Merry Chris-mas (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1 - I'll see you there!

k, so before we start: This will be in 4 parts because I am extremely busy at the moment, so I don’t have the time to write it as I originally wanted to. Sorry! But I still hope you enjoy it ^>^

Anyway, this is boyxboy, so read at your own risks.

WARNING: The remaining contents (particularly chapters 3 and 4) will be rated R, so yes, there will be smexy time ;P

Finally, hate on my boys – you won’t even receive coal from Santa this year! xD I know where you live!!!

Now, just sit back, and enjoy the ride…

Aa, before I go, Wattpad's spazzing up so if the spacing is dodgy, I'm sorry!!!

Ross’ POV \ >.< /

It seems life just keeps getting better for me - note the sarcasm there. I’ve had to move from my cosy, quite life in England, overseas to a busy California – swimming with too many people. I’m now stuck in an all too fancy (typical, may I add) American house, next door to an all too fancy (again, typical), American family, in which have invited me and my mother around for coffee. Really, I don’t even like coffee!

But that’s not what’s annoying me most; you’d think that a British guy, straight from the wetness of England, would NOT be the centre of attention at the all too fancy (and typical, typical, typical), American High School, in California for Christ’s sake! Well, we were both wrong. See, when my first day of school arrived, I attracted quite a lot of attention. It’s not like I did anything though, I don’t even like talking to people. Hey, I’m just shy alright! Not to mention socially awkward. I’m not one of those people who can just talk to a random stranger like I’ve known them for years (which, little kiddies, can get you in a hell of a lot of trouble!). Though apparently, Chris was.

Ok, so let’s re-run; I, Ross Lachowski (blame the mother) 17 years of age, moved to California, USA just yesterday. Got plunged into an unfamiliar school environment (again, blame the mother), where poor little me got the attention of the schools ‘cool’ kid, Chris. It’s wasn’t exactly good attention either! I was just leisurely finding my way to the school lobby to get my schedule, and a random guy just marched up to me! So this is the weird thing; he asked my name – which I reluctantly gave – frowned at my hot British accent (it wasn’t because I had anything on my face, right?) and barged past me to continue his stroll down the corridor.

Weird, right. So anyway, I found out that his name was Chris Lumley, and he lived next door to me! It really doesn’t seem that he likes me. But, but, but! That’s still not the point I’m trying to make here. Nope, see Chris began to unleash a hell of a lot of attention on me after that, and it certainly wasn’t in a good way. It wasn’t like he ever physically hurt me, nor did any of his ‘followers’ since y’know, he’s mister cool here, but he kept on painfully reminding me of how ‘girlish’ I was, and how ‘boring’ and ‘quite’ I was being. I mean, we’re 17, who even does that anymore?!

And so, that’s how my first month at High School went. Let’s just hope that the years after the Christmas break won’t go so annoyingly. I mean geez, it’s not like he’s better than me! Just more, cooler, and … louder. Goddammit, stupid Chris! Your annoying childishness is messing with me. Sigh. I need a hug.

“Ross! Get your lazy arse down these stairs! You’re needed at the shop!” My mother screeched up the stairs. Dammit, she’s too loud! “Ross!”

“I’m coming, geez!” I groaned, rolling from the warmth of my awesome bed. Uh, stupid shop. You’re disturbing the lovey-dovey cuddle time me and my blankets have on weekends! Jesus, my poor, poor baby. It’s Christmas eve today too, I shouldn’t be working!