Lost Boy

Day one

A/N~I just thought that there were so many fan fictions based on girl love stories from mostly their point of views, so I thought, why not make one about a guy's point of view? Hope you like this story; it's my first and I'm really sorry if it sucks. Like I said, I've read so many stories about how the bad boy turns into a good boy and blah blah blah. Personally, I believe that people may have bad reputations, but I don't think that people are necessarily bad. Like they could have bad attitudes, but that doesn't make them a bad or douchey person. So, this is from a guy's point of view, someone who is seen as the "bad boy". Sorry if that did not make any sense at all, I'm writing at 11:12pm right now and I'm listening to 2 poor kids by Ruth B, which is making me fall in sleep (because it's an absolutely beautiful song, I suggest you check it out :-)). But yeah, without further ado, let's get to this story. Please leave helpful comments on any mistakes I make, grammatical or anything you're confused on, please let me know because I tend to be very picky on these things and this story is for you, so you deserve to read a well written story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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A string of profanities left my mouth when I looked at the alarm on my wooden desk that read 9:30. And another dozen was thrown out and about when I realized that I had to feed my little sisters and take them to school.

I quickly awoke up the peacefully sleeping girls and made them breakfast. Besides me, there were three little girls who lived in the same apartment as me. Paris, the second eldest next to me, was the first one to wake up.

"Goddamnit, Jake! There is no way that we can take the bus because of you," she glared at me before giving me a playful smack as soon as she saw the time.

"You're the smart one, Paris. But I'm the mastermind," I said before giving her the fake i.d I had made for her.  She gasped, as I expected her to do so. She was, let's say the good girl of the house. But after 3 months of living with me, she still couldn't catch up with the fact that I don't follow the rules.

"Go on, take it and drive the girls into school," I shoved her a plate of food.

"Jake, I'm sixteen. This is illegal. I have to be 21 to enter a club or even drink-"

"Girl, trust me. There's a reason why I got you that i.d, ok? "

She gave me a disapproving stare and threw the card into the garbage. Then she burst into a fit of giggles. What a peach.

"You know one day you're going to think, 'wow I can't believe I wasted my brother's money just to follow every single goddamn rule, I mean I missed out on a lot!' But Paris, let me tell you, you should be having the time of your life when you're sixteen. I mean I've been doing this since I was fourteen."

"Jacob Garrett Sterling. I will not be engaging in illegal activities that you insist on me doing. Now I have to get to school, because I'm going to be late and so will the rest of the girls."

Before I could protest, the twins burst into the room. (By the way, one was a boy and the other one was a girl)

"Jakie! Jakie!"

I swear to god, they are so bouncy. By the time I could react, Dakota (who was the older twin) was on my back and Dallas was on my leg, holding on to dear life.

I sighed. I looked at Paris, who gave me the, Well? Are you going to be a heartless monster and resist those cute babies?

This got me to act because when she's stern, she's stern. You do not want to mess with Paris Sterling.

"Oh. My. God. Am I seeing correctly? Are my eyes deceiving me? Are my two favorite siblings here wish me a good morning?"

Both of them jumped off of their perched places as I seized the moment to I down to tickle them, only to hear their giggling protests.

"Are you going to stay?" Dallas eagerly asked.

"Sorry bud, I got business to do today. But look, Paris is here to play with you!"

"She's no fun, jakie," Dakota pouted. Paris, who had been taking pictures of the "adorable" moment, gasped at the small insult.

"Let me tell you what, Kota and Dall: if you listen to Paris the whole day, no crying, fussing, or fighting, I'll bring home a surprise, ok?"

The distraction worked, which was proven as I had hoped, when they bounced up and down full of excitement. I took this moment to quietly steal out of the house.

"Have a good day, babe." She smiled at me, giving me a silent thank you. I put on my leather jacket and took off.

***

The traffic was exasperating, but I finally made my way to my best friend, Troy's house. The boy was a hired gardener since he dropped out last year, and let me tell you, I think the gardening got to his head. His front yard was a beautifully mowed lawn, and full of many flowers that he had gotten as extras at work.

You may think that a high school drop out might be a crack head that either has no house, lives in a trashy apartment, or lives in actual house but it looks like shit. But Troy took his job seriously; it was the only way that he could pay the expenses for his older sister, since she was in the hospital battling breast cancer. His parents should've obviously be helping him, but they had disowned him and his sister years ago when they realized that they didn't have healthy or well educated children.

When I got out of the car, and made sure to not step on the flowers since Troy would kill me if I ruined his hard work. The smooth paved path that lead to his house were cleared of any evidence of muddy tracks that were left by anyone who ever set foot on them.

I've always wondered why he had gotten the extra help he needed to help his sister, but now it was clear to me. He had clearly worked very hard to not look like a hoodlum or a crack head, and because of that, everyone had viewed on how his house looked.

After three rings of the doorbell, I finally gave an aggravated huff before opening the door and just entering the house. You know fuck it. This is why I shouldn't be polite, I thought to myself.

The primary thing I heard was music, which was ok because it meant that alive and in the house. But the music he had usually listened to was fall out boy or all time low and other shit that was too emotional for me to recognize. This time, I found myself humming to the words because it sounded a lot like something Paris would listen to. And then it clicked. What. The. Fuck. No way, I thought to myself, this is too funny. It was a fucking one direction song.

"Remember the last time we were late? I mean we weren't allowed at the place for a month. Do you even know how annoying that was?"

Then I heard....yeah...I think a grunt and then a definite moan. Damn. This shits messed up, man. I made my way to one door that was definitely the Troy's bedroom door, and knocked slightly, before hearing more than just *cough* grunts and moans.

Goddamn, what a dickhead. I didn't hesitate to break down the door when I heard a muffled cry, but I immediately regretted it when the scene in front of me unfolded.

"Goddamnit, Troy!"

"Oh my god! Jake, it isn't what it looks like!"