@ Copyright to wannabeloved3 a/n: hey i decided that i wanted to write a boyxboy story i just needed some practice so i'm using this to come into it (hehehe come into it). tell me what you think. oh and if you don't like boyxboy then DON'T READ! so enjoy! :-) the beginning a little sad though. :-(
chapter one: boy next door
i sighed as i exited my car. i looked at my new house and sighed. i slowly, unwillingly moved into my house. i heard the thud of my father dropping my bags in my house.
"we'll send you money up till you get a job, is that understood, Jacob", my father said in an icy cold tone.
"yes dad", was my saddened reply. Smack, i was punched in the face, by my oh-so-loving father (note the sarcasm).
"DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT, I WOULD NEVER BE THE FATHER OF A DISGUSTING, PURGE WALKING-SIN OF A FAGGOT ASS FAIRY LIKE YOU!!!!!", my fa-i mean Howard yelled at me as he hit me multiple times.
"let's go love", my mother called to Howard.
"mom", i mumbled asking her for help, since Howard was still beating me to a bloody pulp. my mother gave me a disgusted look, stepped on my out-stretched hand.
"i am not your mother", she hissed lowly to me. stabbing me with more of her hurtful words. I watched as the people that use to be my parents, walked out of my life. I crawled into a ball and cried, harder and longer than i ever had.
-3 months later-
i walked out of my house with trash in hand. i waved to my neighbor, Klan. he waved back, Klan is so sexy, the ray of light in my cold dark depression, thanks mom and dad -i mean Howard and Emily. sigh. i watched as Klan made his way over to me. my heart started pounding like it always dose when i'm around Klan.
"Jake hey", Klan said as he stood in front of me.
"hey",was my nervous reply.
"Jake i was wondering if you would like to come over my house for dinner tonight?" he asked me rubbing the back of his neck.
i blinked. four times. was he serious? "um...i don't know", was my fumbled response.
"please Jake, i really want you", he said through thick eyelashes,and his burning blue eyes.
i blinked again, "you want me?" i asked.
it was his turn to blink and fumble, "for dinner...i want you for dinner,...i mean over my house to eat dinner" . a smile broke on my face, he's blushing, how cute?!
"OK Klan, i'll come over for dinner", i answered him.
"great!" he exclaimed and started to walk back across the street, "see you at 7" he called then tripped. i giggled at that, then walked into my house, butterflies flapping in my stomach.
i took in a breath as i stood in front of Klan's house. i smoothed out my button-down shirt and brushed my jeans for invisible dirt. i then heard the door open, i looked up and saw Klan in all his glory, wearing similar clothes to mine. i smiled sheepishly, and chuckled nervously.
"hey", i said blushing.
he opened the door wider, "come in Jake", was his response.
we ate dinner and held light conversation, up until 'the question'
"so why did you move here?", Klan asked me.
i let out a breath and told him, "my patents kicked me out of the house cause......cause", my hands started to shake, i didn't want Klan to hate me, he's my ray of goodness, his the reason why i haven't just ended it all. I shook my head from left to right.
"please Jake, tell me", i heard Klan tell me.
i only shook my head faster, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Jake, ple-", i cut Klan off.
"no, can we please talk about something else, anything", i all but begged him.
"OK, are you gay?", he asked me bluntly.
my eyes wided at that, "wha-". i stopped myself, thinking.
I just made a bee-line for the door. how was i suppose to answer that? choice 1: "no, i hate gays", that make me feel like my dad, i shiver at the thought. choice 2: "yes, and i .... kind of....have a...crush on you", yeah, that would go well, he'd kill me, or never want to see me again. choice 3: RUN, best choice, no hurt, no heartbreak. So i ran with tears trying to escape my eyes, why would he ask me that!? Before i got to the door though, Klan caught me. He grabbed my wrist, yanking it back. The next thing i knew i was in his arms, damn why do you have to be stronger than me?
"Jake-", Klan began but yet again i cut him off.
"why would you ask me if i was gay?", i all but shouted at him.