So… a new slash story that I decided to write. It may be a little clichéd, but I don't care.

Warning: this is SLASH. And there will also be language, and odd humor. You've been warned.

Also, as you all should now, I own nothing except characters and plot and all that.

Also also, I'm not writing the whole slash warning in the rest of the chapters or anything, since that would be stupid and all your fault if you haven't realized what kind of story this is. But don't worry, I'll forgive you. But seriously, the only kinds of warning I'll give is if the chapter has any sort of sexual activity other than kissing. The story is rated M for a reason. Expect it.

Also x3, the chapters may become more serious after this. This is sort of just for fun.

And so concludes the author's note.

It was around noon when I stumbled out of the bar.

God damn fucking shoelaces. They keep untying themselves.

What, did you think I was drunk or something?

No.

Ew.

Alcohol is disgusting.

And don't even try to say that I should at least try it first. I have, and I hate it. If other people want to drink it, let them. I don't care. Never have never will. That is, of course, unless I begin to care, but I don't see that happening anywhere in the near future.

Just don't tell that I've tried it before, I'm not even twenty one yet. I'm not even twenty. I will be in a few months though, if that counts for anything.

Back to the bar. Its one of those half bar half restaurant thingies, which is the only way I got in. The bar's not even open right now. That's not until evenings.

I'm not sure if you've ever seen what I'm talking about. I have no idea if there are any in any big cities or something, if that's were you live.

You could also live in a small hick town and think I'm really stupid because you know exactly what I'm talking about, and know what it's called.

You know what? Screw you.

I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.

Back to the bar.

You see, this is a really small town, and what's a town without at least one bar and restaurant? Apparently it was too small for two separate buildings. There's a motel at least, which is good. A bit expensive, but still, it's a place to sleep.

Of course, I'm just passing through. I wouldn't have even stopped if it wasn't for someone taking a bat to my headlights.

…

Okay, it didn't get by a bat. I hit a deer.

I'm fucking sorry, alright? It just jumped out at me. Seriously.

…I could have missed it though, but I must have been more tired last night then I thought, cause I thought I saw some guy standing out in the rows of corn. Sort of freaked me out, especially since I saw Jeepers Creepers not too long ago.

But yeah, remember kids, don't let yourself get tired at the wheel. Deer jump out at you and make you feel so fucking guilty.

Even creepier is that I had a dream of the guy I thought I saw. Except closer. Like, I'm on his lap closer.

I started freaking out when I woke up, cause, geez, I just compared him to that monster thing from Jeepers Creepers.

At least he didn't look like it.

He was hot.

Which lead me to find out about something.

I think I might be gay.

Ha, I'm going to have some great stories to tell when I go home.

Not even three days away, almost five hundred miles, and I realize that I may or may not be gay.

Blue is going to be so happy. She's my sister, just so you know. Turned sixteen about two months ago. One of those yay fan girls or whatever its called.

Well… first she'd be pissed because she's been trying to set me up with her best friend's older brother for quite a while.

I've said no, each and every time, but I think I'm going to have to reconsider now. You know, go through that whole experimenting stage that I only thought girls went through.

Apparently not.

Anyway, back to the guy. He must have been just a figment of my imagination because there was no way I would have been able to see him that clearly since it was getting so dark.

But see him clearly I did.

Very clearly.

No. No no no no nonononono.

I am not going to think about that dream last night.

Especially in public. I really don't need that kind of embarrassment.

Yeah, I'm so totally gay.

And you know what? I'm going to think about it. A lot. Later.

Right now its time to get my car. Decided to make sure it was completely all right before I went anywhere else.

Well, now's the time to go check on it.

And it turns out that there's something wrong with it. Something else got jacked up when I hit the deer. Which means I'm going to have to stay here for a little while. Damn.

Oh well, fresh country air and all that crap.

I just had the sudden urge to add 'yum' after that. Ignore me for a moment while I pull my mind from a black hole of insanity.

…

…

…

Oh.

Oh god.

Oh god its him.

The guy from my dream. Oh my fucking god. He's looking this way.

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him.

Oh god he's walking this way, and there's absolutely no way I can't think about last night. I'm really fucking perverted...

Let me describe him to you so I can give reason to my plight. He's taller than me, for one thing, which I should find intimidating. Okay, maybe not, since I'm sort of short. Shut up, I don't want to hear it.

But yeah, taller than me. A bigger body type, which isn't saying much.

I get it from my mother. I think her ancestors were dwarfs or something. Shut it.

But yeah, bigger. Not like bulky and oh-my-god-he'll-crush-me-if he-hugs-me in a sort of way- which I wouldn't doubt if he ever decided to do so- but more of he works out enough that he'll have abs, which, if I go by my dream, he does.

Bad thoughts, Jay, bad.

And he's still walking towards me, so I'll keep describing him to you so I can be even more of a creep than I already am.

But yeah, nice black hair- which looks very soft by the way- and I think he's a big idiot because he's wearing black as well, especially since it's as hot as it is, and he looks pale enough as it is.

And no, I don't mean like a goth black look. I mean like a rich dress clothes, stay in doors all day just because he can and probably doesn't have to leave the comfort of his desk kind of way. Or he could be sick, I wouldn't know.

I'm… just going to go back to ignoring him again. You remember how I said I didn't want to embarrass myself in public earlier? That's kind of what I'm doing now. Sort of. There isn't really anyone around except me and him, which is weird.

What I'm talking about is, I'm kind of just standing there staring at him in the middle of the street.

I'm not a creep no I'm not. Or a perv.

Psht, I wish.

That I wasn't I mean. There's no way in hell that I would wish that I was a perv.

Hey… maybe I'm psychic? That'd be awesome. I mean, I have no clue who this guy was, and I see him in a corn field, and then in my dreams.

So, I have two conclusions. One, I'm psychic, or two, I saw him yesterday after I got into town. I mean, hey, whoever I saw in the cornfield could've been someone else.

As mush as I like the first one, I'm going to have to go with seeing him yesterday.

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be ignoring him.

And that's what I do.

Well, what I actually did was go back to the bar. Restaurant. Bar/Restaurant thingy.

It just came to me that I have no idea what it's called.

Put up a friggin sign or something, people.

It just sort of came to me that I probably be should having a mental breakdown after digging my way out of the closet. You know, so far deep in that even I didn't know I was in one? Maybe Blue's the one who's psychic…

It just came to me that a lot of things come to me.

Wait…

That was wrong.

Back to the black hole. Maybe that's were my straightness went.

I'm not really sure if I can believe straightness is actually a word. Maybe in a different context or something.

"Are you all right?" I think I just jumped, I can't tell cause I'm sort of freaking out because the guy is talking to me. Shiite.

Whoa, where'd that come from?

Let me try that again.

Shit.

There we go.

And now back to the guy who just followed me in the restaurant/bar. Or at least that's what I think I want to think so. Which is kind of confusing me because now I can't remember what the hell I'm talking about anymore. Something about paranoia. Which is what I am. Except with a 'd' at the end instead of an 'a'.

"You mute or something?" The guy raised an eyebrow at me. How dare he! It makes me feel weird things…

"Yes." I couldn't help it. Stupid, I know, but hey, I'm still, technically, a teenager.

"Your car not fixed yet?" Yay, instead of jumping, I know that I flinched. Who wouldn't when some girl says that with this really shrilly voice, right in your ear.

I think they're bleeding.

It's my own fault though, I started talking to her when I came in the other day. I think her names Shirley.

Hey! Shirley the Shrilly!

Well, more like she came talking to me. Wouldn't leave me alone either.

Concentrate, Jay, concentrate.

"No," Ain't I just a talker? Bet I could talk your ear off if you give me the chance. So far my whole vocabulary has consisted of 'yes' and, 'no'. Don't worry, I have more. Take, 'maybe' for example.

"Is it gonna be fixed anytime soon?" She asks me.

"Maybe." See?! What'd I tell you? And it was only an example…

"Oh, hello, is he a friend?" Is she still talking to me? I looked at her, and she's looking between me and the guy who's just watching our exchange.

Stalker.

Ha, see? Its not just me.

"Jay?" Oh yeah, I haven't told her.

"I've never met him before, till now, even though he's the object of my new gay wet dreams."

Is what I consider telling her to see if she'll run away screaming. Instead it goes more like this.

"No." Damn, and all the words I could've used, just wasted.

"Oh. What's your name mister?" Well, by the way she's looking at him, she's found someone else to bug with that voice of hers.

Wait, but that's my guy!

In my dreams.

I am not obsessive.

Much.

I should just forget about it though, I mean, there wasn't much in the dream.

I was on his lap, like I said, and we were both shirtless.

There was also a flurry of humping, and than he bit me, which was something I just remembered.

He bit me.

Wow, isn't this a day for finding out about oneself.

I have a biting fetish.

And here I thought it couldn't get any worse.

I think I jinxed myself.

"Do you have a problem?" God he has such a nice voice.

"I jinxed myself. Other than that, no." I wonder if he plucks or waxes his eyebrows or something, like Blue does. I mean, they're like, perfect. Even when one's raised at me like it is now.

"Then why do you keep staring at me?" He asked, and I hurried to think of an excuse.

Scratch what I said earlier. I am not out of the closet yet. I'm holding the door shut that way no one can see me on the inside.

"I zoned out." Its true, to an extent. Geez, more than just an extent, that's all I've been doing since before I've even saw him today.

I just have to ask him, it's been bugging me so much.

"Where you in a cornfield yesterday?" There I just came out with it. Did I mention his eyes were light blue? Like, really light. Glowishly light? Almost white?

"No."

"Damn."

"Was I supposed to be?"

"Yes." That way I wouldn't have any doubts about me being sane or not.

Another eyebrow raise.

My feet hurt. I still have to tie my shoes. I'm sort of wondering why the hell I haven't tripped and fell flat on my face yet.

Which comes back to me needing to tie my shoes. Which is what I turn around to do.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," The guy says, and I turn back around to him.

"Then say something. I'm only going over there." I pointed vaguely in the direction of the tables of the restaurant side, and was mostly empty other than for us, the cook, Shirley, and this couple. There's also two old guys playing pool on the bar side.

That looks like fun. I want to play, I know a trick to keep all your quarters when you put them in and still be able to play.

But no, I don't want to interrupt their game. They seem like the kind of guys that would beat up gays.

I've heard about small towns with a lot of gay haters. I'm not sure how they could find out about me, but I'd rather not risk it.

"Are you going to go or what?" I must have been zoning out again, because I'm kind of just standing there.

"Yeah." And I went to sit down at the table. I don't like just hunching down to tie a shoe cause it feels like I'm going to get in someone's way, so I always sit down.

I noticed that the guy sat down at my table too, and think my face was flushing. It sure felt hot, but then again, I had- smartly I might add- chosen a spot away from the fans.

"Are you following me around or something." I said, just to make conversation, I never really expected the answer he gave me.

"Maybe." See?! I was right!

"Who are you?" If he answered Shirley earlier, I had completely missed it. What the hell is wrong with his eyebrows, is one just like, messed up where it has to raise all the time or something.

I only say that because it's raised now. Probably because of my lack of response of knowing that I have a stalker.

"Seth," He finally answers. It suits him. That is, until I remember the Egyptian god Seth, who was guilty of committing sodomy on Horus, his nephew. Of course now I remember all that crap about Horus's parents who were Isis and Osiris, who where siblings. Apparently that wasn't unusual for gods back then. I wouldn't really know, because they're the only ones I've studied. Or even bothered to. I just kind of found this book at school once, with small paragraphs about a whole bunch of gods.

I was forced out of my thoughts with a hand waving in front of my face.

"Hm?"

"Your name, its Jay?" The guy asked, after seeing he had my completely divided attention.

"And you know this… how?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. I feel smart.

"It's what the girl called you." And now not so smart.

"She did?"

"Are you sure your all right?"

"I told you, I'm fine." I snapped at him. I regretted it immediately of course, because how was he supposed to know that I had enough of people asking if I was fucking alright.

Seriously, I've been like this since I was born. I've been checked. Its not ADD or ADHD or anything. Apparently I just think too much.

"Your not really helping me to believe otherwise." I was going to answer him, but I noticed Shirley coming over to the table.

"Anything I can get for you?" I shook my head, and looked over to Seth.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay then. Call me if you need anything." She winked at us then walked away, going to the kitchen after checking on the couple.

I wish I could cook. Because I don't, I used to have to wait for either Blue to make me something, or wait for takeout.

I miss Blue. I should call her soon. I'm sort of wondering why she hasn't called me yet.

I shouldn't have started thinking about her. Now I really really want to. I don't see what's stopping me, other than the fact that my cell is at the motel, getting charged. It should be done by now though.

With that in mind, I stood up, and headed out of the restaurant, towards the motel.

"Where are you going?" Seth asked from behind me, and I turned around to him, surprised to see him behind me.

"To the motel."

"Do you have no manners whatsoever?" He asked, and he looked kind of pissed.

"Yes?" I think I said thank you to Shirley yesterday when she brought me food a couple hours after my car went to the shop. "Why?"

"You don't just run off when someone is trying to talk to you." Seth stated, still looking a bit pissed.

"I didn't."

"You did." He argued.

"Tell me one instance when I started running." I walked out, if I remember correctly.

"You know what I mean." he said exasperatingly. Wow, I didn't even know I knew that word. Not really sure if I used it right. Doesn't matter, too late now.

"Not really. You weren't even saying anything."

"Because I was waiting for you to say something."

"Sorry." There, take that for manners. If I didn't have any then I wouldn't apologize now would I? I think not. "What's it to you anyway? We don't even know each other." I wanted to know why. Much as I wanted to know about this guy, he was kind of creeping me out because he was following me everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, just in and out of the restaurant. And into my dreams.

"You were staring at me earlier with an odd look on your face, I just wanted to know why." He told me nonchalantly, and if I had been drinking something, I probably would've choked. Since I didn't, I just stared at him.

And then I turned around, and walked as quickly as I could to the motel.

I do not need a boner while talking to him in public. Maybe back in the room…

NO!

Damn it.

This is annoying.

It'd be best if I got out of town as quickly as I can. Damn stupid car. Damn stupid deer and cornfields and Jeepers Creepers movie.

I really need to talk to Blue.

It'd be better if Seth wasn't still following me.

Take that for the longest chapter I've ever written.

Something weird. This story did not come out as planned. It was originally going to be a school fic thingy. I know what people mean when they say the story just writes itself.

Reviews please.