Behind Golden Eyes [boyxboy] (On Hold Temporarily)

Behind Golden Eyes

Hi everyone this is my first story on here and I hope you enjoy! Leave comments, questions I may answer, or concerns. Anyway thx to Verianna who is helping me along the way. So sit back, relax and enjoy!!!

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Running, my legs were sore and I felt like I was going to collapse but I had to run. I could hear their growls and snarls close behind me. The louder they got, the more fear reflected in my eyes and my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. The crisp air stung my burning lungs as I flew past the dark pine trees. The wet dirt beneath me pounded against my feet. I couldn't go on much longer. I've been running for what felt like hours. I glanced back and saw nothing before I tripped and my body collided with the mud. I stayed on the ground for a few seconds before I heard a growl and jolted up. I could see the glow of their golden eyes. Those eyes that made me tremble in fear and a lump form in my throat. They inched closer and my breath hitched. I didn't want to die, not like this anyway. Being mauled to death by wolves was definitely not on my list on ways to die. One wolf strolled forward. His fur pure black, his gold eyes staring into mine. I should be utterly terrified but somehow I felt like I knew this wolf. I saw something reflect in his eyes, like a flash of blue. I reached out toward it subconsciously. Maybe it will come toward my hand and not rip me apart like in movies. The other wolves growled. Maybe not. Instead of killing me, the wolf shifted into a human. Into me! He looked like me! It couldn't be me, I mean could it? He tilted his head in curiosity, his eyes serious but with a hint of amusement hidden beneath them. He reached out and dug his claws into my arm. It didn't hurt. It really confused me until a sharp pain went up my spine.

I woke up on the floor of my room, a sharp pain in my back. Damn it! For the past week I've had that same dream over and over. I never understood what it meant and I wasn't going to. The last thing I needed was for people thinking I'm weird. It's bad enough people at my school are already intimidated by me (not that I mind), but I don't want them thinking I dream of being attacked by wolves.

"Hey Jay, it's time to get up." My little brother, Nathan, said from my doorway.

I groaned as I stood up. Why did I have to fall from my bed this time? Ugh, that hurts. Nat smirked at my displeasure then told me to hurry up before walking away. I sighed, running my fingers through my jet black hair then went to go get cleaned up. After that was done, I got dressed and left my room. I was too lazy to make up my bed. After all, when I get home I'm just going to mess it up again. You get my logic?

I slowly made my way downstairs to be greeted by the smell of sweet, sweet bacon. The greatest food in the world. I smiled a little as I watched my brother cook. He was only fourteen but he did most of the cooking and cleaning. I did everything else. Our mom would leave for weeks at a time so we had to fin for ourselves. I didn't mind. After our dad died, it pretty much was just me and Nat.

I ruffled his curly hair like I did every morning and he swatted my hand away as if it bothered him, but I knew he secretly enjoyed it. He then handed me my plate and sat down to eat his. We both ate silently, keeping to ourselves. We had nothing special to talk about. We made an agreement not to pry in the others' life unless it was serious. It usually wasn't. Our dad taught us how to defend ourselves so if things got bad we could hold our own. Besides, Nat was a good kid and everyone liked him so I never had to worry about if he would get into a fight. Me, on the other hand, that was a different story. Sure I was popular (god knows why) but some of the guys at school didn't like me. They said they hated how I walked around all high and mighty like I owned the place, which wasn't true. I just wasn't scared of them nor did I like people. Sure I would hang at parties and I had plenty of friends, but I pretty much enjoyed being alone. It's not my fault they have a problem with that.