Missing Screws (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 1

One day he's the center, the next he's nobody. One day he's a genius, the next he's basically brain dead. One day he's put together, the next he's missing screws.

This is Mallon Page. A fickle, bipolar, messy waste of human life. You can either love him or hate him, there's no in between. But even if you worship the ground he walks on, there's still something you hate about him.

No one truly enjoys Mallon Page.

Some day I'd like to go into Mallon's head. Not to see what he's thinking, but if he's even thinking at all. I swear, the kid walked into a pole last week.

My friends and I describe him as a rainbow flag with legs. Or a Chatty Cathy doll that won't stop talking, except instead of us pulling the string, it's Mallon. One time we said he was a mystical hoe. That ones my favorite.

Life is one big joke to Mallon Page, one big inside joke that no one understands in the slightest.

Ok, I'll stop rambling. Just understand that I loath Mallon with a burning, fiery passion. And that will never, ever, ever change. Or will it?

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"Wes?" My friend Lucas Hawthorn says, waving his hand in front of my face.

I turn to him with raised eyebrows and run a hand through my dark brown and disheveled hair. "Hmm?" I hum.

"We just wanted to make sure you didn't die right here right now." Brooke Floyd laughs.

"Of course I didn't," I roll my eyes, "when did the three of you become so concerned for my well-being?"

"Is it so bad that your best friends in the whole wide world to wonder what's up with you?" Giovanni Channeler asks, or Gio for short.

These three are my best friends. No other way of putting it, but some times I wonder why. I don't know where I'd be without these guys. Well, probably listening to Scott Davis (quarterback for the football team) bragging about banging some blonde chick. As much as those guys annoy me, they're my teammates so it kind of forces me to get along with them.

Lucas and I have known each other since grade school. We've been nearly inseparable. And though we can never agree on what TV show to watch or what topping to get on pizza, I love the guy. He's a real hit with the ladies and a big sweetheart. Sun-bleached blonde hair, tan completion, big green eyes, and freckles, lots of them. Well, he's no Wesley Keegan. (Shameless self promotion.)

Brooke is the newest addition to our group. I've only known her since freshman year when I've known these other guys for ages. But she's still one of us. Her long pretty red hair and honey colored eyes make her look like just another pretty face. But when you really get to know her, you'll learn that she's a tall glass of sass.

Giovanni is a transfer student from the UK that came here when Lucas and I were in fourth grade. He's got the girls swooning over him and I can see why. With his dark, mysterious attitude and good looks, he can do whatever, and whoever, he wants. But I don't think he wants a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or any friends at all; that's why I'm so surprised he hangs out with us. Plus he's like, 5'2 and I don't think he wants to be in a relationship where he has to get on his tip-toes to kiss his significant other.

Then there's me, Wesley but I go by Wes. Linebacker for the football team and smooth with the ladies and I know it. I've got charm for days, days I tell you! I'm what you wish your boyfriend is. Ok, maybe I'm a bit self-centered but then again, who isn't? You would be too if you could have any girl you wanted.

"Wesley Keegan!" Brooke yells, finishing off the last of her lemonade.

"What do you want from me?" I groan.