The Transfer Student (boyxboy) **Paused Indefinitely**

Chapter 1

Okay this is the first ever BOYXBOY book i've ever written. YES! there will be sexual content and language so if you don't like boyxboy romances then STEP OFF! and don't read ahead. Remember though i've never written any sex scenes so i don't know how they're gonna turn out. Hopefully well. Now read and COMMENT!

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

I wake up much to my annoyance and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. My eyes finally adjust and I just stare at my two sky blue and two black walls. I get out from underneath my big fluffy black comforter. As soon as my feet touch the hard wood floor I wish I had never woken up. It's FREEZING! 'Oh well' I think to myself and walk to my en suite. When I walk in I instantly strip and turn on the shower. Once I finished washing everything I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. I grab my hairdryer and blow my hair dry. When I'm done I look in the mirror.

As I stare at my reflection all I can think is 'DAMMMNNN I look hot'. Hey, at least I admit it. My eyes travel to my brown hair that always swooshes to the side. They then look right into my grey eyes that have tiny flecks of blue in them. I keep moving down to my dog tag necklace that has the name 'Oliver Hanson' on it. Working my way down to my six-pack, I could go lower but if I started to describe that you'de end up drooling, let's save that for later.

I walk back into my huge room and over to my walk-in-closet. Once inside I grab a pair of navy skinny jeans and a blue aeropostale shirt. FYI no, I don't like aeropostale but I'm one of the biggest jocks in school so it's sort of expected that I would. To tell the truth I would much rather be wearing an 'All Time Low' band tee but as I already said, it isn't exactly welcomed. Plus, my friends would be all over me calling me a fag or homo. I mean I guess that is what I am but they don't know that. Yes, I'm gay. Please don't tell anyone! In all honesty I don't know how I've been able to keep it from my best friend Tyler for three years. I've been so far in the closet for so long that I've become best friends with Aslan from Narnia.

I grab a new pair of boxers and walk out of my closet. If only I were brave enough to actually do that and tell my friends 'I'm gay and proud'. Oh well. I'm planning on telling Tyler soon because he's bi and VERY open about it. But everyone in our town doesn't really approve of gays. Even Tyler says that there is a huge difference between being bi and being gay. Bi is curious. Gay is wrong. I personally think that specific statement is a load of bull.

After I'm dressed I walk down the stairs to find my mom cooking something. In an apron. This day is definitely off to a weird start.

"Hey Mom! May I ask as to why you're cooking?" It's not weird that she's home cuz' I knew her and Dad came home last night it's just a little weird that she's actually in the kitchen,cooking. You see my mom works a lot since she is a famous actress. Her and Dad go off for months at a  time with barely two phone calls, and because she's a famous actress she has to go with my dad, a famous director, to movie shoots all over the world regularly. It got so bad they ended up buying a private jet. They just got back from shooting in Spain. You could say that they do really good work considering we live in a mansion in Beverly Hills, California. When I say mansion I mean mansion. There are around 30 rooms in the whole house. Not including the bathrooms and walk-in-closets that are probably big enough to be your bedroom. That and two pools that are probably bigger than your house, one inside and one outside. But trust me when I say a house like this brings more trouble than good. The fact that my family is rich is what keeps me from making a lot of best friends since they all end up liking me for money or popularity. The fact that they are famous and rich is also one of the reasons I have to remain 'In the Closet'.

"Hello Oliver! I just wanted to cook for you!" Okay this is bad. Whenever she cooks it means that something bad has either happened or is about to happen. I start to sit when she finishes my omelet and bacon she puts the steaming hot plate in front of me at the same exact moment my stomach growls. I look up at her and smile then scarf down on the spontaneous breakfast I have just received.

"Honey, your father and I have some news." I look up and meet the eyes of my mother in father sitting across from me at the kitchen table. When did Dad even come in?

I keep staring and when it's obvious she's waiting for some kind of reaction I say, "Yes?"

"We are going to France to shoot a new movie!" my mom says it in a happy voice so it doesn't seem like it's such a big deal that they're going halfway around the world for who knows how long. Again.

"How long are you guys gonna be gone this time?" I ask going back to eating.

"4 months," I choke on a piece of my bacon and have to take a sip of apple juice before I finally stop gagging.

"4 MONTHS!!!" I scream in rage.

"I know it's a long time, but this is a really good opportunity for us," my dad chimes in. I calm down at that thought.

"I'm sorry but we already accepted but we did get you a brand new yellow Porsche convertible so you won't miss us too much. We are going to put 3,000 dollars in your credit account every week and you can have as many parties as you want, just get Theresa and the other maids to clean up after you. Just don't get any girls pregnant while we are gone." Yes, these are my parents. You'd think that after my so called "mom" plays mothers on soap operas and in movies all the time that she should know how to act like one. But nooooo, instead I get two parents that think they can buy me with cars and other expensive presents. It helps don't get me wrong, but it doesn't replace them. At least they definitely don't have to worry about me getting any girls pregnant.

"It's okay I guess, just call this time? When are you guys leaving?" I ask not really interested anymore.

"Tomorrow morning around 5 am." I guess I should've seen that one coming.

"Okay." I hug them both goodbye and run to my garage and find my new car with a red ribbon around it. I pull the ribbon off and hop into the drivers seat. I pull down the visor and get the keys. I put the visor back up and put the keys in the ignition. The engine roars to life and I open the garage. As soon as it opens I speed out of there and hope I make it to school before Tyler.

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I'm really looking for someone else to play Noah though so If anyone thinks of a good one, I will use their suggestion and dedicate the next chapter to them! Pls HELP!!! :P