My other son Drew, well, he was always the smart and studious type. Never won anything but blue ribbons and awards for science fairs and spelling bees. Sure, he could sing too and everything, they're both famous for that now, but he wasn't Nick. I always thought Drew was okay with that.

I guess he wasn't, because now he's turned himself gay. I know he's doing it to get back at me for being the father I never was. He has to be, there's no other explanation. No son of mine is gay. Look at Nick. He's engaged to that wonderful Jessica.

It must be that Jeff Timmons boy, I always knew he was a bad influence on Drew. They became best friends from day one, I should've realized that Jeff was one of those... those freaks. Those gays. Now he's convinced my son to play this sick joke on me. That has to be it.

I remember the day I walked in on them doing things a man should do to a woman's lips only. Jeff had his hands snaked through Drew's hair, and Drew was holding onto Jeff's hips tightly. They continued to kiss, not even noticing I was standing in the doorway. Soon after, they told us all about their "relationship".

The thing that bothers me is that everyone seems to fall for this little show. Nick, Jessica, and Justin all don't care that Drew and Jeff do those gay things together. Even my wife supports them. If she only knew she was supporting a lie, because I know Drew is just doing this to punish me.

It's not as if I ignored him his whole life. I showed him that I loved him. I mean, sure, I missed the district geography bee to go to Nick's first basketball game, but I mean, Nick would've felt left out if none of his parents showed up to his first game. Even if Nick did tell me it was okay to go see Drew "kick all the other nerdy asses". I knew Nick was just lying, trying to give Drew a chance in the spotlight. Nick has always been so selfless.

I told Drew I was proud of him when he was growing up, I always patted him on the back. Always let him know he was a good son. So why is he punishing me now? Was it because I didn't show up when he had a role in the school production of 'Hamlet' because Nick had football practice and I agreed to be the stand in coach that day?

Well, couldn't he have picked a better punishment? Something that didn't make me feel like I'm such a failure. Like it's all my fault. Maybe I should've encouraged Nick to show him porn, let him read 'Playboy'. Maybe he would never have decided to toy with these gay habits, even it is all one big lie.

I'm outside, and I hear the door open. It's him, it's Drew. He sits next to me on the porch swing, and we're both silent for a moment.

"Dad," he says finally. "I know that you're angry with me, about Jeff, but I can't help that, and I'm not going to apologize. I wish I knew why, Dad. Why you don't care, why you're so angry. I love Jeff, Dad. I'm in love with him, and I'm sorry if you can't deal with that." He stopped talking for a moment, before starting up again. "I... I love you Dad, I just wanted you to know that."

He sat there for a moment or two, waiting for me to speak. I didn't say anything. He sighed and got up, walking back into the house. His words went through my mind, and I did have to give him credit. Maybe I should've gone to see him in that play, because he's a great actor. I almost believed him there for a moment. Almost.

See, this is all a cruel joke, and it'll blow over. One day, they'll all come up to me and say, "Ha! We fooled you, Drew really isn't gay!" And I'll be able to smile and say they didn't fool me, because I knew all along.