Love Hurts (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: Old Friend

I closed my eyes, silently waiting for whoever in the room was rambling on about their past to finish up. It had been a tiring day and coming to "support group" wasn't really my thing anyways. I didn't know anyone here, and I didn't want to know them. I didn't want to hear their sad stories or their daily struggles or anything about them. I just wanted to go home really.

"Parker, why don't you go next? You haven't said anything at all today." I knew that voice. It was the group leader. His name was something along the lines of Jim or James or something. This was the sixth time I've sat in this exact chair, or at least I assume it's the same chair, they're all the same to me now days anyways, but it was the first time anyone had asked me to speak.

"I thought we all agreed that things were better when I kept my mouth shut." So maybe my tone was harsh, but it wasn't like I could see any of their reactions anyways.

"Parker, we just want you to feel safe and comfortable. We all know you've been through a lot. Everyone here has-"

"Everyone here has what?" My eyes snapped open and I stared in the direction of the man's voice. He remained quiet. "Fine, you want me to talk? I'll talk." Using my cane, I rose from my seat and stood before all of the strangers that I hated. "Hi, my name is Parker and I'm angry at everyone all the time because you all have something that I don't. I hate every single one of you and I can't help it. I wasn't always like this..." I trailed off, lost in thought.

"Then why don't you tell us about what changed you?" A hand landed on my shoulder, his voice far too familiar for me to have to see. I turned and stared at him, as much as I could anyways, before squeezing my eyes shut and hiding my face in his broad chest. "Let's get out of here."

So maybe I wouldn't share my story with the group today, but I guess I might as well explain what happened up to this point. It all started about three months ago, or at least for me it did.

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I'm gonna start out by saying that I'm just me. People try and label me as a hipster or whatever because of the clothes I wear and my typical "loner" attitude, but as far as I'm concerned they're all a bit irrelevant. Okay, so maybe I'm ranting. The point is, I'm gonna tell you a story, the story of my senior year in high school I mean.

I was walking down the hallway of my annoying as hell high school, pushing past all of the annoying as hell people to get to my locker when suddenly my back was pressed against a wall. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but that didn't mean that I enjoyed having some oversized moron touching me...okay so sometimes I did.

Today's bully was none other than Steven. Oh how I used to adore Steven from afar. He had a nice jaw line, he really did. After he let his black hair grow out though I just kinda lost interest. I mean, he was straight as an arrow anyways, but that didn't mean I couldn't look.

"So fag-boy, what'll it be today? You wanna get beaten during lunch or after school?" Yeah, his voice was kind of annoying too. He just thought he owned everything, dear lord I hated him.

"Steven, if you rip a single stitch in this shirt I swear to whatever deity you believe in I will end you." He stared me down for a moment before I raised an eyebrow and his grip on my shirt loosened a bit.

"My name is Steve." He growled, still holding my shirt. Let me explain why he wasn't already pounding my face into the wall. I wasn't a little fella, quite the contrary I went to the gym often. I wasn't Steven's size or anything but it wasn't a rare for me to put up a decent struggle.

"You can call yourself a sugar princess for all I care, just let go of my shirt." I let my head rest back against the wall and closed my eyes, waiting for him to get bored and leave. Of course, I should've known that wouldn't be the case, this was Steven after all. Something hit me hard in the stomach and I doubled over as the wind was knocked out of me. If that wasn't enough for me, I went and decided to shoot my mouth off again. "That all ya got today your highness?"

There was a moment where I stared at his feet and waited for him to hit me again, but then I saw his shoes retreating. I looked up to see him being pulled away by the ear like a bad child. My savior looked over his shoulder and our eyes met for a single second. I was at a loss for words, holding my hand up in a somewhat awkward wave. He didn't reciprocate, looking back ahead and continuing to haul Steven along with him.

My heart was throbbing with an old pain, an abandonment long forgotten but now renewed. Griffin...why?

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A/N:

I decided to take this story in a completely different direction so I'm sorry if you liked the previous version, but I think you'll LOVE how this story is going to develop!

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-Tay