Haha, this is the first thread I’ve posted requesting help... well cheers! So, a little backstory... I met my friend at a music camp two years ago. We hit it off immediately. It’s kind of funny, it’s like we’re the exact same person, except for him being straight. We were really good friends then, and we still are. There is just one problem. His parents seized his phone and read our texts and found out that I’m gay. I know, I was being irresponsible, but it was really nice having a dude to talk to that openly loves you. Initially, his parents couldn’t give two dips over me being gay, but they started getting a warped view of me. They let religion justify their opinions, and soon, they cut off our contact. They wouldn’t let us call or text anymore. Now, we could only see each other for 5 minutes weekly during the break in orchestra rehearsal. During that time, he updated me on what his parents thought of me. Essentially, they thought that I liked him (I didn’t), and I was trying to turn him gay (because that makes so much logical sense). So, the time came around for my birthday party, and I was still trying to grasp the idea that there are some jack-weeds out there that actually hate me. So naturally I decided to test the waters, and give him an invite to see how his parents would react. They shot it down so quickly that I ended up crying. So, this is where the advice comes in: I absolutely love my friend (not in a gay way) and I miss him so much, but there isn’t much I can do to sway his parents, especially considering they’ve been too scared to meet the “leech and social parasite” that enjoies their son’s company. What should I do? How do I treat this? I don’t want to let it go because I feel like I will be failing my friend. I just feel so helpless, like a turtle turned on it’s back. Any advice that you people present to me would be very much appreciated. Thank you so much for taking the time to actually read this. P.S. it’s probably good that his parents haven’t met me. I have a pretty feminine voice and it would scare the snot out of them. And just for reference, we’re both 14 and in 8th grade, but at separate schools.