Lost & Found

Chapter 1: Struggle

When I said my face felt like it was burning. I could not drag him out of that club fast enough.

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I woke up early today and had my mind set in revenge. Paul was out like a log in the guest room and snoring hard as fuck but it's cool. I got something planned for him. I go downstairs to the kitchen, got a big bowl and filled it with ice and water. Once up the stairs and in his room, I slowly removed his covers. Then I dumped the whole bowl on him. " WHAT THE HELL?!?!" He shouts and jumps up. "I should be asking you the same thing. What was that shit you pulled last night?"

"Can you not be so loud? My head is killing me." Whatever. No one told him to get drunk off his ass. That's not my problem. On my way out the room I slammed the door as hard as I could. You could hear him yell curses downstairs.

I went into the kitchen and made some coffee for him. I grabbed the Tylenol on my way back to the room. "Here. Take this and then take a hot shower. It should help." This is the least I could do since he is helping us move. My dad got a promotion and the drive to his new office and back would be four hours.

The move would be good for the whole family though. I got into the college that isn't too far from the new place. Plus Paul already goes there and my mom gets new clienteles for her business. The only down side is that now my sister has to driver a litrle longer to get to her college but she'll be ok. I don't understand why she is living at home anyway. She and her long time boyfriend are really serious and he has his own place. That punk really needs to hurry up and pop the question. He has had the ring for six months now. He said he is waiting for the "right time" but I think he's just scared.

I was so lost in thought about the move and my sister I almost missed Paul's question. "Aiden!" Oops. "Huh?"

"Did you get some last night?" He smiled mischeviously. Damn. I feel like punching that shit eating grin off his face. Why is he so wide awake now anyway? Just a second ago he was dying from a hangover.

"Hell no! You got drunk off your ass and I had to take you home before you did something stupid."

"Whatever" He said off handedly and headed downstairs. "What's for breakfast?"

I just shake my head. This boy is going to drive me crazy. "We can go out and get something after we finish packing the last few boxes. So hurry up and shower so we can get started."

Once he was done he got out only wearing sweats and dried his hair with a towel.

"Sup."

"What are you doing? Put on a shirt. Damn."

"You like what you see?" Paul winked.

I threw a notebook at him.

"Stop trying to flirt with me and help me pack. You're not my type anyways."

"Kill joy."

Eventually, we finished packing. I had about two boxes and my suitcase that needed to be packed in the car. The movers will get everything else that's left and bring them to the new place.

My mom who had left before we were even awake was already at the new place when we pulled up. She was so busy unpacking the kitchen that she didn't hear us walk in. She jumped in shock as soon as I called her.

"Oh my god! If you ever do that agian I'm going to punch you in the chest." I couldn't help but laugh a little at this. My mom is like 4"9 on a good day, with black hair down to her butt. She had a pixie face and looks like she could be 14. You can see why taking her threat serious would be hard.

"Mom, it isn't that serious so chill. Why are you so jumpy anyway?"

I surrendered as soon as she pulled out one of her metal kitchen spoon and ran back outside to get the boxes. Even though she is small, that spoon would hurt like hell. Trust me, I would know. Me and Paul went to my room to finish unpacking. My new room is huge. It's like twice the size of my old room. It had a walk-in closet and a in suite bathroom. I painted it navy blue and the dresser, bed and doors were white. It was a pretty awesome room but it wasn't my room just yet.

We slowly started to add things here and there. As we put more stuff up the room came to life.

" Damn. This room is awesome. Can I spend the night? I could sleep on the floor. It feels great." In these moments I have to wonder about Paul. The boy will sleep anywhere anytime. One second he could be eating and talking the next he's out cold. I just don't get it.

"Now you know you can't stay. Your dad would kill you if he found out you spent the night here again. You're lucky you could stay last night" He gives me a puppy face. After he realizes that its not working he gets up to go."Fine. I'm out."

"Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow."

The next day at my new school felt like a train wreck. We were late. When I say late, I mean hella late. Paul would not get up in time. I went to his house to pick him up and after 5 minutes I went in to go get him, thank God his mom gave me a key to the house. Once inside I had to make sure his dad wasn't home because I don't feel like being call an abomination today. His father wasn't very fond of gay people.

The coast was clear so I went down the hall to his room. You can here is alarm ringing before you even get to the room. I went in the room and turned off the stupid alarm. The sight of him sprawled out and drooling was hilarious. He was in nothing but his boxers with his but in the air. I had to take a picture. I gave up on the third time trying to wake him up and started to push his mattress, with him on it, onto the floor. After it was almost half way off the bed fram he started to move around which cause the whole thing to flip over.

"Rise and shine!" He hit the floor with a loud thud. When he started making noise I went to the kitchen to make him a quick breakfast so we can leave as soon as he comes out.

"You can be cruel sometimes, man. I was having a nice dream too." Paul said as he ruffled his hair and came downstairs. With the food in handI motioned him out the door. On the way out he missed a step and slid down the stairs. Good thing there's only like 4 of them. I couldn't help but laugh. " That's what you get. Now get up and lets go. We're already late."

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