Larry's POV
"I'm gay" he declared, and I nodded as my father and I took a glimpse at ourselves, as though it felt unbelievable to us.
So, I should say who is the lucky guy? Definitely someone we don't know.
"He is just my play-thing"
I nodded again, arching a brow at him and grinning.
"Nope he isn't, If you keep thinking of him," father cuts in, and I fold my lips, throwing my hands in the air.
It's time to unveil their love story.
"No, do I?" he asked, as though shy.
"Look at you Mac, you're so different and weird and barely spend time with me too," father gruesomely uttered, as though he hated the lines he was spewing.
Uncle Mac darted his gaze to and fro. He seemed nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and clearing his throat.
Our eyes feasted on him like we'd eat him up if he
