Your My Sun(Boyxboy)

New School, New day

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the...

FLOOR!!!!!

"Ahhh!!!- Omph" I land on my stomach beside my bed and roll onto my back.

"I have to change that fucking alarm!!"
Then I start laughing because I just fell off the bed and my body hit the floor.

I sluggishly get up and walk over to my nightstand to turn off my alarm on my phone. I look at the time and it's 5:34 in the morning.
I have to get ready for my first day at a new school. Oh the utter joy.

I slowly walk to the bathroom and turn on the hot water to shower. I take off my pajama pants and boxers and step into the shower cautiously. A few weeks ago I had been not as cautious and I was out of it since I had stayed up extremely late to finish a project I had been procrastinating on and I ended up slipping and crashing into the floor. Lets say my morning did not go very well after that.

But I got an A on that project.

So after I finished soaping it all up and rinsing I carefully stepped out and dried myself with a towel then wrapped said towel around my waist so I can brush my teeth and not have mini me dangling around everywhere.

Once I finish my morning routine I go back to my room and grab some boxers and throw them on.

What to wear today...

New school so whatever I choose will be the first impression they have on me.
What do I want my new peers to think of me as?
Ha! Like I really need to ask myself that!

Since for as long as I can remember I have always been seen as the silent badboy.
No not as a player or womanizer but a silent badboy.
Honestly I don't know why they added a badboy to the end of my description it's not like I always get in trouble. I mean yeah I don't let anyone fuck with me but I don't go looking for trouble. And I don't get bad grades. I actual get pretty damn good grades if I do say so myself.

I grab some black jeans, a white tshirt, and my leather jacket. My jackets pretty worn out but its still my prized possession. I throw it all on and then dig through my closet for my motorcycle boots.

When I'm ready to go I jog down the hall stairs and walk into the kitchen to find my mom cooking breakfast.

"Hey mom." I walk up to her and kiss her on the cheek then go to the cabinets and grab two plates, a glass, and a coffee cup.

I set the table and pour some orange juice in the glass and fill the coffee cup with black coffee. My mom hates coffee with creamer and sugar for some odd reason.
"Hey sweetie. Excited for school?" she smirks at me and divides the eggs and bacon on the plates.

I scoff and roll my eyes "Yeah totally. I'm just jumping from so much excitment."

She smiles and sits down across from me to eat.
"I know and I'm sorry we had to move so suddenly. But I didn't have a choice."

"I understand mom. They had to cut a few people off and you're only option was to transfer. Don't worry about it. It's not like I left anything behind when we moved." I stuff the last piece of bacon into my mouth and munch quickly.
"I gotta go mom I still have to register and find my classes. Good luck at the new job and text me anytime. Love you." I kiss her on the head and walk to the front door to find my backpack.

"Have a good day at school baby! Don't go breaking all the boys hearts at once okay! Love you too!" she yells from the kitchen.

I roll my eyes and head to my jeep.

Yes I'm gay. I'm not technically in the closet. My mom knows and I don't exactly keep it a secret. I just don't announce it to the whole world. Nobody at my last school figured it out and I don't really care.

I'm still a virgin because I haven't found the right person yet. Sure there's been a few crushes but nobody special.
I'm not going to fuck some random guy on my first time.
Or would they fuck me?

Haven't figured that out yet. I imagine I would be the one to fuck them but I'm kinda curious to see what it's like to be fucked.

I shrug to myself. Guess we'll find that out when the day comes.
Ha! Punny!

I smirk to myself and drive towards my new hell hole.

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"Wake up dipshit!"

I get up from my uncomfortable mattress and look at my smirking devil of a brother.
My shoulder lifts and I make a clucking sound with my tongue.
I squeeze my eyes shut wishing I could control my own body.
His smirk gets wider "A new day begins twitch. Wonder what it will hold. Don't you?"

He walks out of my room and my shoulder twitches twice and my hand turns to a fist. I groan and grab some clothes from my drawer. I rush to the shower and take one as quick as I can with all my tics and twitches. I throw on my faded jeans, black wife beater, plaid shirt I don't bother trying to button (which takes half an hour to do on my own), my black converse, and my usual black beanie.

My hand twitches and I hum. I grab my back pack and throw it on my shoulder, putting both straps on so when I twitch it doesn't slid off. I grab onto the railing and cautiously walk up the steps to get to the first floor while ticking.

When I finally get up to the ground I walk to the kitchen and thank the heavens my brother and dad left already. I grab a poptart and lock the door behind me before speedwalking to school. My shoulder twitches more and I start clucking and humming louder the closer I get to school.
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