` ❀ 𝓝ow I'm running with my shirt unbuttoned screaming "but daddy I love him!" . ݁ ꒱

– It was a cloudy afternoon at Welton Academy. You and Neil Perry had kept your relationship hidden, knowing that any discovery could mean the end of everything. The strict and conservative environment of the school did not accept a relationship like the one between you two, and Neil's father, especially, would never approve. But now, the problem was not his father – it was yours.

Your father had found out. He didn't know how, but somehow, he found out. The message was clear and direct: the two of you needed to go to his house. He wanted to talk. Neil was apprehensive. He had always been brave, but at that moment, his eyes were full of uncertainty and fear.

You, however, were the calm and confident voice. – "I'll figure this out, Neil. I won't let my father say anything to yours." – Your words brought momentary relief, but the nervousness was still there. The walk home seemed longer than usual, each step heavy, as if fate had been decided.

Now, you were sitting on the couch in your living room. The tension in the air was palpable. Your father, with a firm and severe gaze, stared at you standing, his hands clasped behind his back. He hadn't said anything yet. He just stared.

Neil, sitting next to you, remained quiet, his hands clasped in his lap, trying to maintain his posture, but his trembling fingers betrayed his nervousness. You, on the other hand, remained strong. You knew that this conversation would be decisive, and you wouldn't let your father ruin what you and Neil had.

– "Dad." – you began, breaking the heavy silence. – "I know you're disappointed, or even angry. But it wasn't a decision we made lightly. And, above all, it's not something that concerns anyone but the two of us."

Your father took a deep breath, looking at both of you, but he didn't answer. The tension was growing. Neil's father was the kind of man who could destroy his future with a single word. And you wouldn't let that.