It Must Be Fate (boyxboy)

IMBF Chapta 1

This is dedicated to Waffle as she is my BoyxBoy pal and also....DIAPER QUEEN *waves nappy in air* ;)

WARNING: THIS IS A STORY ABOUT TWO BOYS THAT FEEL THE NEED TO GET HOT AND HEAVY WIFF EACHOTHA! IF YOUR NOT INTO THIS...THEN I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE NOW. BUT YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YA MISSIN' DAWWWWG!

HI!!!!! My name is Nikki yeah. But its secret shhh. Aw yee! This my BoyxBoy story -_- ENJOY! XD

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Chapter 1





~Alex’s Cutesy POV xD~



Okay, just go in there and say it. They have to understand. They will. Im still their little boy after all. Sure what im about to say will spoil their chances at having any grandchildren. C’mon Alex, just go in there and say:

“Im gay.”

I really shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just stayed in the closet. Maybe even go visit Narnia for a nice holiday. I would’ve been freaking King of the closet if I had done the right thing and just stayed.

“WHAT!” I flinched away from my father, his face was an angry red and I swear I saw a vein popping out of his forehead. Im gonna get it now.

I swallowed hard, trying to think of a way to repeat those two dangerous words, but got nothing. “I-Im ga-”

“I HEARD YOU!” yep, there is definitely a vein. He’s really angry, this is the first time he’s ever shouted at me. Ever. Jeez why am I such a freaking fag?!

I felt the beginnings of a sob when the unshed tears ran from my stinging eyes, reminding me of the cry-baby I am.

“Your pathetic! Go on, cry you disgraceful little faggot! You’re a disgrace to not only your family but our church! God HATES you!” I grimced at the word faggot. It was okay if I called myself one, but my own father?

He was stalking towards me like some angry lion, with the vein that looked to be a new person sticking out of his head. I stood my ground when he was only an inch away, still crying floods of tears but holding in the sob that really wanted to break-

Slap

I was sent flying to the ground, with my eyes wide as plates. H-he slapped me. My own father slapped me and was now standing above me sneering down as if I was nothing but some rodent that had got in his way.

I bent my head down, ashamed of who I was. The tears seemed to have free range, rolling down my face and onto the cold wooden floor. My cheek stung and most likely had his fingerprints. I really am pathetic.

I turned my head to face my mother who looked as shocked as I was, I silently begged her stop this, for her not to think the same. But when she finally looked at me, all I got was pity and disgust. She hates me too.

Then I could no longer hold in the sobs and they broke loose. My whole body shook with hard racking noises. They just kept coming and coming.

“Go to your room! Go on, GET OUT OF MY FACE FAGGOT!” I quickly scrambled to my feet and nearly flew up the stairs.

I locked my bedroom door behind me before flinging myself onto my bed, where I cried until I fell into a restless sleep.

　

　

　

~Daniel’s Sexy POV o.O~



“Honey? Will you come here for a second? It’s important,” I sighed heavily before slamming the front door shut again, and made my way into the kitchen, where I found my mum and dad sitting like teachers would do if you got in trouble. I wouldn’t really know since I never go though.

“What up ma? I have to go meet the guys ‘bout somethin’,” I leaned in the doorway, waiting impatiently for them to say whatever was needed.

I glared down at my folks when they didn’t say anything, but just looked at each other.

“Well? C’mon! Im really busy here so just spit it out so I can go!” I snapped, causing my mum to flinch slightly.

My dad straightened up and looked me dead in the eyes. The boldness of him shocked me into changing my expression before I schooled it back again, to its blank void.

My dad was a bit of a strange man who never had a decent job, but went about doing odd jobs around town to a certain extent. His dark brown hair was starting to lose its rich tone with age and but his hazel eyes that were always soft and kind now held an intensity I never knew he had.

“Son, you know how much you mean to your mother and I so we’re doing this for your own good,” what was my old man going on about? “We have decided that it would be best to send you to RYC for a while. You leave tomorrow, so go pack.”

I can’t believe I was hearing this. Was I bad enough that I had to go a to Reformation Youth Centre? That’s the place young adults go to because its safer for them to be locked away before they do something that puts them in the slammer. But, im not that bad. Am I? I guess I just found out.

Damn!

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