That of course still didn’t change the fact that everything in his damn room was pink.
Luckily he was a very secure young man and at just 14 years old that was critical. It was the stage where you were no longer a boy but you weren’t old enough yet to call yourself a man either.
Everything was going along swimmingly until that day when she’d bought him the vest.
The PINK vest.
The fluffy pink vest.
What the fuck?! were the first words out of his mouth.
She’d been angry about that, but not half as angry as he was about A .why the hell she had bought it for him and B. that she actually expected him to wear it out.
It wasn’t going to happen.