|Someone Like You
Author: JaceSol PM
This a story about two guys falling for each other. One is a nobody, the other is a somebody on the run. Will it last? Or will the world consume them? If you can't take a hint, this is slash.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,541 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 04-09-11 - Published: 01-30-11 - id: 2887111
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Ok, this is my first story so it may be a little rough around the edges, maybe even cliche, but i promise to try listen to your reviews and alter what is necessary. So please, don't feel bad if you don't like it, or just plain hate it. All I ask is that you'd tell me so I can adjust it if i see fit. Thanks!
"Out! Out! I will not have a... fag living in my house! Get out and don't come back!" Brady's dad yelled, pushing his son through the doorway. "To think that after all I've done for you, you'd turn into a..." He sneered in disgust. "You are no longer a part of this family."
Brady cringed as the door slammed. For a few minutes he sat there, stunned. Then came the tears, the tears of loss, pain, rejection, and longing. He needed to leave. To out run the memories. He needed out. Brady slowly stood up, shaking slightly.
"So, you're still alive."
Brady jerked his head around, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes. His sister was leaning out her window. "Mostly, how much did you hear?"
"Almost all of it. I still can't believe you could do this to the family." She shook her head slowly. "You know he means it right? He probably won't ever want to see you again."
"Yes, I do." Brady replied quietly. "That's why I've got to leave. To ease their suffering... And mine..."
Abby rolled her eyes and pushed back a strand of blonde hair. "Look, bro. I'm not here to pile on anymore 'suffering'. I'm here to help." She ducked back inside and popped back out a few moments later. "Mom and Dad are yelling about you. I'll try to grab a few things for your 'new life'. You don't mind a purple suitcase do you?"
Brady's expression gradually melted from shock to gratitude. "No... Not at all. Thanks, Sis."
"No problem. Errr, actually there probably will be a problem." She shrugged her shoulders. "But you're my brother, and what's a few months of punishment against the sibling bond? Oi, I'm starting to sound like you, Brady. So melodramatic." She made a face, then remembered what she was supposed to be doing. "Right, well anything special you need? I won't be able to get much, but I'll do what I can."
"Just my sketch pad and a few pencils, I can't get by without them..." Abby nodded and darted back into the house, hair flying. Brady slowly sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the afternoon's events. He watched as the world went on without him. The joggers still jogged, dogs still barked, sun still shone. Detached was the only word he could find to describe it. Pulling himself down to the present, he could hear his mom yelling at his father through the brick walls. "I hope she's not mad too. I mean I know he's off the hinges, but I don't think I could take both of them hating me..." He whispered to himself quietly.
"Okay, I'm back." His sister's blonde head poked out of the window. She clambered out, lugging a purple Justin Beiber suitcase. Dodging shrubbery, she dragged it over to Brady and sighed. "Well, I did the best I could... There's a few changes of clothes, some sweatpants, toiletries, and around $200. That should cover a week in a motel 'til you can find a job, rig- Ack!" Abby was cut off by a hug from Brady.
"Thanks Abby." He released her and laughed as she fought to regain her breath. "God, I didn't squeeze you that hard. Anyways, thanks squirt." He ruffled her hair and picked up the suitcase. Taking a deep breath, he started down the sidewalk, the sun shining as though nothing was wrong. As if a boy's life hadn't just been severed.
"Brady, wait!" Abby ran after him, jumping up and hugging his neck. "I'm so sorry, Brady..." She let go and sniffled. "Two weeks. Then meet me at the old birch in Central Park, one sharp. If you're not there, I will personally break every bone in your body." She threatened, blue eyes watering.
Brady nodded, knowing that she was most likely serious. "I'll be there. Bye, Sis." He leaned down and hugged her. Blinking hard, he turned and walked toward his new life.