Hey, guys! This is chapter two! I know it's starting off a bit boring, but it will soon be better, PROMISE! So, enjoy and I will see you after you read it, and uh... If you skip it, that's okay too :)
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Blayze P.O.V
My eyes open to see Emily sitting on my stomach, giggling and bouncing. She lets out a little squeal and bounces ever higher.
"Blay! Blay! Blay!" She giggles and starts to tug on my shirt. (Not like that you dirty!) "Momma says you have to get up! We're moving!" She smiles down at me and I chuckle a bit as I lift her off me.
Emily is six, my parents adopted her after they found out they couldn't have any more kids. She isn't exactly my sister, but I love her more than anything.
"Tell Mom that I'll be down in a minute" I say, patting her on the head and shooing her out of the room. After she leaves, I shuffle to the bathroom and have a quick shower. I step out and shake my red hair out of my eyes. I look quickly in the mirror and think to myself "I think I should dye it something different"
Slowly, I walk back to my room and pick out my clothes for the day. Red jeans, black Batman shirt, black Converse and several multicolour studded belts. I dress quickly and head down to the kitchen, not needing to fix my already straight hair.
"Hey, Mom" I say and kiss her cheek. My mom looks almost exactly like me, well, she used to. When I was born, we had the same chestnut hair and the same blue eyes. People still often ask if we are brother and sister. Not to sound vain, but my mother is beautiful.
"Good Morning, Blayze" She chirps as I sit down and she puts a plate piled with sausages, fried tomatoes eggs and toast in front of me. I start to dig in greedily. What? I'm a growing boy.
"Diana, where's my towel?" I hear my father call from their bathroom.
"Oh, Tom" my mother sighs, shaking her head. "You really should look harder for things. It's on the vanity, dear,"
I smile a little at my parents. They're one of the cutest couples I have ever met. They always go on date nights and things. I'm sometimes a little jealous in a way. I finish off my plate and wash it before putting it into the box that all the other ones are in.
"Blayze, before you go off into your own little world, the moving van will be here in an hour. So, I want you to clean up your room and pack anything that you haven't already" Mom calls as I leave the room.
"Okay, Mom" I smile and jog up the stairs to my bedroom. I soon pack away all of the spare clothes, sheets and such but need another box for all of my posters, CDs and books. I take the full box downstairs and put it with the others. Grabbing a new box, I head back to my room and carefully take all the posters off my walls and lay them in the box. Then, I start to pack the CDs and books in the box, weighing down the posters to prevent them being crumpled. Just when I finish, Emily comes bounding into the room and jumps onto my back, screaming "The moving van is here!" I laugh and swing her up into my shoulders.
"Well, we better go and catch it hadn't we?" And with that I run down the stairs, purposefully bouncing Emily higher as she squeals and giggles with glee. After making a few laps around the lounge area, I jump to a halt and drop Emily onto the couch. At the speed of light, my hands fly to her sides and i begin to tickle her mercilessly. She squirms and punches my chest playfully, all the while trying to yell at me to stop through the laughter raining from her mouth. When she starts to get tired, I finally stop and put her back onto her feet. She sways a bit in her tired state but stays standing.
"Come on, let's go help momma with the boxes," I take her hand and lead the way to the entrance hall where there is people everywhere. Men taking out boxes and bring in empty furniture trolleys. Through the ruckus, we manage to find mother. She's standing, talking to the moving van driver about when the van will reach the new house. I'll admit that I'm excited about moving, to get a fresh start. In the small town that we currently reside, everyone knows everyone and there is nothing secret. I never had many friends in this town, mostly because of the way I dress, the music I listen to, but most of all, the fact that I'm gay doesn't go down too well. A bunch of heavily Christian rednecks aren't the most accepting people, if you catch my drift.
Soon, the moving van is full and Emily is jumping around, pulling on Moms arm, trying to get her out of the house and into the car as soon as possible.
"Come on, Momma! The new house will be lonely" she says, tugging on the sleeve of Moms already outstretched shirt. Mom laughs lightly and pretends to stumble behind Emily. Dad and I follow behind to where Mom is, next to the car commenting on how "strong" Emily is now.
"Okay, Em. We're getting in the car"
Emily immediately lets go an jumps into her spot in the car, fidgeting as she puts on her seatbelt and the rest of us take our places. Mom starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, the van close behind. And so begins the two hour drive to our new home in Maryland, Baltimore. I take out my IPod from my pocket and spend almost the whole ride in my own world.
*Time Lapse: 2 hours*
We pass the sign that says "Welcome to Baltimore!" with people who look too happy to be sane. Rolling my eyes, I concentrate back on the picture that I started drawing about an hour ago. There isn't a lot there, slowly coming into shape is what seems to be the face of a boy. His eye seem to bore into the viewer, staring into their soul. His hair is dark, the many lines used create it making it sweep across his face, but not enough to cover his eyes. He seems to have razored bangs. Though there is shadow on most of his face, there is a glimmer of innocence in his eyes through the anger that seems to be more prominent. I stare at the picture a bit longer when I am done, I have never seen the boy before but some how he is so familiar.
We soon pull up at the new house. It's two storeys with a basement and attic. Instantly, Emily is out of the car and running into the house, yelling something about having the biggest room. My father chuckles and shakes his head as he follows her, surveying the rooms, though he has seen them all before. I stay out side a bit longer, looking up and down the street at the almost identical houses. My eyes reach to the one next door, there I see a boy, standing on the footpath. Though he is staring down at his Converse clad feet, there is still a few noticeable features that he has. His hair is black, though in the sun there is flecks of brown and copper. It looks to be cut with long bangs and reaches about the nape of his neck. He is wearing a black shirt and gray jeans. I'll admit that he looks as if we should get along. I see the mysterious boy sigh heavily and walk slowly into the house next door. Half glad that he lives next door, I go into my own house to find my parents staring at me.
"What?" I ask, their eyes never leaving me as I start to pack away plates and things.
"Who was that boy you were looking at?" My mom questions, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I don't know, he just lives next door"
"Maybe we can go over and meet them later" she suggests, winking at me.
My parents have known that I was gay since I was 16. I had know when I was 14 but I was scared to tell them, growing up where I did and all. My parents were completely fine with it though, Mom often tries to spot out "cute guys" as she puts it, it's weird but fun in a way. She has pretty good taste for me, and always manages to pick the ones I find good looking.
I laugh a little and shake my head at her. "Sure, what ever you like, Mom"
We finish unpacking the essentials, my parents planning to do the rest while Emily and I are at school. We pack away the boxes and head across the lawn to the mystery boy's house.
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There you go! CHAPTER 2! Sorry this took me so long, I enjoy writing out the chapters in my notebook but transferring them takes me a long time. Also, I have been really busy with family things going on.
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