mason thinks, just so you know.