(Not so) Average Life [Boy x Boy]

Prologue

Boy oh boy, where should I even start? I guess from the beginning, huh? Yeah, let's do that. So this is me – this is my life.

My name is Christoph, or Chris. You could say I'm you average high schooler – well, at least that's how I present myself. But that wouldn't be entirely correct. I wasn't born and raised in America. My family and I moved here when I was 12. I'm 17 now and about to start my final year of school. I was actually born in Germany.

I'm the youngest of four, I have three older brothers. The eldest, Michael, stayed behind in Germany. He was already finished with school when my parents decided to move, so he stayed and moved in with his girlfriend. He's actually studying to become a doctor – which explains why my parents are so proud of him. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of him as well! He worked very hard to get where he is, and he deserves it more than anyone I know. He also happens to be the only one of my siblings I get along with, so it's a real shame he didn't move with us.

Then there are my other brothers, Alex and Aron. Nope, not twins – though they might as well be. They're into sports and spend about every free minute they can spare in the local gym. Not really my cup of tea, so I guess that's one of the reasons I really don't get along with them. Not on a typical 'you're my older brother and I hate you' level, they really are horrible people – but let's not get into that too much.

And then there's lil' old me. I must've hit some kind of genetic jackpot, because I think I got about every single recessive gene that runs in our family. I'm blond and have blue eyes, while my brothers all have a beautifully boring combination of brown and...brown. I'm also taller than they are (much to their dismay), which is nice. But with that comes the fact that I'm way skinnier than they are – which is not that hard, considering they are all pretty much 180lbs of muscle. Never really bothered me though. When you grow up with 3 jackasses like my brothers, you pick up one or two tricks to survive, so I'm good.

Life here has been very different to what I was accustomed to, but I got used to it. Well, I didn't really have a choice now, did I?

I guess what I found most striking after moving here, is the accurate portrayal of 'high school social standards' in movies. I always thought those were clichés – you know, the footballers, the geeks, the cheerleaders, and so on. Turns out, not so cliché after all! In fact, those stupid cliques were the only real constant in my high school 'career'.

I didn't exactly belong to the popular crowd, but that never bothered me. I didn't want to belong to those pricks. I do have a few friends - and by 'few' I mean about three...or maybe just one...but she's super close to my heart – seriously, we're like family, and I love her dearly. Like a sister! Get your mind out of the gutter! (If she ever read that, she'd call me out for being way too cheesy, but hey – it's how I feel about her.) And Elaine really is special, she's carefree, forgiving, silly, and overall just pleasant to be around. In short – I'm lucky to have her.

Then, I guess I have to talk about the popular kids, right? Of course, the cheerleaders and jocks socialize and build – what I like to refer to as – the 'sporty, but dumb foundation of this school's social system,' or SBDFOTSSS for short. (I'm working on that abbreviation...) I always tried to avoid them, not only because I'm not really into sports, but because they are mostly ignorant idiots who are way too obsessed with themselves. I manage to avoid the usual beating that my kind (the less ignorant and stupid people) receives by being quick enough to get away from those trolls. I also try to avoid any confrontation with them – don't get me wrong, it'd be hilarious to have a verbal argument with them, but I'm definitely not muscular enough to actually beat one of them up.

So, now that we've got all of that out of the way, let's get into the real story. It all started on one fateful Monday morning... wait, that sounds too dramatic.

It was a sunny September day – nope, doesn't fit either. Hold on, give me a second...

Oh whatever. It was the first day of school, okay? Anyways...