RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I smile to myself as I put the last scoop of the ice cream in the bowl for him.

He wants to talk to me about something? Something important that requires him to ask me first? Awww, my Baby is growing up! I'm smiling with pride right now. He wants to talk to me rather than his friends about something. He trusts me.

"Of course you can Sweetie," I say as I grab the ice cream tub and put it back in the freezer.

"About what?" I ask him as I grab the ice cream bowl from the counter and pass it to Chris.

I take a seat opposite him on the table and wait for him to start talking, the same smile on my face as before.

"You've got a date? With a girl?!" I ask him, before shaking my head and trying to get off my over excited nature and try to focus on helping him.

"Sorry, you just, surprised me is all," I apologise before laughing a little and scratching the back of my neck.

"Well, where are you taking her? Or don't know you yet? Because the way you act sort of depends on where you go, y'know?"

Any advice that I give him now is obviously going to be anything that I remember about when I dated guys back in the day. Except he's in public school and I was in a reform school so things are a little different. Plus, I know that he is nothing like I was when I was in school.

Maybe I am not the best guy to ask about this.

"Hey, hey, hey, you aren't useless Chrissie," I tell him as I rub at his arm, "you're just a kid, you're not supposed to know everything about girls just yet. That's why you go on dates to learn."

I smile at him, "And a movie and a milkshake would be great. I mean, you could go and see a movie, it's a way to stop you from talking and avoiding awkward silences. And a milkshake, it's cute and romantic, especially if you share one."

I can see that he is really worried about this, the look on his face tells me how he feels so completely clueless, "you'll be fine Sweetie. I mean, if she didn't like you, would she have said yes to you?"

"She... what?" I ask him, my eyes widening a little as I think of how I am going to talk to her about this... again.

But when I see Chris playing with his spoon in his ice cream, I smile a little. This is supposed to be about him. Chris is my baby boy, I barely talk to him anymore. Courtney's more of the disruptive one, the one that's growing up to fast, sometimes Chris is left out of the picture. Plus, he's always his Daddy Z's little angel.

"I'll deal with her later," I tell him before taking a hold of his hands, "Sweetie. You aren't immature or childish. You're just not as... developed as your sister. Boys naturally don't develop until a year or so after girls do anyway, and everyone grows at their own rate."

I have seen that he hasn't being quite as happy and upbeat as he has, "Is this what you've being worried about?"

"Well, you've got your friends, right Sweetie?" I ask him and he nods slowly, "well that is all you need really."

"You're only fifteen Chris, you shouldn't have to worry about sex and girls so much," I suggest to him.

I mean, when I was fifteen, I had probably fucked every guy in my group of friends, at least four from each year group and I had no problem making friends. So maybe Matt's a better person for him to talk to, but I'm not going to wake him up for this. I mean, I can handle this.

"I mean, guys say and do anything for girls," I tell him what I think, "half of the guys that probably take about sex and the girls they have being with, probably haven't. It's all peer pressure. You're one of the stronger ones because you haven't given in to it. Half of the guys probably regret who they slept with. You're smart for saving it for something special."

I smile at him, "it's OK Sweetie. I hope I was some help to you about your date."

I stand up from my seat and take Chris's empty bowl from him, "And if you need anymore help I'm sure Courtney will be glad to help you. Just... make sure he's down here, without a computer or a TV near her."

I smile at him before walking over to the dishwasher and putting the bowl and the spoon inside.

I turn back to him and think about his question and how I am going to answer it. I mean, I can't just come out and tell him that I was pretty much fucking everything from the age of fourteen can I?

"Well, your Dad M told me that he always known that he was gay," I tell him, "and that he always thought that girls were icky," I laugh.

"Me. I... I was still pretty much bi until I got pregnant with you and Courtney," I tell him, even though it isn't technically completely true.

I do still find other men and women attractive, even now. I won't tell Matt or Chris that of course. Chris and Courtney don't need to know about that, they need to know that Matt is the only man for me, ever.

"You should see the girl at the market, trying to flirt with him every week when he goes in there. I don't think he has even realised yet. He just thinks she's nice," I laugh.

But my laughing dies down as my serious head comes back on.

"Anyway, why do you want to know kiddo? Do you think, y'know, you might be bi or something?"

I have to ask, I mean, if he is it'd be a lot easier to have these talks with him if he was. But it probably wouldn't be as easy for him at school if he was.

I laugh at his explanation, not scornfully, but it's just because he is so sweet and innocent sometimes with the things he says. I still don't know why girls aren't falling over him.

"Aww, you're so cute sometimes Chrissie," I say as I walk over to him and ruffle his hair.

"So, tell me a little about this Becky girl, what she like?" I ask him.

"Seem ever you can see that they want each other!" I laugh, "I mean, God, if they can't see if over these past twenty five years, wonders how anyone else can."

I take a seat on the table in front of Chris and swing my legs over the edge.

"Uhh-huh, annnnd? What does she like, like what classes does she take?"

I am asking him this now because I know he doesn't know. Jesus, he's such a straight boy. I smile at my own comment in my head.

I smile, "I thought that might be the case, don't worry, I'm not judging you here."

"I mean, you don't know that much about her, that's what the first date it for right? Getting to know each other?"

I hope that's what it means, for his sakes. I haven't really ever had an official first date before. Unless you count skipping class together to fuck in the photocopy room a first date.

"Son, why are you dating someone that you think is a slut?" I ask him as I cross my arms over my chest.

"And that little smile right there," I point to the smile on his mouth, "Dad M's may work on me, but yours my son, I can see right through," I nod.

I check my watch to check the time, and I widen my eyes when I see the time.

"Oooh Jesus, I didn't realise it was so late, and I have a job interview to listen to tomorrow," I tell Chris with a huff.

This new kid that's just come out of college in New Jersey wants a job as a mechanic, and since my partner Jeff has seen better days himself, well, thinking about leaving me for something less... strenuous. Maybe it's time to move on.

"And you have a Math test tomorrow if I remember rightly."