GUESS WHO'S BACK! Over the last year since my disappearance from FictionPress, I've been revamping and redoing a lot of stuff within Boy Meets Boys. I don't know if anyone would remember this story, it's been gone too long, but I hope to revive it. Especially since I am the admin of a role-play site based off it's sequel! Yes, there is a sort-of sequel to the story, how, I don't know.

Well, enjoy the return of Angel and Alex, and I hope to hear lots of things back from readers!

~ Lara

(1) Boy Meets Boy the Unconventional Way

[Angel]

New Jersey. New frickin’ Jersey.

Why couldn't we move to like, Seattle or something? I mean come on, New Jersey?

It’s just... so small. It’s nothing like my home. California, now that is a place to live, especially San Francisco, now that is a city.

It was where I met my first boyfriend, had my first kiss with said boyfriend.

I miss him. Nick was an awesome boyfriend, absolutely perfect in my book. When I told him my mom was moving us to Jersey, he just held me tight and we cried in each other’s arms for hours. He didn't get angry, he didn't scream, yell, or anything like that. We had a quiet understanding. Just like we always did.

I told him I couldn't make any promises on keeping contact; I knew that, he knew that.

So we promised to call each other once a week, somehow see each other over breaks and vacations. And to tell you the truth, I miss hearing the sound of my name escape his lips. I love his voice so full of laughter. He was not only a musical genius, but his voice to me is to die for. At night he sometimes sang until we both fell asleep. What can I say? We are in love. I mean, seriously In Love.

Just because we're so far apart, doesn't mean we should stop loving each other. And I know we never will. He is the lead singer of a band we started with three of our best friends. Daniel played guitar, Kevin played bass, and Daniel's brother Andy played drums. We all had a hand in writing the music, but mostly me behind their lyrics. I sang additional vocals and played guitar for some of the songs, sometimes our friend Zak would do a reggae song with us, but those days went by in a stoned out blur. We played shows in bars and clubs around the Bay Area and the Central Valley.

Now my mom has dragged me out across the states from the west coast to the east coast, from California to New Jersey. And so here I sit, in this dirty, unheated and crowded club sort of thing with a coke and I’m intentionally being oblivious to everything. Joy, let me tell you, just wonderful... (Note the sarcasm dripping from my every word.)

The third band that’s played since I've been here finally got off stage; they were ushered off with minor cheers and applause. Wow, they sucked. I mean, I knew a little about the Jersey rock scene, not much, but a couple of bands I've heard of came from here, and that was it. Another band with a punk rock and Goth look to them walked on stage to cheers, whistles, and massive applause. Huh, must be a club favorite. Downing most of my coke, I pushed my way through the crowd back to the 'bar', although it really wasn't. They only sold water, soda, Gatorade and other energy drinks. Bands who stayed after were selling $2 demos and band merchandise. I sat down on an empty stool at the counter and waved down the barman, well, woman.

"Water please." She handed me a bottle of water with a smile, her nametag said 'Riley' and I smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Riley." I handed her a dollar bill and she smiled again before walking off to another customer. Just then, the band that went up earlier began introducing themselves, with much enthusiasm from the crowd, before they began playing.

"What’s up Belleville, how are you tonight!?" The crowd cheers and whistles.

The singer looked quite pale and disheveled from where I was. He had messy dark, dirty-blonde hair and stunning green eyes.

The singer grinned madly, "Well, we are DOZING DEATH!!!! Enjoy the show ladies and gents!!!!"

The crowd screamed back in response. The drummer tapped a beat out in the background, and their two guitarists kicked off a rhythm after and their set began. It seemed to me the band was going for a style all their own. The was the grunge singer, the light-blonde masculine drummer, the back vocalist and guitarist with reddish-brown waves, the second guitarist with an undone Mohawk and the almost-ripped-to-shreds jeans who jumped around the stage a lot, and last but not least, the bassist with the serious emo/punk look going on, emo glasses and beanie to match. Emo boy was a hottie, as was Mohawk boy. He had the same green eyes as the singer and had the same messy, dark dirty-blonde hair poking out from under his gray Anthrax beanie.

I watched his slow, rhythmic movements, just bobbing his head to the music as he strummed his black and white bass. The band ended their set several songs later and walked off the stage with thunderous applause. After them the crowd spread out a little and a waitress went up and turned on the stereo system of the club, signaling Emo boy's band was the last for the night. They packed up their equipment and walked off stage, dispersing into the now less-crowded club.

I gazed on as Emo boy walked to the bar's general direction, before being attacked by preppy scene girls. You know the kind, the ones that go for one-night stands with the good-looking band members, the ones that are ruining the underground rock scene with their rich fathers and stereo-type jock boyfriends, the ones that have 'back-stabbing bitch' written all over them.

From where I was, I could tell he looked a little overwhelmed and a bit freaked out at the sudden attention. He looked up over some chick's head at the bar and caught my eye. So I decided what the hell? I got up slowly for effect and strode through the swarm of young girls towards him. I stopped in front of him a beat later and he looked at me with 'Help' written all over his face. Another beat. I grabbed his belt loop and pulled him to me, our bodies touching full on.

"Don't freak out on me... Just play along, okay?" I whispered in his ear, one arm snaking around his neck.

His muscles rippled under my touch through the thin fabric, I could already tell he reluctantly wanted this, and I loved it. But I liked a little foreplay before getting to the good fun.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, and he responded by wrapping his arms around my small waist. So I figured we might as well do a little role-play for a hardcore scene. Did a quick scan and made sure the little whores were watching and began....

"Hey babe, you guys did great! You sounded your best tonight!" I said, loud enough for the preps to hear, but not so the whole joint could hear me. He grinned nervously at me and smiled with a light, getting the clue after a second.

"Only for you doll, only for you," He said, his hands rubbing up and down my sides, making them warm with heat. I was melting in his touch as his arms wrapped around my waist again and pulled us closer together, touching his forehead to mine, and pecking my cheek with an innocent kiss.

"See? I told you I was the perfect motivation for you!" I said, grinning and sliding my hands into his back pockets, giving his ass a slight squeeze.

He flushed and did beyond what I thought he would, assuming what I was thinking was true. He is straight. I am bisexual. Oh, and did I forget to mention... I'm a guy? Haha, guess not. He leaned in and pressed soft lips gently to mine and placed a hand on my neck, as if he thought I'd pull away.... Heheh, me, pull away from a beautiful guy like him? Hahaha... I think not.

I didn't respond at first, just letting the slight shock wear off and the electricity flow before kissing him with equal gentleness. Not letting him pull away either, I deepened the kiss, slipping a hand to the back of his neck too. Emo boy slanted his head and slid his tongue in my mouth; he tasted like cigarettes and mint gum. It felt good, as good as if I was kissing Nick once more. But there was so much heat, so much intensity, such a spark; I completely vanished inside his kiss. I heard groans and complaints as if they were far away, coming from several girls. They left us and headed to other band members.

I heard several remarks about us, and one girl whistle and say, "Oh my god! That is so fucking hott! Look at them go!"

I smiled into the kiss, and pulled away slowly, making the kiss last as long as possible before breaking it. He was pink in the face and breathing heavy. Oops, did I do that? I smirked.

"So, ever kiss a guy before?" I asked, taking his hand once more and guiding him over to the bar.

"Uh... a few times, heheh..." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck with a calloused hand. He had beautiful hands, the hands of a musician, rough with a gentle touch.

"So... what’s your name?" He asked, turning to face me.

I smiled at him, "Angel Morgan." I said, opening my bottle of water and taking a sip.

"Morgan? Hey, my best friend has the same last name... Oh, and my names Alex, Alex Kaine. I'm the bassist for my brother's band." He said, smiling. He had a sexy smile, but I don't think he knew that.

"Cool. Well, I just moved out here with my mom from California," I told him, chugging more water.

"Nice, so are you in high school or something?" He asked, seeming interested, resting his chin on his hand.

"Yeah, I'm a senior. I'll be 18 in a couple of months." I replied, mimicking him.

Just then, the other four band members walked over and sat by us. They pulled up some empty stools and made a half-circle around us. The Mohawk boy and the masculine drummer by me, the brown-haired singer and curly boy sat by Alex.

"Hey Alex whose your new friend?" The singer asked from next to Alex, grinning at me. I just nodded back.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Angel, this is Derek, my sad older brother and singer for Dozing Death." He said, like it was a pain.

"Hey, I'm pathetic, not sad. Anyways, I'm Derek Kaine, curly-guy is Damon Delano-Rays, also our rhythm guitarist and back-up vocalist, Kaiser Lee over there is our drummer, and Jamie Morgan behind you is our lead guitarist and screaming vocals." He said, gesturing to each of them.

I smiled, "And I'm Angel Morgan." I said, receiving surprised expressions from all but Alex.

"Morgan? Are you related to Jamie in some freaky way?" Damon asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Angel? Holy shit, man! Where the hell have you been for the last ten years?!" Jamie spoke finally, well, squealed would be the right word for it really. I turned to face him and finally got a good look at him, and then I recognized him.

My cousin who I haven't seen in almost ten years.

"Jamie? Oh my god, man, I completely forgot you lived in Belleville! How's your dad? How are you?" I asked, shaking his outstretched hand, allowing Jamie to pull me into a hug.

"Well, he whined for several days when you two left after New York! Your step-dad came around several times wondering where you went, and god, so much happened. Family went nuts, especially grandma!" He said, excited now. "So like, when did you guys get back? Does my dad know your back?"

"Well, we just got back a week ago, I start school next week and mom was going to surprise your dad with a visit on Sunday!" I replied. Downing the last the last of my water, I threw it at a garbage can and made it.

"Cool, so you've been here this whole time?" He asked grabbing Alex's coke and receiving a dirty look in return, but still drank it nonetheless.

"Yeah, I watched your guy's set, way better than the bands before you. But then again, that’s me. I've been dating a musician the last few years, so I'm deep into the California underground music scene. I might as well check out the Jersey rock scene while I’m back here." I said, patting Jamie on the head. Jamie made a funny face when I did it and everyone laughed, even Jamie.

"So Angel, you just moved back to Jersey and you're related to our Jamie-boy here, how is that?" Derek asked, struggling to open his water bottle.

"My mom and his mom are sisters." I replied taking Derek's bottle and opening it for him, handing it back to him.

"Thanks. So, did you see our set? Did you like it?" Derek was asking questions like crazy. It was funny, but I refrained from laughing.

"I swear I just said that... But, yes, yes, you guys were great! I loved the lyrics, who wrote 'em?" I replied with a question. People hate that so bad, but it’s funny.

"Derek." The four of them replied in unison and Derek smiled like a happy madman. Creepy.

"Well you guys, it’s getting late and I'm tired. So I shall see you all later!" I said, standing up and turning to the guys.

They all said their good-byes and shook my hand, but Alex just smiled shyly and waved, I did the same. Heading for the door, I walked out, pulling my Marlboro lights from my pocket, lighting one and taking a drag. I heard the door open behind me when I was halfway to my Ducati motorcycle; I paid no mind to it until someone started calling my name.

"Angel, hey Angel!" It was Alex. He ran from the entrance to me and bent over breathing hard. He pulled out an inhaler and used it before standing up to face me.

"Yes Alex?" I asked casually with a smile, taking another drag from my cigarette.

"Uh, the guys want to know if--" He began, but I stopped him.

"--You mean you wanted to know?" I asked, taking one last drag and dropping the cigarette on the ground, watching it burn away waiting for Alex's reply.

"Um, yeah, I was wondering--uh--if you want to hang out with us at the beach... We uh, go there after every gig... And I--I wanted to talk with you, I guess...." He replied quickly and nervously.

"Sure, tell the guys... I'd like to get to know you too...." I said, smiling at him. He smiled in return and ran back to the club, five minutes later coming back out with Derek, Damon, Jamie, and Kaiser.

"So, you're going with us to our beach?" Derek asked, grinning happily.

"Yeah, might as well catch up with Julie." I replied, grinning at Jamie, glared at the old nickname, but grinned nonetheless and gave me thumbs up.

"Alright well, just follow us in my car. It'll take about 20 minutes." Derek said, pointing behind him.

It was a '97 black Jeep Cherokee with a small trailer hooked in back, cute car really, but it showed its use. Hauling five teenage boys and band equipment, was my guess. I nodded and Derek, Damon, and Jamie headed to Derek's car, Kaiser to a minivan next to it. Alex lingered a bit before starting towards them and I smirked.

"Hey Alex, want to ride with me?" I called to him, jumping on my Ducati. Alex turned and smiled.

Walking over, he jumped on behind me, wrapping his slender arms my waist and resting his head against the back of my shoulder. Believe me, my heart was racing and it-felt great. My bike started up with a beckoning purr and I rode it slowly up beside Derek’s car. Peeking into the driver’s side window, I grinned at the guys.

“Hey, Alex’s riding with me, I’ll follow you, but I want to stop for some JD.” I said, holding my dirt bike helmet in one hand and handing the my extra one to Alex, who pulled off his glasses and hooked them into his skin-tight zip-up hoodie, pulling the helmet over his gray beanie and pushing open the visor, his green-hazel eyes shinning in the street lights.

“Sweet! Let’s get wasted at the beach!” Jamie yelled from the passenger side happily.

They all laughed and I just shook my head jokingly.

“Well, you get ahead of me and I’ll follow you to a cheap ass gas station.” I said, pulling on my helmet finally and looking at Derek, who nodded and started his car, pulling out, and driving down the road, Alex and I right behind him and behind us drove Kaiser in the band van.

30 minutes and one out-of-the-way gas station, we were seated around a roaring fire on a long stretch of dark, empty beach.

Jamie had his Gibson out and strumming a while a tune while Derek hummed along with it. Damon was sprawled out on the sand asleep and Kaiser just sat cross-legged, leaning back on his hands and staring at the starry skies.

Alex was sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees exposed by ripped up jeans. And I lay on my side, my feet by the fire, every few minutes taking my eyes from the flames to look at Alex’s slightly shivering form.

I smiled, sat up, and pulled off my trench coat, exposing my sleeveless arms to the cool ocean air. I’ve had this coat since I was thirteen, and back then, it was full length. But over the years I’ve cut it, so it’s about ten inches shorter than a regular floor-length trench coat.

I pushed it around Alex's slender shoulders, causing him to stop shivering a little and look over his shoulder at me, smiling thankfully.

"Thanks..." He said quietly, smiling at me still. I nodded in response and went back to gazing deeply into the bright flames.

Pretty soon, it was close to 1 a.m., and Derek, Jamie, and Damon had broken out into a chorus of one of their songs and Kaiser had pulled out his drumsticks, tapping along with the other three on a rock. I smiled softly, looking on at the four of them having fun, remembering all the fun times I had with my boyfriend, Nick, who I am now 3000 miles away from and probably won't see until Christmas break. I lay back down on my side, getting sleepy, closing my eyes until I heard a rustling sound in the sand, and opened them, staring straight into Alex's shadowed face. His eyes were partially open behind his glasses, so I reached over and pulled them off slowly, folding them up and setting them in the sand above our heads.

Alex's eyes fluttered open to look at me, the green of his eyes glowed in the brightly burning flames, such an intense jade color, I wanted to jump on him right then and there. He looked so much older than what I assume he was. All of a sudden, my stomach felt light and airy, like butterflies, but so much more intense than these feelings should be. The only time I had felt like this is when I'm around Nick. Now they’re flaming up around Alex. But I can't do that, not to Nick. I love Nick, he loves me, and we love our band and the words we sing. I closed my eyes in reminiscence.

And then, I found out just how unpredictable Alex Kaine really was.

I opened my eyes at the feeling of being touched on my cheek. Alex was absentmindedly caressing my cheek slowly with the backs of his long fingers. It felt gentle, almost loving, and I was reveling in the contact of his touch. Another unpredictable thing about Alex Kaine, this young man has no shame in hiding what he is, or, was hiding from others at least. He pushed his body closer to mine, wrapping one arm around my waist, his other hand still stroking my cheek. He smiled shyly at me, and then pressed his lips to mine.

I smiled in the kiss, and let my heart rule over my brain. I haven't done that in quite a long time.