Asexual family where are you at? I'm trying to be relatable with this one.

STORYTIME!

Remy was out with his stepmother to get milkshakes. His boyfriend Roman told him /dramatically/ that it was time to charge back into his family and reclaim the love that he deserves. Remy didn't care either way, but Roman as always an adorable dork so he couldn't say no. He knows his boyfriend wants the best for him, so here we are. Sitting across from his Stepmom he never really liked. Maybe she changed? Who knew?

"So yeah, I'm asexual."

She snorted  laughing at him. Remy rose an eyebrow. He thought after fifteen minutes his identity would be an important thing and hearing the only motherly figure he had ever had I;his life accept him would be kinda cool. Besides, Roman also said that if she was a real mom she'd accept him. But hearing her laugh at him, yeah she hasn't changed.

"So what? You can reproduce without a girl? That's funny."

"Don't... don't do that."

Remy scrunched his nose in disgust, turning askew a bit in his chair so he didn't have to look directly at her. He directed his eyes to the window, looking out. His protective boyfriend has to be somehwere, spying on him. He definitely wasn't inside, he took an entire scan over the place with his eyes. So he had to be outside somewhere, right? He could really use a big strong prince to safe him right now. This was a bad idea.

"Whatever. You're just trying to be trendy. So what does that little 'trend' mean? You want to be single forever?"

Oh my god this woman was hopeless. Remy his his hands in his face. How many times has he told this witch and his dad that he had a boyfriend? It's only been fifteen minutes and Remy was so freaking done. Remy lifted his head and saw someone sit down in the table behind him alone. He was wearing a red tee shirt and he couldn't see his face, but based on his dyed pink hair and how tol he is Remy could easily tell that's his boyfriend. That makes life easier. He had an escape route.

"I'm just, like, not sexually attracted to anyone. I can still fall in love, but I'm not interested in sex."

"How can you fall in love and not want sex? You have a mental disorder I swear. You need to snap out of this or no girls are gonna love you!"

Remy turned around and met eyes with Roman, who was definately sitting behind him. Roman understood this was Remy's way of saying he needs a way out. Roman was idealistic, so sometimes what he believes should happen isn't exactly what would happen in real life. Roman stood up, walking over and leaned against the table Remy and his stepmom were sitting at, and he stared at the stepmom. Before she could get offended like a stereotypical Karen, he started talking.

"You need to shut up, okay? Remy is asexual, which means he doesn't like sex. Not into it. I am his boyfriend and I love him just the way he is.  If you can't love him for who he is, then you aren't worthy of being called his mom. Or stepmom. Whatever. Okay? Why don't I take my boyfriend and you go home and do the research on whatever the asexual spectrum is. Okay?"

She rolled her eyes, standing up to try and intimidate Roman. Roman stood up to his full length, being st least five inches taller than her. She didn't stop though, she still went on her little monologue to Roman.

"Now you listen to me, young man. I do not support any mental disorders or craziness in my home! I will not have some stranger pretend to be my son's Boyfriend for me to "back off" from telling him the truth! Asexuals doesn't exist, and no son of mine is a homo! I tried to be nice, I tried to play it off like a joke, but I'm not taking anything from anyone who isn't family! Now good day!"

She slapped Roman.

She slapped Roman.

Roman didn't falter because he knew that this woman was the woman that his father fell in love with, and Remy used to respect his dad. Used to. So Roman simply grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms behind her back, holding her face against the dirty floor. She screamed for security, for someone to call the policeman, anything! But Roman isn't care. She assaulted him first. He turned to Remy, angry face turning into one of compassion and concern.

"Tú eres Bien, mi amor?"

Another thing about Roman, he's a Latin lover. He was born in Spain. He spoke Spanish. Remy smiled, shoving his phone in his pocket and taking one last monster sip of his milkshake before standing up and flipping his sunglasses over his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good Roman. Let's go home. Turns out your plan to get in contact with my family and try and make a better relationship with them was a bust. Let's go watch some Disney movies at home."

Remy's started walking out of the store, the Karen in complete horror. She's began screaming at Remy even though she was still pinned to the ground by his too loving boyfriend.

"REMY YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND HELP ME GET THIS HOMO OFF OF ME!!! YOU ARE MY SON AND YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY AND YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOW!!! HELP ME ROGHT NOW OR YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG MAN!!! I'M GONNA TELL YOUR FSTHER EVERYTHING AND HE'S GONNA HATE YOU!!!"

Remy didn't care, he just walked out of the store and made sure he was out of sight from the windows. That stepmom of his was a crazy bitch. Roman followed behind him, dusting off his clothes and rubbing hand sanitizer all over his hands and Arms. Remy snickered. Of course he had to be overdramatic about the entire ordeal. That's just who Roman was: a theater kid who had to differentiate himself from his equally dramatic twin brother.

"It's going to take weeks to get the fleas out of my arms after handling that mess of a woman. Are you alright, mi sol? I'm sorry for putting you in a bad situation. It never occurred to me that someone could have unsupportive parents. I always thought the Karen's were made up women for reddit stories!"

"It's cool, Ro. You're naïve. You didn't have to deal with cruddy parents. You have two awesome dads. You got lucky. Let's forget this and go to starbucks. I'm in the mood for a date."

Yeah, that's a good idea.

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ASEXUALS EXIST

ASEXUALS ARE VALID

EVERYONE IS VALID

EVERYONE EXISTS

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~Eva