“Dad, this is my boyfriend Alex, and he’s a superhero,” Okay, that sounded ridiculous. Staring back at myself in the mirror, I knew this was definitely not the correct way to say it, but how exactly does one tell their father about their superhero boyfriend without him totally freaking out?
“We’re not telling your dad I’m a superhero,” Alex corrected me from his spot sitting behind my desk. A textbook and some papers sprawled out in front of him while he twirled a pencil around his fingertips. Thankfully, we had gotten the notice that we could all return to school as of tomorrow, and I was already eager to see what remained of our classrooms after Friday’s incidents. Alex, however, was very worried about the very real possibility of failing some classes thanks to constantly sleeping thro
