Mine - Boy X Boy Neko

Chapter One - Road Trips

Lucas POV

I'd always liked driving. How as you stared out the window you could see the different sized hills rolling past, the brightly coloured meadows sliding in and out of view. The mysterious villages that you could see for a moment before they disappeared behind taller buildings or hills.

Eventually you would open the window letting the cold air hit your face, blowing your hair back, but for me it was just a struggle to keep my beanie on.

Mother would usually blast her music through the speakers, making us all temporarily death.

But this time it was different.

My mother had invited my fathers work friends son to stay with us. So we were on a half hour drive to pick him up. Both my mother and my father seemed determined to help me 'make friends'.

At my school I had no friends. Not that I needed them. Having someone close just makes it harder to hide who I really am and if they found out they would leave me anyway, so what's the point?

Everyone sat in silence. The only sound was of the tyres against the rubble driveway and little stones jumping up and attacking the car. We had arrived.

I gazed out the window, pulling my beanie further down and pressing my ears against my hair, hiding them as much as possible.

My father opened the car door and stepped out, beckoning me to get out aswell. I let out a frustrated sigh and pulled on the handle, pushing the door open and then slamming it shut after getting out.

I followed closely behind my father, gripping onto the back of his shirt. I know I must sound like a wimp, but another reason I didn't have friends was because I was bad at making them. Strange people scared me and I never knew what to say if they tried to talk to me.

After knocking lightly on the door twice, my father glanced back at me.

"Come on Luca! Stop being so shy and stand next to me!" I could sense the frustration in his voice and decided it would be best to do what he said, so I nervously forced myself out from behind my protective wall and stood shaking next to him.

A couple of loud thumps were heard before the door swung open. The boy on the other side seemed my age, probably slightly older. His shiny brown hair hung down over his face, stopping just over his eyes. He wore a loose white tank top with the words 'Calvin Klein' written in bold black writing across the bottom, along with black skinny jeans.

It took me a moment to realise that I was gawking at the slightly toned muscles on his arms and I shook my head and looked back up at him.

"Hey Mr Moore, sorry about the noise I dropped my suitcase down the stairs..." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Looking at him so confident infront of two people he's never met made me envious and a pang of jealousy shot through me. I wished I could be comfortable like him.

"That's alright son!" My father returned the smile and reached forward, taking a suitcase in each hand and pulling them up and taking them to the car.

Whilst father was busy with the bags, the boy looked me up and down and chuckled. "Your really small for a 16 year old"

I scowled at him, mentally taking back everything I had said about wanting to be like him. He was rude and conceited.

"I know" I mumbled and began walking off to the car.

"Wait!" He shouted after me. I turned my head, pulling my beanie down. "Could you help me with these bags? I still have another two..."

Seriously? He offends me and then expects me to help him out. Someone needed to teach this guy some manners. I looked back at my mum, who was giving me a you-better-not-get-in-this-car-without-helping-him look, so I huffed loudly and turned back around.