|Our Rebellious Romance
Author: Martica Narcassa PM
Sam and Hayden have been best friends forever but after an awkward revelation their lives will never be the same. WARNINGS: gay/bl/homo, sex, drugs, alcohol and other bad thingsRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Drama - Chapters: 6 - Words: 11,204 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 12-23-11 - Published: 07-29-11 - id: 2937750
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Hey ya'll sorry that none of my other junk has been updated in a while but I've busy and in a writing slump so I figured I would add something new… This story is supposed to be a web comic on smack jeeves but it's on the back burner right now so that I can get my other webcomic Hard Candy back up to speed considering it hasn't updated in 8 months… So hey enjoy this lovely distraction. Reviews are appreciated. ^_^
~chapter 1 Just a Normal Day~
My morning started off pretty normally….well my definition of it. I got dressed and step douche came in to yell at me. Surprisingly he was sober. Lucky for me my mom called him down for breakfast before he could hit me. I threw some liner on and slid my doc martins before I got a text from Hayden.
"need me 2 to pic u up?"
"Yeah" I texted back. I went downstairs to grab some breakfast and coffee. It sucked that my mom needed Tim. Tim or step douche, as I like to call him, is a retired vet who is here for a number of reasons 1). My real dad bailed, not sure why, but that was years ago. 2). My mom needs money 3). Mom didn't want to raise me alone 4). After puberty I got "difficult" as my mom put it. And 5). Because she needed someone who would force me to comply. I don't blame her for any of it she's just trying to be a good mom to a shitty kid. And trust me I'm a shitty kid.
When I walked in she tried to slyly hand me a pill bottle. Anti-depressants. Meanwhile step douche glared at me over the newspaper. I knew that glare pretty well "I was in the military getting shot at and watching my friends die but you think you need pills. Pussy." is essentially what it meant. Not my fault I wrote suicide notes because there's something wrong with my brain.
"Don't forget to take these." My mom said quietly pouring some coffee. I took one and then looked at step douche.
"Sorry Tim not everyone can drown their problems in vodka" He threw his paper down and got up from the table.
"Ungrateful little shit!" I heard Hayden's car so I grabbed my bag and ran out the door Tim close behind. I got in Hayden's car and slammed the door. He drove. The sad thing was my mom knew that Tim was abusive….but she didn't know what else to do with me anymore. Again…I didn't blame her.
Hayden looked over at me. He quietly read my look. Hayden also knew Tim was a douche but…I hadn't mentioned the abuse. It was my problem not his and he had enough problems as it was.
"Yeah…you got any cigarettes?" He handed me a pack and lighter. I lit one up immediately. And no I'm not legal to smoke. I felt much more relaxed taking my first drag.
"Would you like caffeine with your nicotine?"
"Yep." He drove us to a Starbucks drive through. I shot him a glare, he knew I hated Starbucks with a passion. Evil corporation and heinously jacked up prices for sub par coffee.
"Sorry they have a drive through and I'd like to get to school on time for once….so what do you want?"
"Black coffee and a muffin." He ordered mine along with his. For me this was a typical morning. Hayden here is my best friend, has been ever since first grade when he beat up a kid for stealing my bike. He was awesome in every conceivable way. Nice, he got along with every clique, funny, loyal, fronted the bill for pretty much everything and never expected me to repay him, (even though I did by doing his homework every once in awhile), joined me in whatever illegal or half assed thing I came up with and…
I was 100% in love with him…he was pretty much perfect. He was a fucking Abercrombie model! Had bright blonde hair, which was natural, bright blue eyes, was ripped but not insanely he was pretty athletic to. We got along so well and he knew pretty much everything about me…except that I was gay.
I was worried that if I told him he would get freaked out and never wanna talk to me again. Nobody wants to hang out with a friend if they think they're gonna wanna see them naked. I wasn't stupid enough to come out either. The only person who knew was Emorainbow….but more on him later. I mainly didn't want to tell Hayden because the guy was definitely straight. He was almost never without a girlfriend.
Hayden handed me my stuff. The muffin kinda sucked but the coffee was great. To me coffee was ambrosia…ok anything that had caffeine in it at 7 am was ambrosia. Shockingly Hayden arrived on time and I could see why. He had a new girl. Pretty little cheerleader waving to him. He walked off with her. I walked into school by myself the whole time with my fist clenched. It stung knowing he didn't swing my way and probably never would.
I spun my combo and right as I opened my locker a jock slammed it shut. I tried it again and when I grabbed my stuff another one knocked the shit out of my hands. Now I was pissed. They had to come fucking bug me every day because I was one of the three whole goth kids at this school. That apparently was enough reason to harass me and insult me all day. I clenched my fist and faced them.
"I know your combined IQ is barely above three digits but come on come up with something a little more creative!" One was really pissed and punched me in the face. Satisfied they walked off. My day just gets better and better. Hayden used to defend me but it was crystal clear I was on my own now. I slept through my classes until lunch.
When I walked in to sit at the combined emo and goth table (and yeah surprisingly we got along…we pretty much had to there being a limited amount of lunch tables) when Hayden noticed my black eye.
"What happened man?"
"Nothing unusual." He seemed a bit upset about it.
"Sorry." He looked at the floor.
"Not your problem." I sat down at the table. I was starving. I didn't have time to get lunch money from my mom before rushing out the door.
"Goin a bit dark on the eye shadow Sam?"
"No it's the pain from my inner most soul escaping." I laughed a little. No one else did, I hadn't really expected them to. "No really I just got punched." They gave me a look that screamed 'you deserved it' the sad part was they were right. The table chatted amongst themselves while I waited for Hayden to get back. A tray of food was slid in front of me as Hayden sat down.
He was lucky I was starving or I wouldn't have accepted his apology. I was just glad he was sitting at the table today, he could sit at any table he wanted including the coveted popular table. His new arm candy being a cheerleader it was even more shocking he was sitting here. I guess he was giving us pity, us poor outcasts. Gotta love his empathy for losers.
"So ah…is the script ready to go?"
"Pretty close, we can start today right after I edit it." We had a video production class together. The only class that I liked. His new girlfriend walked over. She whispered something in his ear.
"Hey, Sam do you think that you could take care of that for me I might be a little late…" I already knew what he was suggesting.
"Yeah sure, I got it covered." I grabbed my bag and got up really pissed off. She took his hand and led him to the back hallways, the unmonitored, unpatrolled hallways where everyone went to make out. I walked to the room quickly. When I got pissed like this all I wanted to do was throw myself into work and forget about everything for a little bit.
I edited the script and printed out a few copies by the time Hayden walked in and sat next to me. I handed him a stapled copy.
"Grab the equipment I wanna get at least one scene done today." He nodded and we went to the equipment room to grab cameras and tripods.
"Sam you wanna come over after school?" I guess this was an apology for spending all his time with skinny bitch. We hadn't hung out in a while…
"Sure, if you got shit."
"Trust me I got shit."
"Can we skip last hour. I got a test that I didn't study for."
"Yeah I got pre calc that hour." Who wouldn't wanna skip that? So we set up and filmed. After the bell rang we went out to his car and went back to his place. His family was about as bad off as my family, they lived in a two bed, one and half bath 750 square foot apartment. Hayden had to get a job at Holister to help them pay for bills. He must make plenty because of all the shit he buys for us. Pills, weed and liquor. I flopped on his couch.
"So what would make you happy today?" He pulled out the box of goodies.
"A joint and a shot of Jack would be a great start." He rolled one up and handed me the bottle. Handed up the joint and I lit it up. I practically melted into the couch. I took a hit and then passed it to him. "That's some good shit."
"I always have good shit." He must sell or know the right guys. He smirked and tossed me a controller. We smoked and drank and played Halo for a few hours. I checked the time.
"Fuck I gotta get home" Emo was probably wondering where the hell I was by now.
"Need a ride?"
"If you can drive." He laughed.
"I've driven more fucked up than this." That was good enough for me. He took me home, I waved bye and went inside. Tim seems preoccupied with something that was on TV, but my mom was in the kitchen.
"Oh Sam your home, we got pizza." She got me a slice. I was glad she remembered to be me veggie lovers.
"Thanks for remembering mom." She smiled.
"No problem." I went upstairs. My mom seemed so tired lately. I wondered why. I hurried up and logged on to messenger. Emo was already on and waiting for me.
"did you plan to keep me waiting all night?"
"No I was hanging with my friend. Getting fucked up."
"How come you get to have all the fun? Don't I get to have some?" I smirked.
"Is this the kinda fun I'm thinking of?"
Emo: "You bet your sweet ass it is." Then there was a winking emoticon. We did this a lot. He knew exactly what I liked.
Me: "Start it off."
Emo: "I see you at a club sitting and at the bar and I walk over."
Me: "I notice you and smirk."
Emo: "I take a seat next to you."
Me :"I say "you need something?""
Emo: "I smirk and reply "Yeah I hear you're the guy to talk to about fetishes.""
I unzipped my pants and rubbed my boxers a little.
Me: "I am, what do you need?"
Emo: "I want you to tie me up and do whatever floats into that devious head of yours."
Me: "I like the sound of that" I drive us to my place. We go into my room and I tie you to the bed. Then I strip you down.
Emo: "The first thing you do to me is stroke my already throbbing cock."
Me: "Been thinking of this long?"
Emo: "Yeah" I moan a little"
Me: "I stroke you until you get close to cumming. "Beg me"
Emo: "Lemme finish…please…I'll do anything."
Me: "I smirk. "I like the sound of anything." I finish you off. My hands are sticky." (My hands in the real world were sticky to, I was already pre-cumming) "Clean them off"
Emo: "I licked them clean. I licked the taste of myself off your hands eagerly."
Me: "I want to put your mouth to a much better use." I unzip my pants and drop my boxers and hover over you so that you can suck my cock."
Emo: "I blow you eagerly." God he knew how to get me going. I was almost done.
Me: "I'm close."
Emo: "Me to."
Me: "God you get me hot Emo."
Emo: "Mmm good now cum for me."
I stroked myself until I did.
A minute or two later
Emo: "Me to."
I cleaned up and put my boxers on. I heard Tim coming up the stairs so I logged out really quickly. He came in the room.
"You lazy shit! You were supposed to take the garbage out." He slugged me right out of the chair. "That's for the crack you made this morning!" He kicked me a few times and then left. I took a minute or two to recover and then I got back up on the chair. I winced. It hurt pretty bad. I logged back in.
Emo: "Dude you gotta get new internet." Tim abused me frequently enough to where Emo thought I had internet problems. I hadn't told anyone about the abuse. I didn't need to worry people who couldn't help me. Hayden had his own problems and Emo probably had his own problems to deal with.
Now would probably be the best time to explain Emorainbow. I had met Emo on a gay teen chat room. He was the only person that I actually liked so we added each other to our messengers and talked every day. I really liked him. He was smart, had a dark sense of humor, sarcastic, liked my writing and really knew how to get me going. He was one of the two people that made my life bareable. Best of all he was gay, so unlike Hayden there was a small possibility we might get together some day.
I really hoped that happened. I was sick of being jealous of Hayden's trick of the week. I wanted my own person to love and date. Though I did have some concerns about Emo, I had no idea what he looked like there is only so much ugly or fat I'm willing to handle, second he might not even be my age could be some creepy pedophile or a serial killer.
Me: "yeah I know."
Emo: "I really want to meet you."
I'd been waiting for one of us to say that for a while. It was probably time to see if he was the real deal. We had been talking for almost a year now.
Me: "I do to."
Emo: "How about this weekend?"
We actually did live in the same state just in different counties.
Me: "If you want."
We worked out all the details. Where (new club that just opened one city away), when (Saturday around 8 pm).
Me: "I can't wait."
Emo: "me neither."
We talked for another hour about random things.
Me: "I hate having to say goodnight to you. It's the shittyest part of my day."
Emo: "Same here, but pretty soon you won't have to for a while."
Me: "Yeah, ttyl"
Then I logged off to go to take a shower before bed.