Disclaimer: This story is MINE! Any attempts to steal it will result in a swarm of angry mongooses raiding your house.

Warning: This story contains boys love, and swearing. Read at your own discretion.

Note: Hello folks and welcome to my new story. I decided to write this due to a character that I came up with. He was just so much fun that I decided to create a story around him. This is that story. Happy reading! ^~^ Oh, and remember to read the end note. There is important stuff in there.


When asked what a parent's duty is what do you think of? Are they supposed to be mentors to their children? Or are they supposed to be more like friends? I personally don't believe either of those options. Instead I think it is a parent's sole duty to be a trial; something the child must endure until finally they escape from the house. You might think my words harsh, but then again you don't have my parents. They live to make my life as difficult and awkward as possible. How is it that they do this? Well we'll start from the beginning.

I have two siblings, both of which are older than me. The eldest is Satoshi, whose name was chosen during my mother's "I love everything Japanese" stage. Believe it or not his name is the least embarrassing. The second in line is Tori. She got her name during the "alliteration is fun" phase. Her full name is Tori Tessa Time. Horrible isn't it? What parent actually does that to their child? Well it gets worse. When it was finally my turn to come out of the oven my mother was into puns. With the last name of Time I'm sure it's not hard to guess what she named me. My name is Justin. Justin Time.

Yeah, I know. Weird right? Or maybe you're thinking that my name isn't so bad. After all Justin is a perfectly normal name. However, when faced with the hell that is public school you might not be so quick to defend it. Not a day has gone by without my getting teased about it. Some days are worse than others, but I try not to let it get to me. They're all idiots anyway; one of the things my mother says that I actually agree with.

So besides the name, what else about my parents makes them a test of my endurance and patience? Their demeanor, that's what. My father is a mild mannered man who is content to let my mother run everything. He's a pushover, a sap, and an overall sensitive sort of guy that gives off the "I'm a nice, soft teddy bear" vibe to everyone he meets. The only thing particularly "manly" about him is his stature. He's built like a fricken gorilla, which can look rather awkward in a sunshine yellow apron complete with frills. God I hate that apron.

Anyway, as embarrassing as it is to have an effeminate father, my mother takes the prize when it comes to situations that make a man wish for his own demise. She's ridiculously cheery and nice. Sure those are considered good traits, but it's hard to find them commendable when you're at the grocery store and your mother is skipping and twirling through every single aisle. She's an impetuous ball of energy that wants to know everything and help everyone. Again, that's not necessarily a bad thing, but not in such ample doses. Lastly she's really understanding, and I mean really understanding. When I came out to my parents I can honestly say I was expecting the news to go over just fine. What I hadn't counted on though was my mother's… enthusiasm for it. Instead of the normal "All right dear, but just make sure you take the proper precautions" speech I got an hour and a half of high-pitched squealing with hugs administered every other minute. When she finally calmed down some she then went to her room and gave me a series of educational pamphlets on homosexuality and a surprising amount of yaoi manga from her own personal collection. Satoshi still hasn't stopped snickering about the whole ordeal.

So yeah, I think my parents can be qualified for the most humiliating parents of forever award. It seems I can't go a week without some sort of major event causing me to flee to my room and scream into my pillow for a good half hour. It's hard being a teen in this house. Although, I guess there are some good points to it…

"Justin! It's time for breakfast!" Dad hollered up the stairs.

Ah breakfast, my favorite meal of the day. Most people hate eating breakfast and avoid it like the plague, but not me. I live for the smell of bacon and eggs. It soothes my worn and haggard soul and gives me the strength to endure another day of torture at the prison. I hurried down to obtain my lifeline. Not that there was any point in rushing. Both Satoshi and Tori can't stand mornings or breakfast. It seems only I inherited those traits.

"So what's on the agenda for today sweetheart?" My mother asked as she dipped her bacon into one of the eggs.

"You know… the usual," I answered while doing the same with my own piece of meaty deliciousness.

"What, no clever play on words? No monologue about the trials of school life? No silly slur about the incompetent administration and classmates you have? Nothing?" My mother looked slightly frantic as if she'd been counting on my wit this morning.

I smiled, trying hard not to let it turn into a smirk. I'd never admit it aloud but it was fun messing with her. "Not today I'm afraid. It seems I'm running low on material."

"Oh no! How can this be? My little cynic unable to make a quip at that which he most protests? Whatever can I do to fix such a state?" It was obvious that my mother was just playing. She always reacted this way when I didn't gripe or groan about going to school. I think she does it so there is enough drama in the morning when I don't feel like providing it myself.

"Give me your bacon and I think I'll recover," I tried.

She laughed. "Not a chance kiddo. These babies are mine." She slowly made a show of eating the next piece. I pouted at her. She never gives me her bacon.

After breakfast I hurried and finished getting ready. I'm the first of my family to leave since the administration feels teenagers should be able to fully function at six twenty in the morning. Luckily I'm one of the few that can actually meet that requirement. The down side to not being drowsy through the morning though is that the teachers expect more of you, and I hate participating.

"So can anyone answer my question? Anyone? How about you Mr. Time?" Ah, my lovely math teacher, Mr. Angelo Rodriguez. There are very few things a man such as he shows adoration for, and his subject is at the top of that list. I do not share his infatuation.

I sighed and looked up at the board. "Uh… what is five?" His stern look informed me that my answer was incorrect. I figured it would be. I wasn't actually trying to solve the darn thing.

"Okay, anybody willing to actually try and answer correctly?"

A hand rose confidently in the air and I rolled my eyes. The hand belonged to none other than Derick Jennings, our grade's smartest student. "The answer is seven to the power of three minus two."

Mr. Rodriguez beamed at his best pupil. "Correct Mr. Jennings. Excellent work as usual."

Uhg, gag me with a spoon and set me on fire. Anything was better than watching Mr. Rodriguez gush. It happened every time Derick answered something correctly. I swear if Derick weren't straight Mr. R would totally confess. The two of them would share their love of math and make beautiful equations together. Annoyed at the display, I shot a dirty look Derick's way. The prick smiled back at me. I scowled and turned away. Stupid Derick.

I'm sure you're wondering why I dislike Derick "I'm so perfect" Jennings. Well I guess I'll let you in on the secret. He and I used to be friends. Actually he was the only male friend I'd ever had. The problem with him though is that he always had a hard time sticking by me. One month he'd be my bestest best friend and the next he'd drift away and we wouldn't speak for a long time. Then when he saw fit to he'd come wandering back as if he'd never left in the first place. It was wicked annoying, but it probably didn't bother me as much as it would most people. I mean it's not like during his time away from me he'd suddenly turn mean and start picking on me or anything. He just… wasn't around. Yeah I was kind of lonely, but it was okay. I knew he'd eventually come back. That is until last year.

As sophomores we were finally free of the "fresh meat" stigma that we'd had the previous year. Things were starting off nicely; the constant ribbing at my expense seemed to lessen from my peers and Derick and I were practically inseparable. It was the closest the two of us had ever been. I was naive and figured that meant things were different. That this time he wouldn't wander off and we'd have the solid male friendship that I'd always wanted. Of course this was also around the time that I came out to my parents. As an unfortunate side effect my mother accidentally outed me to Derick one night when he came over.

He didn't get angry and storm out like a lot of guys would have after hearing that kind of thing, but then again that's not really his style. Instead he got very quiet. Then after a few moments of tense silence he quickly blurted out an excuse so that he could leave. It was obviously a lie. I mean really, who leaves because they think they left the washer on? Ridiculous.

I was beyond angry that night. However, after ten minutes of my mother's pleading for forgiveness I couldn't find it in myself to stay mad at her. She hadn't meant to mess things up like that, and it wasn't like I'd told her to keep quiet about it.

So the rest of the night I swayed between being pissed off at Derick for reacting the way he did, and being pissed off at myself for being so pissed off about his reaction. In the end I settled down and decided that mild irritation was the way to go. I'd just talk to him the next day and all would be well again. But things weren't okay again. Instead the asshole distanced himself from me and not in his normal slowly fade away type of distancing. Not only did he refuse to speak to me, he also became fast friends with the group of idiots who had made it a habit to tease me every day. I was downright furious and from that day on resolved never to talk to him again. Childish it may be, but my tactic worked. He and I haven't spoken in over a year. Although… it's not like he's actually tried to talk to me since then.

I sighed and slumped further down into my seat. I have the weirdest luck when it comes to accumulating friends. It's either I get the flaky, irritating type or the crazy, lesbian type. Yeah, that's right. I have crazy lesbians for friends.

"Hey Justin!" Ally exclaimed loudly, effectively ambushing me outside of math and very nearly giving me a heart attack.

"We're here to escort you to your next class," mumbled Nanalie.

Once I recovered from my surprise I grinned at them. Even if they were crazy and a bit of handful I still considered them to be a godsend. Not only did they keep me entertained, but they also served as a pretty decent shield against outsiders when I wasn't able to fight them off myself.

Ally, whose full name is Ally Warner, is actually the most popular girl in school. Captain of the varsity volleyball team and student council treasurer, she is in every way your typical blonde babe… well except the lesbian thing of course. Nanalie, or Nanalie Marks, is kind of the opposite of Ally. She's a darker soul whose obsessions include art, poetry, and anything the color black. Seeing the two of them together is like having night right alongside day. I'm not sure how the two came together as they were a couple before I met them, and I don't care to know all the gory details. All I know is that strangely enough they work together.

The student body doesn't mind their relationship. Most of the male population find it totally hot, and the girls just ignore the situation altogether. I think part of the reason is because if anyone spoke out against it Ally would hunt that person down and make them suffer. Believe me, no one wants to be on Ally's bad side.

"So how was your weekend," Ally inquired as we all sat down in world history.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine I guess. Same as always. How was yours?" I only half listened as Ally babbled on about her romantic weekend getaway with Nanalie. I'm allowed to get away with it because she's not actually expecting me to listen to all that girly stuff. She's just happy that I'm willing to pretend for her.

"And then we made sweet monkey love all night long," she finished and I cringed, wishing I hadn't tuned in properly at that moment.

Nanalie, who was busy blushing like mad, tried to shush her girlfriend only to have said blonde giggle and coo in her direction. That brought on a new wave of redness and another set of shushing. I rolled my eyes and turned away from the ridiculous couple. I was just about to write down the fact of the day when Ethan Landers sauntered in followed closely by Derick. The redhead's eyes immediately fell on me and he grinned.

"So you actually managed to get here early eh Justin Time? Funny, usually you only-"

"Make it just in time," I finished for him. "Yeah we know already. Can you give it a rest please? That saying's so old now it belongs in a museum. So why don't you go donate it or something. It'll be a great source of education for the little kiddies that go there on fieldtrips. They'll be so excited to see the new exhibit. Come on, do it Ethan. It's for the children."

Ethan glared at me. "Ha ha, very funny. I think I just died from all that laughing I just did."

"Really? You must have a rather weak disposition then to be so affected by so little a stimulation. That must be rather frustrating for you, not to mention your girlfriend," I fired back with a smirk.

My insinuation caused him to flush with anger and for a moment he didn't know how to respond. However, a small chuckle from behind him had both of us staring incredulously at Derick. He was laughing! At my jokes!

"And just what are you giggling for," Ethan growled.

Derick's laughter lessened but didn't stop entirely. "Sorry… pft… it's just kind of funny."

"Funny? I'll show you funny."

Now the problem with Ethan is he's a rather sensitive person. At least when it comes to comments made at his expense. Most people can brush such things off decently well and can even handle a little laughter at their own expense. Ethan is not most people. Instead of dismissing it, he's the type that'd rather punch you in the face for laughing at him regardless of whether or not you're his friend. Derick was in some deep shit unless someone decided to help dig him out.

"Oh get off your high horse Ethan," I demanded. Apparently I was the one who had the proper shovel because the redhead turned his attention back to me. "It's not his fault you leave yourself wide open. I'm messing with you, just like how you mess with me. Don't like it? Then stop it with your lame ass jokes and I'll let off as well. Otherwise you'll get a roasting from me every single time."

Ethan opened his mouth to retort only to close it a second later. Utterly defeated he grunted and flopped into his chair with every intention of ignoring the rest of us. Derick smiled at me and mouthed a word of thanks before quietly sitting down at his own desk.

As the teacher entered the room I slowly turned to face the blackboard. I was glad that I'd defused the situation, but now I wasn't sure how to proceed. For over a year I'd ignored Derick and he'd done the same in kind. I'd been so sure that he and I were destined to stay that way for the rest of all time. Yet here I was making him laugh and then defending him. Stranger still, he thanked me. Me! The guy he had abandoned in favor of other, straighter friends. It didn't make sense, neither his actions nor mine. It was…

"Weird," Ally whispered somewhat bewildered. I couldn't help but agree with that sentiment.


End Note: That's it for the first chapter. What did you think? I know, I know... no actual boys love has happened yet. However, this is a multi-chapter story not a one-shot so deal with it. Also, I just want to make it clear that while this story is currently rated T it may go up to M later on depending on how things pan out. Not sure whether it'll happen or not though. Figured I'd give you guys a heads up just in case. Also I'm not sure how often this story will be updated. I hope to update at LEAST monthly, but that all depends on how my schedule looks. I am currently looking for a job, and I have other responsibilities to attend to. Nevertheless, I find this story fun to write and so hope to update often. I PROMISE I won't be the kind of author to update once a year. That kind of thing is just rude. Anyway, thanks for reading this and I hope you continue with it as I add more chapters. Until then!

P.S. I want to give a shout out to my beta The Great Onigiri. Without her this story would not have been released today. Thanks sis!