Okay, so this is based off a true story. Well, my story… the story of my life. While some of this will be true, the rest will be fiction. The main character, for example will not be a girl (because I was to write another slash story, it seemed to work out).

And here we go.

Chapter 1: Rest Your Eyes (You'll Be In Love Again)

You said to write you a song,
So here, this is for you:
Now as you toss through those lonely nights,
Just know there is someone thinking of you.
Everyone is waiting for the timing to be right,
And we hope it's coming soon.
So just rest your eyes and then...
You'll be in love again.
We talked and the moon was bright,
Your words were glowing as they drifted out of sight.
But now the change of the seasons sets in,

And nothing, nothing feels just right.
We fear these nights and then we compromise,
Yeah, but morning always comes.
So just rest your eyes and then...

You'll be in love again.

I lay awake as I listened for my alarm to go off. When it did not go off the way it was supposed to, I felt my eyes narrow slightly in confusion. Climbing out of bed, I walked out of the room and down the stairs, dismally searching the empty house for signs of life. As I walked, my mind slowly processed the situation; my parents and little brother were asleep in their respective rooms. I was envious of their ability to fall asleep so easily.

"Koray?" called a voice from the darkness. It was laced with drowsy irritability. I hastily brushed my golden/brown hair in front of my faintly shining eyes, trying to adjust to the change. "What are you doing up this early in the morning?"

"It's a Friday, isn't it?" I asked softly, making out the faint silhouette of his mother but I know you guys have off from school."

The voice was right: I had forgotten about the day off. "Oh... yeah, I forgot," I replied sheepishly, running a hand through my hair. "Well, off to bed with you, young man." The voice, if possible, sounded even more irritated with him.

I sighed wearily, and my shoulders unconsciously hunched up to my neck. "Yes, mother." I looked away, feeling a bit irritated myself. I must have hidden it well enough because she didn't comment on my slightly insolent tone. The last thing I wanted was to be in trouble with her.

I turned on my heels and headed to the stairs, rolling my eyes as I felt my mother's eyes boring a hole into the back of my head. I walked up, avoiding the steps I knew creaked when stepped upon, and quickly made it to my small bedroom. I locked the door behind me.

I curled up under my covers and closed my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

I realized I was different from my peers a few years ago. I didn't feel any attraction for women or men, though I probably should have. While the boys my age gushed (yes, gushed) over the latest issues of Playboy and such, I mostly kept to myself and pondered over my lack of reaction. Was I a late bloomer? It remained a possibility, and I branded myself as "non-sexual"… that is, until we got new neighbors. There was a woman, her husband, and a boy who seemed to be around my age. He was handsome and well-built, though not overwhelmingly so. I figured he would be like the others, and the thought saddened me more than I would have liked to admit.

So I decided I wouldn't let myself get to know him. I wouldn't let myself be let down again. I didn't think my heart could take a blow like that, especially from someone like him…

'Yeah… there's no way someone like him would ever hang out with someone like me,' I thought to myself, shoving my trembling hands into my pockets and turning away from the window where I had been watching the boy help his father carrying boxes to and from the moving van to the house.

'I'm just not worth it.'

~*5 hours later*~

"Koray, wake up!" I heard my mother scream shrilly from the bottom of the stairs. A groan fell from my lips and I turned my head to blink blearily at the alarm clock. It read 10:21 AM. "Shit," I muttered, rolling out of bed and grabbing a shirt from the floor and a pair of pants from my dresser. As I dressed, another minute passed. "KORAY!" she yelled up once more, irritation seeping through the stressed syllables of my name.

"I'm coming!" I called, walking out of the room and down the relatively steep, carpeted stairs. "Morning," I said to my mother, stopping on the last step to see what she had to say. As expected, she dismissed my greeting. "Amanda has been calling every hour," she began, glancing at my untidy brown hair in disdain. "She wanted to make sure you're still going to her house today."

I nodded quickly, consciously forcing down the smile that was trying to blossom on my face. 'Finally, an excuse to get out of the house! Thank you, Amanda!' I cheered in my head. "Where's Koray going?" asked my little brother, Kelvin, as I went to the door and slipped my shoes on. I wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, and I looked fine enough for the short walk to my friend's house. "Isn't he still grounded?" I glanced at him and smiled. Kelvin was one of the very few people I cared for, so I was very glad our mother didn't seem to have anything against him. I would have taken him and ran away otherwise, and I think she knew that. On the way to the kitchen to grab a breakfast bar for the trip, I ruffled his hair and chuckled at his disgruntled "hey!"

I was grateful for my light, fleece jacket as I stepped outside into the bitter and refreshing air. I tore the wrapper covering the granola bar and stuffed it into my pocket, biting off a good chunk before setting off on the short walk to Amanda's place.

It was Amanda's younger sister, Sarah, who opened the door to greet me (with glazed eyes and an unsettling smile). She claimed to be "madly in love with me" and I once again thanked whatever force was out there for putting Sarah in a different school. I loved Amanda as a best friend would, but Sarah was just weird. "Hi," I greeted her, shifting on my feet awkwardly as she continued flashing me with that insanely large grin. "Is Amanda home?" I asked, looking over Sarah's shoulder at the sound of familiar, quick footsteps. "I'm right here, Kor." She had given me the nickname in 2nd grade and it never quite grew old.

"Hey, Amanda." I glanced at her sister, then to the open door, then to her. Taking the broad hint, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. "Sorry for rushing you," I apologized in a low voice. "But I can't stand your sister." Amanda laughed and their pace slowed as they rounded a street corner. "I know how you feel. At least you don't have to live with that girl," she remarked, rolling her eyes heavenward. "When my mother went and slipped that you were coming to our house today, she just about wrecked the house, running around and cleaning the house. I can't complain, though. She did all my chores and then some."

"I don't do anything to encourage her, do I?" I asked with a frown. "Nah," Amanda said, sounding very sure of herself. "It's just a phase. Don't mind her." Running a hand through her platinum blonde hair, she glanced at me slyly with a small smile. "You know," she started innocently. "I saw that new kid at the park yesterday. You know, the one who moved into your street about a week ago. Want to go see if he's there again?"

Amanda was a very perceptive person. We slowed to a stop.

Hope blossomed in my heart at the mention of the boy, but I shot it down and faked disinterest. "W-Why would I want to see him anyway? We'll meet him at school… there's no need to overwhelm him with your oddness." She took in my reluctance out of the corner of her eye and frowned a bit. "You're the one acting odd, I'll say. Don't you want to know why they moved here, of all places? And it must be difficult, leaving everything you know behind: your home, friends, lovers…" she trailed off expectantly.

I sighed and hung my head, considering what Amanda had said. I was all too aware of how awful I might have looked, having left the house just after rolling out of bed. My stomach was in knots, and I felt a shudder run through my body. I was torn between running away… or possibly going to see if I could actually help with the moving situation that must have been plaguing the new guy.

I nodded in defeat and began to walk down the sidewalk again, my feet dragging a little. It was the right thing to do, helping him settle in, and it would be… nice to spend a little time with him before I was once more lost in the abyss that even Amanda wasn't quite strong enough to drag me out of.

AN-

I would like to give a hand to my best friend (and beta not only for this story, but for Slashing Penalty as well) Kage2398! I hope you guys like it so far.

Love: MillerxGoose Smut is Smexy (& Kage2398).