Kiss ME! {BoyxBoy} on hold

Kiss me

Chapter one

Oliver’s POV:

I slid out of my bedroom at the crack of dawn, hoping not to wake Giovanni. You see, me and Gio never got along quite well. He only moved in about 3 months ago, and he has to stay with me until the renovations in his room are done. I guess he kinda hates our family since he use to live with his father. His father was my father, but we had different moms. I’m guessing my mom isn’t as good as his mom was, because she left my father when I was born. Gio was 3 at the time, and I guess he held a grudge against my mother. To tell you the truth I don’t like her so much either. But I love my father, and my step brother. My step brother (Cameron) is a total hottie. He’s tall and lean, but muscular as well. He has chocolate brown feathery brown hair, and his eyes are an alluring green, and he’s got the perfect creamy skin color of a pale white and a golden tan. Gio on the other hand, he’s all skin and bones, with his jet black hair and matching black eyes to go with it. I don’t like Gio, and he doesn’t like me… all I have to say about him is he’s a total prick. But he and Cam got along like beans and rice. They both go to the same school, (Gio is 17 and Cam is 18) and I’m stuck with my annoying junior high, but soon enough I will be in 10th grade, but I have a feeling 11th grade is gonna suck, cause Cam is graduating while Gio still has his senior year.

 I’m a 15 year old boy, I got held up a grade because I’m so freaking smart! I’m also sexy, the total package for you ladies! But according to Cam, I’m only cute. But I want to be more than cute, cute isn’t good enough for Oliver Sawyer, it just inst.  I guess I’m an average height of 5.8, nice and lean with great curves, wait are guys suppose to be curvy?? Oh well, and I have long shoulder length dark red hair. I have dark grey eyes, but they aren’t sexy, their “cute.” I also wear glasses, which I think make my beautiful, smooth, acne-free face ugly. I always dress in skinny jeans, and v necks with a pair of sneakers. I guess the only other thing about me is that my birthday is on Christmas, but that’s not so important.

I tip toed down 2 flights of stairs. Our house is actually really big. My father is a billionaire (he is a gourmet chief, even has his own show on food network) so we live in this huge-ass house, even though it’s lonely, it constantly smells of food, delicious food at that. And at this moment, it smelled of bacon, toast, and WAFFLES. I absolutely adore waffles; I eat them 24/7, if it isn’t waffles then it’s my two best friends, Ben and Jerry. Otherwise I’m a super picky eater.

 I Floated down the mahogany wood stairs, and wrapped my arms about Cam’s aloof body. HE turned around and rewarded me with a light kiss on my burning cheek. I was silently blushing, arouse growing in me, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

 “Olli… Do you have a fever??” he questioned, concern in his voice.

 “w-what? N-no I don’t have a fever!”

 “You sure? You’re burning up!”

 “I acknowledge you concern, but seriously stop getting all apprehensive over me!” even though I adored the fact that he cared about me so much.

 “Okay… I just want you to take better care of yourself…”

 “Yeah yeah I know…” I said taking the seat next to him.

 Silently like a snake, Gio slithered down the steps, no one acknowledging his existence, until Cameron pointed out his vacant existence on this world. He had long dark bags under his eyes. He lingered around in the living room, not really wanting to come eat at the dinner table.

 “Anorexic freak.” I said, lowering my voice.

 “OLIVER!” shouted Cam.

 “What I’m being truthful!” I shouted.

 Gio just smirked at me, uttering “Faggot.”

 In two seconds I was on top of him, trying to pull his raggedy, repugnant, and atramentous hair. But I was too short to reach it. He stood up, holding his palm against my forehead, Laughing! My cheeks turned dahlia when I saw Cam laughing too!  Eventually I gave up when Cam tackled me; I guess we all ended up in a laughing fit. It was times like these I liked, mom and dad weren’t home, and Gio and I got along. I guess a fragment of me liked Gio just a little bit. I had two brothers, one half, and one step, that I guess really made part of my life.