|When Personalities Collide
Author: Zyril PM
Vex is your basic bad ass, smart mouthed, sweetheart....uh...yeah, sure.... Terry is your usual "muscles built like a tank", jock, athlete, study like you're failing kind of guy. Now what in the hell will happen when these two meet? M/M SlashRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Drama - Chapters: 27 - Words: 43,234 - Reviews: 93 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 11-06-09 - Published: 11-03-08 - id: 2591649
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Author's fucking note: As fair fucking warning, this story is rated M because of language, sexual relationships, drug use, alcohol abuse, smoking, and general jackassery. Also, this is a story about two men getting it on. If you don't like that, kindly leave. XD I've been neglecting all of my other stories, and I feel bad. So here's a tidbit from the bastard story that was holding my fucking attention! XD I'm in a cussing mood.... Anyway, it switches from Vex to Terry and their name appears in bold to let you know who's point of view it is in. Enjoy! Fuck yeah! XD (I do not own anything mentioned as far as vehicles', pubs, clothes, etc.)
I fucking hate this. I was told that there would be alcohol. I can't fucking believe this! Okay, so I can…I mean we are talking about Todd here. He's such a fucking prick…bastard.
Maybe I shouldn't be calling my best friend a prick…eh. What do I care? He can't hear me. Not inside my head…MWAHAHAHAAA!!!
"Vex!" That brings me to the present, "Dude! What the fuck are you doing out here? The fucking party is inside, man!"
I stare at Todd blankly. His light brown hair is a mess. It's like a sign that reads, "I WAS MAKING OUT WITH SOME GIRL I DON'T KNOW! YEAH!" Fucking dipwad. Yeah…dipwad.
"Why would I want to go back in there?"
He tilts his head and stumbles. He's fucking high as a kite, "Get a chick, man!"
"That is precisely why I refuse to go back in there, Toddy boy," I let out an exasperated sigh, "We've been over this."
He shrugs and makes his way back inside. I shake my head, fucker. I wander down the driveway. God, I hate big houses. I hate people with money. No, it's not because I'm jealous and don't have a dime to my name.
I have some money. I mean, when your millionaire dad has a nervous breakdown and appoints you head of the company…you get access to the bank account. And having no mother to speak of, well that just makes it all the easier on me.
The board of the company really has no objection, surprisingly enough. I'll get into that later. Right now, I need to get the fuck away from this lame ass party from hell. I walk over to my black 2001 Triumph Tiger. God that motorcycle is fucking sweet!!!
I readjust my leather jacket, pull on a black helmet, and get on the wonder that is my motorcycle. Melodramatic much? Maybe.
I speed off, glad to be out of that hell hole. Nothing would make me go back there. Nothing.
I fucking love driving at night!
I sing along to the radio as I drive. I have a silver Toyota Camry. Yeah, a Hybrid. That's what I get for letting my parents pick a car for me, not that I hate it. I just get a lot of jokes about it. I'm on my way to a party, when some guy zips past me on a motorcycle. His long, and I mean long, black hair whips around wildly.
I watch him a while in the mirrors. He's in all black, completely blending in with the night. I raise an eyebrow, why would he want to blend in with the darkness? He could get hit.
I shake my head and will away the thoughts. A friend of mine has found me a date. I'm supposed to meet him at this party. I can't believe how nervous I am! When I park the car on the curb, I notice Todd. He's in my art history class, and not the friendliest person around.
He takes a long drag on the joint that sits loosely between his lips. He glowers at me as I walk by. It probably has something to do with the fact that my team won against his in high school. He'll never let it go…
I walk in, and immediately wish I hadn't. The smell of vomit, drugs, and sex assaults my nostrils. I don't breathe until I get to the backyard. I find Thomas milling around the pool. He's talking to some girls who are clearly high.
"Hey," I walk over to him, hoping that he hasn't gotten high yet, "So, where's this date of mine?"
His dull blue eyes are half closed, "I'm fucking exhausted, Ter."
A grin creeps over his lips, "Sorry. The guy didn't show up."
"Ah…I see…so this was just another way to get me to drive you back to the dorms?"
"Maybe…" he shoves his hands in his pockets, "His name's Patrick."
I heave a sigh, "Forget it, Thomas. Let's go."
I glance at my wristwatch, it's nearly two-thirty in the morning. I have a class in four hours, and it's about an hour drive back to the campus. How do I get myself into these situations? Oh, right…thanks Thomas…
I barely notice the car as I speed by. I can't fucking concentrate on anything but the cold air that surrounds me. It's so liberating!
I grin stupidly the way I always do when I'm alone on the road. I slow when I get close to the city limits. Damn, I wanted to fucking fly down the road for another hour. But we all know that being late to a class on the second day of the new semester is…aw fuck it. I'll make up for it later.
I spin around and take off back towards the party. The silver car is a blur yet again as I pass it. I still don't fucking notice…that is until I spin around and see where the car is now.
It's headed into town, and suddenly my curiosity is peaked. I want to know where it's going. Why? Who the fuck knows!? I have odd urges to stalk people randomly…okay not stalk just follow.
I tail them all the way to the college campus…wait…the campus? Eh, boooooriiiing. I take a right and drive a few blocks before parking my bike outside a little bar.
I take a seat at the bar and wave at Mikey. The red-head rolls his eyes, "What the fuck do you want, Vex?"
I give him one of my trademark half-smirks, "I'll take a scotch."
"Do you ever change it up a little?" Did I mention that he is my cousin? No…well he is, "You always order the same fucking thing."
"I wouldn't want to confuse you," I smile pleasantly. People hate me for that. With such an "innocent" smile, they hate the fact that they can't hate me. HAHA! Fuckers!
"No thanks. Hey, how's your mom?"
"She's good. Doing better since you…"
I cut him off sharply, "We've been through this. Don't bring it up."
He nods, "Fine. I won't. But she will when you go visit her."
"That's why I'm not going to visit her! It's a fucking brilliant plan!" I howl with laughter. Aahhh, I slay me!
Mikey rolls his clear blue-green eyes at me, "Pipe the fuck down. Believe it or not, there are patrons here who don't give a shit about our conversation. And they probably don't enjoy hearing it."
I smirk again, "They don't mind lil ol' me! They know who I am! You yelled that at the last guy who asked what the fuck we were talking about."
"That's different. That guy was one of my old high school teachers. He was a fucking prick."
"Good one," he sets my scotch in front of me. About fucking time.
"I try," I take a gulp of the alcohol. Oh, scotch you are the devil! MWAHAHAHAHAAA!! Yes…evil laughter…I am such a fucking little kid!
I drop Thomas off at his dorm, not bothering to help him inside. He's sober enough to walk to his room. I drive back to my own dorm and by the time I get into my room it is three o'clock. Great, I have three hours before my first class of the day. Shoot. Sometimes, I wish Thomas would call some other friend of his to pick him up from a party. My car will smell like smoke for a week.
I change into some loose pajamas before crawling into bed. I set my alarm and it's off to dreamland.
The radio kicks on, startling me from my sleep. I sit up, and glance around the room. My roommate hasn't left and doesn't move. Sometimes I think he can sleep through anything.
I silence the radio and get up. I have exactly one hour before I need to get to class. I grab my stuff and head for the bathrooms.
I check my watch as I set my pajamas on my bed. Forty minutes left. I get my messengers bag, neatly put the things I need for the day inside, and release a large yawn. I definitely should have gotten more sleep last night.
I check the clock on my desk. Thirty minutes. Just enough time to get to class. I hurry out of the dorms and get into my Camry. It's a twenty minute drive to the building I need to be in. When I get there, I find a good parking spot and dash into the building. I take my seat just as my fellow classmates begin to file in.
Unfortunately, it is only the second day of the semester, so everyone is trying to figure out which classes they can afford to skip. Everyone shows up.
AN:So there you have it! If you are kind and sweet enough to give me feedback, please let me know who's point of view you like best. I want to know if my fav is my readers' fav too!!! 'Til the next time I decide to post!!!