“Mind moving your head?” I asked the pale freckled boy in front of me angrily. He turned and smirked.

“Move it yourself then, bitch,” he said with a Irish accent. I scowled at him, but inside I was squealing. That had to be the HOTTEST male I had ever seen. I completely forgot what I was complaining to this god about, and hoped I didn’t look too dumb. He talked and laughed with his friends, not paying any attention to the soccer game in front of us.

“Great match!” he called out after it was over. One of the players, dressed in red, shouted back at him.

“Aww Louis! You didn’t see a damn minute of it! Talking to your fag friends!” he joked.

“I’m telling my girlfriend!” one of the guys in front of me said. The guy on the field laughed, shook his head and walked into the locker room. He was probably the second hottest male I had ever seen. And I think Cute Irish Guy and Soccer Guy were brothers. The older brother, Soccer Guy, had bright red hair and I imagined that Soccer Guy had the same piercing, clear blue eyes that his brother had.

“Come on, Scott! Let’s go! Christian said he’d introduce us to some of the players sisters. Damn I love his connections!” One of my friends jostled my shoulder as they all paraded out. I stood and followed them, as if in a daze.

“Scott? You okay man? I think he needs mouth to mouth! John! Get over here!” my best friend, Brian yelled.

“AAAHHHHHHH! Nooooo! I swear John if you touch me-” I screamed as John launched himself at me. He grabbed me around the waist and we both toppled down, his arms pinning mine down.

“But Scott! You loved last night!” John protested jokingly.

“And you get hard for you fucking poster of Johnny Depp!” I called back at him.

“That makes no sense. That has nothing to do with what we were just talking about,” he said bluntly. We all laughed and insulted each other as we exited the stadium.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” and Irish voice called out. “Careful where you put your big feet! You almost broke my foot!”

“Ah! Let it go, Louis! Let’s just go!” his brother called.

“But Danny! He hurt my foot! Make him pay!” Louis whined. Louis looked about fifteen, about six foot with black hair that was shaggy to about his shoulders. He was tan and wiry, and dressed pretty normally, with jeans on the loose side and a tighter than normal shirt, with the name of some Irish band on it. He scowled at me, and pushed me. I stumbled back a step but otherwise didn’t move. I raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna follow up on that?” I asked, laughing. “Seemed a little weak.”

“Sure!” he smiled. He walked up to me, and planted his lips on mine. Everyone around us gasped. I froze. That was not what I was expecting. He pulled back.

“See ya later!” he waved and bounced off, presumably to follow his brother and friends. I was surrounded by my friends, John saying I should go give him mouth to mouth, asking me if I was okay, or if I thought he should be reported. I didn’t really hear much, but I could still feel his lips on mine.

A week later. I still couldn’t get that boy out of my head. He was driving me insane! I couldn’t get his face out of my head, the clear blue eyes, long black hair. Not something you would expect for the Irish, but I didn’t really care. Maybe he dyed it. His brother had red hair. I bet it was soft. No! Can’t think about Louis. That had suddenly become my favorite name. I named my stuffed koala bear Louis. Yes, I do actually have a stuffed koala bear. Deal with it bitch!

“Scott! Dinner time!” my mom called up the stairs. I groaned and shuffled down, taking as much time as I wanted on the stairs.

“Son, you’re late to dinner!” my father reprimanded. My father had a very traditional view of what a boy should be like, and I didn’t fit in that pattern. He was a business tycoon, spending all his free time talking to his golf buddies that were also his business associates. And then some nights he wouldn’t come home ‘cause he was still at the office, screwing his 20 year old secretary. Mom knew, hell, everybody knew, but no one cared ‘cause he was rich. It’s amazing what money can buy. Of course, I won’t be inheriting that fortune, no, that money is going to my older, football playing, kiss ass, heterosexual brother. Dumb ass.

“Scott! Pay attention son! Your mother has been asking you for a minute if you want mashed potatoes!” And that would be my dad.

“Sorry. Yeah, thanks mom.” I piled my plate with mashed potatoes, peas, roast beef and corn. My parents made small talk, while Josh and I ate in rare silence. Until he started kicking me.

“Stop kicking me!” I hissed. My legs were still sore from out running some homophobic assholes at school. Josh smirked and kicked me again. “Stop!” I whined.

“Why? Is the poor, fragile faggot hurt? Did the big, mean football players beat the shit out of you today?” he mocked in a voice like he was talking to a baby. It had been like that ever since he caught me and John making out after school.

“Shut up!” I said, louder now.

“Scott! Language!” my mother scolded.

“Yes Scott, watch your language, you potty mouth!” Josh smirked again.

“I hate you!” I yelled at him.

“Scott! Go to your room!” my mother demanded. “And apologize to your brother!”

“O great brother. Accept my humble offerings,” I mocked as I kneeled in front of him. Then I stood, grabbed the bowl of mashed potatoes and sent it flying into his face. Oh God that felt good! Before my parents could react I bounded up the stairs and locked myself in my room. That was ridiculously fun, but I was gonna pay at school tomorrow. All Josh had to say was “Scott” and the whole football team would hunt me down. Damn. I fell asleep with uneasy thoughts.

The next day I was awakened by someone beating my door.

“What?” I demanded.

“Scott you get your little ass out here this instant!” Josh called.

“And what if I don’t?” I taunted.

“Then I’m going to bring the boys over here and you’ll be leaving this house in a body bag or worse,” he threatened.

“I’ll stay close to mom and dad then.”

“They won’t care. I’ll think of a good enough reason.” I knew he was right. They would believe him, not me. I sighed and got ready for school.

“I wonder how long Josh is going to wait for me,” I mused as I climbed out my window onto the roof, and climbed down the fire escape. The second I hit the ground I took off running. I reached the school five minutes later, and no, I didn’t run the whole way. But I was still out of breath when Brian found me.

“Threatened again?” he asked sympathetically. I nodded and continued to gulp down air.

“Hey, remember that day we were at the soccer game?” I nodded. “Well, remember the guy that kissed you?” I nodded again. Of course I remember him. How could I forget? “Well, don’t look now but he’s coming this way.”

“WHAT?!?!?” I yelped as I jumped up. “He doesn’t go here!”

“Apparently he does,” Brian whispered to me. I scowled.

“Hey, friend!” an Irish voice called out from right behind me. “Long time no see!” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t,” I pleaded. “My brother.”

“What about him?” Louis asked.

“He’s homophobic. And this isn’t what it seems, but he’ll think it is and oh God there he is! Gotta go, bye! Nice seeing you again, Louis!” I yelled as I raced off towards the school building.

“Hey, what were you and my brother doing? ‘Cause if he was molesting you, I can help you get revenge,” Josh offered the smiling Louis.

“I think you should leave your brother alone. He never hurt you,” he said in that damn sexy accent and walked off.

“Hey, if you’re thinking that I’m going to just sit back and get food thrown at me, then you’ve got another thing coming! I bet you’re a faggot too, aren’t you?” Louis smiled and shrugged.

“Why does it matter to you? Is it going to affect you at all?”

“If I see you and my brother together ever again I’m going to beat you both shitless.”

“Are you now?” another voice entered the conversation.

“Oh, hi Danny! This guy thinks that homos are disgusting.” Louis nodded at Josh.

“Oh really now.” Danny straightened himself, now taller and buffer than Josh. “Are you sure you want to be picking on my little brother, mate? Bad choice.”

“I can still beat my little brother, mate,” he added on ‘mate’ with an over exaggerated accent, his friends gwaffing behind him.

“Ah, not if he’s friends with Louis. I don’t really like it when people are too violent for the wrong reasons.”

“And I really don’t like it when disgusting fags display their disgusting affection in public,” Josh countered, sneering. I was watching this display of macho-ness from a perch in a tree, one I had climbed often to avoid capture. This tree and I were great friends, I had even named it. His name is Jack. Jack is one of my best friends. Lots of birds like Jack too, he is quite the ladies man. He’s kind of a player, with different bird on his branches at the same time. Whatever. I’m rambling. About a fucking tree.

“Why don’t you just go cool down?” Danny suggested, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why don’t you just go mind your own business and leave me alone?”

“If you’ll leave your brother alone.”

“Not a promise,” Josh smirked.

“Better be a guarantee.” I laughed out loud, I love that movie! I love how the Irish make ‘guarantee’ into ‘garuntee’. It’s so sexy. Of course, Josh, being the idiot he is didn’t recognize the quote. But he did hear and recognize my mirth from up in the tree.

“Come down you little rat!” he yelled at me. I shrank back against Jack, trying my best to blend in with the foliage. I saw everyone walking over to Jack and Josh kicked it has hard as he could.

“Josh! What the fuck are you doing?” I screeched at him, worried Jack was in pain.

“Get down here right now!” he called out again. He pulled back his foot to kick Jack again, but Danny kicked his foot behind him, making him twist his knee and fall over.

“You are really a stupid little boy, aren’t you?” Danny asked calmly.

“I bet I’m older than you!” Josh screamed back at him, his face red with pain and humiliation.

“Oh really now. And just how old do you think I am? Because you’re acting like a five year old.” Josh seethed at him, his eyes spitting venom. How can your eyes spit? Maybe he was glaring daggers. Yeah, that’s it. Suddenly I felt a tug on my hand supporting me on the tree. I looked behind me and saw Louis looking up at me, motioning for me to climb down the back and run away. I grinned and silently shimmied down Jack, running off in the other direction with Louis while Danny kept Josh down and his friends scared. Once we had reached the park, which was only a few blocks away, Louis pulled out his phone and beeped his brother, letting him know we made it out safely.

“That seemed really rehearsed. Do you guys rescue people a lot?”

“Just each other!” Louis grinned. He had the cutest grin ever and pearly little teeth. He was wearing a grey beanie that covered most of his head, ending right above his eyebrows, shaggy black hair peeking out. He was wearing a black wool jacket against the cold. Snow crunched under our feet as we walked to a bench.

“My brother used to take me here when I was little. Before I got my ‘affliction’,” I muttered darkly, sitting down. Louis sat down next to me, hugging me around the shoulders.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you!” he exclaimed happily. I leaned into the hug, awkwardly since my arms were pinned down by his.

“He thinks you’re afflicted too,” I laughed at him. He pouted adorably, letting go of me.

“Do you?” he asked, pulling puppy dog eyes on me.

“No silly, I think you’re wonderful.” He squealed happily and hugged me again, pecking me on the cheek.

“Why am I wonderful?”

“Because you and your brother saved me a hospital visit,” I grinned at him, pain showing in my eyes. Louis suddenly became serious.

“He sends you to the hospital?” he asked quietly, his eyes snapping in unchecked fury.

“Regularly.” I look down, ashamed. I feel a soft hand against my chin and he’s guiding my head up now, so we’re looking straight into each other’s eyes, light blue against dark brown. He kisses me softly, more gently than I’ve ever been kissed. He pulled back quickly, looking ashamed.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered, moving to stand up. I placed my hand on his arm. He looked at me sadly.

“I think you should do that again,” I offered, leaning my head in to meet him halfway.

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AN: So yeah, I'm a little shit. Dunno why I keep writing non-nanoes during nano season. But I drew the most adorable Odyssey comic EVER today. Actually, it's not all that great, but whatevs. So, tell me what you think, and I could possibly write more if you guys think it seems unfinished. It kinda feels like I just left Danny beating up Josh, but you can probably guess what happened. Who's going to the hospital now, bitch!