YLDSHAMAMD: You are such a loser. I can't believe you did that!
Seven77: Thinking that your English teacher is a lesbian and trying to set her up on a date with your art teacher is nothing to be ashamed of. My art teacher said to make sure next time. She also said not to try to set her up anymore because she doesn't need students interfering with her personal life.
YLDSHAMAMD: You are officially the biggest geek on the entire planet. Congratulations. They might put you into Guinness if you tell them to.
Seven Owens couldn't help but giggle as he read the text that appeared on his monitor. Travis had the best sense of humor. He always made the best jokes and seemed to find just the right thing to make Seven's mood lighten when he was down, sometimes to the point where he would crack up laughing and fall on the floor. This often earned seven quite a few strange looks from his family members.
Seven77: I still don't know what your new SN stands for. What was wrong with your last one anyway?
YLDSHAMAMD: Too many people were sending me porn ads. I mean, "LargeHands14"? What the hell was I thinking?
Seven77: You did make it when you were 14. Most males are pretty stupid at that time in their lives.
YLDSHAMAMD: Sev, you're less than a year younger than me and you're a male, too.
Seven77: But I am superior to you human males. I've had the same SN since we met because I think ahead. Stupid.
YLDSHAMAMD: It's so weird knowing that you've had that same SN for almost 7 years now.
Seven77: I'm just that cool. Now what do all of those letters stand for?
YLDSHAMAMD: Your Life Doesn't Suck Half As Much As Mine Does.
Seven77: Cuuuute.
"Seven! Get off of that computer and get down here! It's time for dinner!!" his mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming, Mom!" Seven yelled back in reply. His poor mother had to put up with this type of thing constantly. He was always talking to Travis, the guy he had met in fourth grade when he had found the kiddy chat rooms on MSN. They had been best friends for years even though they had never met. It was a very odd relationship.
Seven77: I've got to go. The Life-Giver is calling for dinner.
YLDSHAMAMD: Enjoy. I will miss you desperately.
Seven77: I know. Just don't kill yourself.
YLDSHAMAMD: But I'm bored!! .
Seven77: LOL!!
YLDSHAMAMD: Oh, I won't be on for a few days. I'm moving.
Seven77: Where to?
YLDSHAMAMD: No idea, honestly. The Bitch Queen told me a few days ago that she had gotten transferred and told me to put my crap in boxes. I have to drive to the new house by myself and get everything ready while she finishes up things here. I have no idea what state I'm going to. I guess I'll know in two days when I leave. I have to pack up my comp tomorrow though.
Seven77: Who's the loser king now? You don't even know where you're moving to.
"Seven!! Now!"
"I'm coming, Mom!"
"Now!"
Seven77: Mom's about to kill me. Bye!
YLDSHAMAMD: Bye.
Seven quickly closed the message box and put up his away message before running down the stairs. His family glared at him as he walked over to the kitchen table and sat down next to his sister, Karen.
"Took you long enough," she muttered and handed him a bowl of scalloped potatoes.
"Sorry," said Seven, "Travis is moving so I won't get to talk to him for a few days."
"Where is he moving?" his mother asked, her brown hair pulled back into a messy bun with a few bangs falling down over her face.
Seven shrugged, "He says he doesn't know. His mom sprung it on him at the last minute."
"What kind of idiot doesn't know where they're moving?" snickered his older brother, Evan, who nudged Chad, his twin brother. Seven stuck out his tongue at them.
Chad, Evan, and Karen were all older than him. Karen, 21, was about to start her last year at college, majoring in nursing, and seemed to enjoy verbally teasing Seven more than an older sister should to be labeled healthy. She was very nice though, to everyone that wasn't her baby brother. She was pretty, too. She had their father's pale blonde hair and had a tall, thin, but toned body that tanned well. She was very. preppy.
Chad and Evan were the same way, only they were 19 and starting their second years at college. Evan was majoring in Physical Therapy while Chad was majoring in English. They looked exactly alike except that Evan's skin was a bit darker and his muscles bulged and bit more. He was louder, too, and much more boisterous. That was a polite way of saying he was lacking in the tact department.
"Could you pass me the chicken?" asked Seven, brushing his platinum blonde and crimson hair out of his eyes. He had n particular label at school because while he was a bit of a teacher's pet and seemed to always be on the good side of authority, he didn't dress it at all. His clothes were never "normal." If his mom bought him a pair of jeans, they would be shredded or augmented before she could tell him not to. He hated looking like everyone else and abhorred the thought of being one in a crowd. He was the most individualistic person in his school. He was still in the process of getting his brothers to take him to get a tattoo or piercing, though.
Chad passed him the chicken and said, "What do you and this Travis guy talk about anyway?"
"Everything," replied Seven, "Movies, games, music, books, school.. stuff like that."
Evan rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "How thrilling."
"I prefer his little internet friend to all of those girls you used to hang out with, Evan."
Seven buried his face in his hands, moaning, "You're not helping, Dad!"
Evan was cracking up laughing. Seven sighed. He loved his father, Paul Owens, but the man was very dense. Whenever the others picked on him, his dad would say just the wrong thing to make their teasing increase. He didn't seem to realize he did this either. He also seemed to look at Seven as a failure. Seven wasn't captain of the football team as well as quarterback like Evan had been. He wasn't going to be valedictorian like both Chad and Karen had been. He wasn't in any clubs at school whatsoever. He liked punk music and the internet. He wasn't special or anything like that. He was just. Seven.
Plus he was supposed to be a girl. That was the reason his name was Seven. They had planned on having a girl and naming her Julia Marie, but he was a boy and since he was born on July 7, they just went with it. That was one of the reasons. They had secondarily planned on Steven, but his dad had forgotten the "T" when writing Steven and his mom had liked the way Seven sounded and it went with the cute little birthday thing.
Seven was silent for the rest of dinner. He would nod occasionally, but other than that he really didn't pay attention. Something had been bothering him for a while and there didn't seem to be room in his thoughts for anything else..
~%~
There it was again. The pleasured sensations coursed through his body and he jolted awake to the feeling of sticky sheets. He groaned and covered his eyes. This had been the third night in a row; the eighth time this month. Life was very annoying at this point in time.
He got out of bed and changed his shorts then pulled off his sheets and carried them down to the basement where the washing machine was. He didn't even bother grabbing fresh sheets after he was finished putting the soiled ones in the washer. He knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep that night.
He walked back up the stairs to the kitchen and got a bottle of fruit drink out of the fridge then went to the living room and sat down in front of the TV. He turned it on. A Baywatch marathon had just started on its fifteenth hour. He watched for a while before he started zoning out. One could only watch so much of well-endowed women in bathing suits running before it started to get kind of boring and repetitive.
"Baywatch?" He jumped in his seat and turned to see Karen standing in the doorway with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail while she wore a pale pink spaghetti-strap tank top and powder blue cotton shorts with little cherries on them. She walked over and sat on the loveseat next to his chair, "What are you doing awake?"
He swallowed, "Dreams." It was very strange for him to see her without makeup and was causing him to be a little more unsettled than he was before.
"Bad ones?" she asked.
He shrugged, "I'm not sure."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" he exclaimed softly while shaking his head, "I don't want to talk about it! I want it to stop! I want all of this to just go away!"
The vehemence in his voice startled her, even though he was being very quiet. Seven was five years younger than her and they never got along very well. They had never talked much and she had no idea what to do in this situation. She just stared at him when the first tears exited his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. She then hurried to the bathroom and came back with tissues and began wiping the moisture off of his face.
"What do you want to go away?" she asked softly, soothingly.
He shook his head, "You'll laugh. You'll hate me."
"I won't hate you," Karen replied somewhat angrily, tucking a nearly white-blonde strand of hair behind her ear, "You're my baby brother. I could never hate you. And I won't laugh either."
"You always laughed at me before. You always laugh at me. All of you do."
"Seven, stop being difficult and just tell me what this is about," she scolded. Seven turned away from her and tried to hide the fact that he was crying even harder, "Look, maybe if you talk to one of your friends."
"I don't have any. I don't have anyone except for Travis and I don't want him to know. He can't know."
Karen pulled Seven out of the chair and down where she sat on the floor so he was seated in her lap. She coddled him as though he were a small child, "I'll listen. Just tell me. I won't tell anyone. I won't laugh. And I won't hate you.
Seven swallowed and asked her hesitantly, "Are you sure you want to know? I mean. it's kind of, well. sex stuff."
Karen was silent for a moment and replied, "It will be somewhat disturbing because you're, well, my brother, but I'll get over it. Shoot."
"I've been having these dreams."
Karen nodded, but he didn't continue. He just stared down at his hands where he was picking at his fingernails and ignoring her, "That doesn't seem so bad," she said in order to break the silence.
He licked his lips, "They're, uh, wet dreams."
"Seven," Karen said flatly, "Every teenage guy has wet dreams. It's a part of life. There is nothing wrong with thinking about girls in a sexual way. It's perfectly natural."
"That's the thing, though," Seven said, cutting her off slightly. His voice was tinier and more frightened than Karen had ever heard it before. It upset her slightly. Slowly, Seven turned up to look at her, "The dreams are about. Travis."
Seven77: Thinking that your English teacher is a lesbian and trying to set her up on a date with your art teacher is nothing to be ashamed of. My art teacher said to make sure next time. She also said not to try to set her up anymore because she doesn't need students interfering with her personal life.
YLDSHAMAMD: You are officially the biggest geek on the entire planet. Congratulations. They might put you into Guinness if you tell them to.
Seven Owens couldn't help but giggle as he read the text that appeared on his monitor. Travis had the best sense of humor. He always made the best jokes and seemed to find just the right thing to make Seven's mood lighten when he was down, sometimes to the point where he would crack up laughing and fall on the floor. This often earned seven quite a few strange looks from his family members.
Seven77: I still don't know what your new SN stands for. What was wrong with your last one anyway?
YLDSHAMAMD: Too many people were sending me porn ads. I mean, "LargeHands14"? What the hell was I thinking?
Seven77: You did make it when you were 14. Most males are pretty stupid at that time in their lives.
YLDSHAMAMD: Sev, you're less than a year younger than me and you're a male, too.
Seven77: But I am superior to you human males. I've had the same SN since we met because I think ahead. Stupid.
YLDSHAMAMD: It's so weird knowing that you've had that same SN for almost 7 years now.
Seven77: I'm just that cool. Now what do all of those letters stand for?
YLDSHAMAMD: Your Life Doesn't Suck Half As Much As Mine Does.
Seven77: Cuuuute.
"Seven! Get off of that computer and get down here! It's time for dinner!!" his mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming, Mom!" Seven yelled back in reply. His poor mother had to put up with this type of thing constantly. He was always talking to Travis, the guy he had met in fourth grade when he had found the kiddy chat rooms on MSN. They had been best friends for years even though they had never met. It was a very odd relationship.
Seven77: I've got to go. The Life-Giver is calling for dinner.
YLDSHAMAMD: Enjoy. I will miss you desperately.
Seven77: I know. Just don't kill yourself.
YLDSHAMAMD: But I'm bored!! .
Seven77: LOL!!
YLDSHAMAMD: Oh, I won't be on for a few days. I'm moving.
Seven77: Where to?
YLDSHAMAMD: No idea, honestly. The Bitch Queen told me a few days ago that she had gotten transferred and told me to put my crap in boxes. I have to drive to the new house by myself and get everything ready while she finishes up things here. I have no idea what state I'm going to. I guess I'll know in two days when I leave. I have to pack up my comp tomorrow though.
Seven77: Who's the loser king now? You don't even know where you're moving to.
"Seven!! Now!"
"I'm coming, Mom!"
"Now!"
Seven77: Mom's about to kill me. Bye!
YLDSHAMAMD: Bye.
Seven quickly closed the message box and put up his away message before running down the stairs. His family glared at him as he walked over to the kitchen table and sat down next to his sister, Karen.
"Took you long enough," she muttered and handed him a bowl of scalloped potatoes.
"Sorry," said Seven, "Travis is moving so I won't get to talk to him for a few days."
"Where is he moving?" his mother asked, her brown hair pulled back into a messy bun with a few bangs falling down over her face.
Seven shrugged, "He says he doesn't know. His mom sprung it on him at the last minute."
"What kind of idiot doesn't know where they're moving?" snickered his older brother, Evan, who nudged Chad, his twin brother. Seven stuck out his tongue at them.
Chad, Evan, and Karen were all older than him. Karen, 21, was about to start her last year at college, majoring in nursing, and seemed to enjoy verbally teasing Seven more than an older sister should to be labeled healthy. She was very nice though, to everyone that wasn't her baby brother. She was pretty, too. She had their father's pale blonde hair and had a tall, thin, but toned body that tanned well. She was very. preppy.
Chad and Evan were the same way, only they were 19 and starting their second years at college. Evan was majoring in Physical Therapy while Chad was majoring in English. They looked exactly alike except that Evan's skin was a bit darker and his muscles bulged and bit more. He was louder, too, and much more boisterous. That was a polite way of saying he was lacking in the tact department.
"Could you pass me the chicken?" asked Seven, brushing his platinum blonde and crimson hair out of his eyes. He had n particular label at school because while he was a bit of a teacher's pet and seemed to always be on the good side of authority, he didn't dress it at all. His clothes were never "normal." If his mom bought him a pair of jeans, they would be shredded or augmented before she could tell him not to. He hated looking like everyone else and abhorred the thought of being one in a crowd. He was the most individualistic person in his school. He was still in the process of getting his brothers to take him to get a tattoo or piercing, though.
Chad passed him the chicken and said, "What do you and this Travis guy talk about anyway?"
"Everything," replied Seven, "Movies, games, music, books, school.. stuff like that."
Evan rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "How thrilling."
"I prefer his little internet friend to all of those girls you used to hang out with, Evan."
Seven buried his face in his hands, moaning, "You're not helping, Dad!"
Evan was cracking up laughing. Seven sighed. He loved his father, Paul Owens, but the man was very dense. Whenever the others picked on him, his dad would say just the wrong thing to make their teasing increase. He didn't seem to realize he did this either. He also seemed to look at Seven as a failure. Seven wasn't captain of the football team as well as quarterback like Evan had been. He wasn't going to be valedictorian like both Chad and Karen had been. He wasn't in any clubs at school whatsoever. He liked punk music and the internet. He wasn't special or anything like that. He was just. Seven.
Plus he was supposed to be a girl. That was the reason his name was Seven. They had planned on having a girl and naming her Julia Marie, but he was a boy and since he was born on July 7, they just went with it. That was one of the reasons. They had secondarily planned on Steven, but his dad had forgotten the "T" when writing Steven and his mom had liked the way Seven sounded and it went with the cute little birthday thing.
Seven was silent for the rest of dinner. He would nod occasionally, but other than that he really didn't pay attention. Something had been bothering him for a while and there didn't seem to be room in his thoughts for anything else..
~%~
There it was again. The pleasured sensations coursed through his body and he jolted awake to the feeling of sticky sheets. He groaned and covered his eyes. This had been the third night in a row; the eighth time this month. Life was very annoying at this point in time.
He got out of bed and changed his shorts then pulled off his sheets and carried them down to the basement where the washing machine was. He didn't even bother grabbing fresh sheets after he was finished putting the soiled ones in the washer. He knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep that night.
He walked back up the stairs to the kitchen and got a bottle of fruit drink out of the fridge then went to the living room and sat down in front of the TV. He turned it on. A Baywatch marathon had just started on its fifteenth hour. He watched for a while before he started zoning out. One could only watch so much of well-endowed women in bathing suits running before it started to get kind of boring and repetitive.
"Baywatch?" He jumped in his seat and turned to see Karen standing in the doorway with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail while she wore a pale pink spaghetti-strap tank top and powder blue cotton shorts with little cherries on them. She walked over and sat on the loveseat next to his chair, "What are you doing awake?"
He swallowed, "Dreams." It was very strange for him to see her without makeup and was causing him to be a little more unsettled than he was before.
"Bad ones?" she asked.
He shrugged, "I'm not sure."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" he exclaimed softly while shaking his head, "I don't want to talk about it! I want it to stop! I want all of this to just go away!"
The vehemence in his voice startled her, even though he was being very quiet. Seven was five years younger than her and they never got along very well. They had never talked much and she had no idea what to do in this situation. She just stared at him when the first tears exited his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. She then hurried to the bathroom and came back with tissues and began wiping the moisture off of his face.
"What do you want to go away?" she asked softly, soothingly.
He shook his head, "You'll laugh. You'll hate me."
"I won't hate you," Karen replied somewhat angrily, tucking a nearly white-blonde strand of hair behind her ear, "You're my baby brother. I could never hate you. And I won't laugh either."
"You always laughed at me before. You always laugh at me. All of you do."
"Seven, stop being difficult and just tell me what this is about," she scolded. Seven turned away from her and tried to hide the fact that he was crying even harder, "Look, maybe if you talk to one of your friends."
"I don't have any. I don't have anyone except for Travis and I don't want him to know. He can't know."
Karen pulled Seven out of the chair and down where she sat on the floor so he was seated in her lap. She coddled him as though he were a small child, "I'll listen. Just tell me. I won't tell anyone. I won't laugh. And I won't hate you.
Seven swallowed and asked her hesitantly, "Are you sure you want to know? I mean. it's kind of, well. sex stuff."
Karen was silent for a moment and replied, "It will be somewhat disturbing because you're, well, my brother, but I'll get over it. Shoot."
"I've been having these dreams."
Karen nodded, but he didn't continue. He just stared down at his hands where he was picking at his fingernails and ignoring her, "That doesn't seem so bad," she said in order to break the silence.
He licked his lips, "They're, uh, wet dreams."
"Seven," Karen said flatly, "Every teenage guy has wet dreams. It's a part of life. There is nothing wrong with thinking about girls in a sexual way. It's perfectly natural."
"That's the thing, though," Seven said, cutting her off slightly. His voice was tinier and more frightened than Karen had ever heard it before. It upset her slightly. Slowly, Seven turned up to look at her, "The dreams are about. Travis."