I Guess You Can Say Things Are Getting Pretty Serious

ＩＧＹＣＳＴＡＧＰＳ - Ch. ❶

"Chris! Are you getting your things out of the van?"

Oh my gawd... what else am I doing I thought as these words spilled out; instead.

"Of course, good mother of mines!" I yelled back picking out one small item out of the moving van; it was a my iPhone charger.

O.K so here's the deal, my name is Chris Champ Drewson an 17yr old Unsuccessful High Schooler with a bad rep. Mom: April a 44yr old Child Psychologist & Psychic Medium & Dad: Harold a 47yr old Accountant, there not together anymore for good fucking reasons.

Guess I should say I never really had a close relationship with that Dad of mines and I'm pretty sure that it would have to do with me not being the All-American boy that he really so desperately wanted. Sure I do have the blond hair and (typically blue eyes, but Mines is green) down, But lets face it I' am flamboyant AS Hell and it sure isn't no mother fucking secret.

I mean having a sense of fashion, doing hair & having more of that Artistic side then Athletic one is totally questionable (to others) of your sexuality. Ha-ha if you wanted to know I'm straight... Straight up Bisexual!

But defiantly not necessarily the greatest thing to discover with my oh-so "loving" Dad, since he is a Bible Eating-holic that will not take a second to shove his personal beliefs and religion down your throat. However my Mother on the other hand is the complete opposite she's very understanding and as sweet as can be, she also knew all about my preference. I guess you would have too, if spirits invaded your vision asking (or rather) begging you for help with the living.

But back to MY story..

My mom and I decided to move again since I was causing to much trouble at the district I was at so here we were unpacking; like always and I do mean always cause we have been particularly everywhere around the good old USA (recently discovered that I' am not a fan of traveling).

"Chris, seriously? a charger!"

My mom shouted towards me, snapping me back into reality of the open moving van that was in front of me... oh yeah I'm unpacking Yay fucking me.

"What I' am getting my stuff out like you said, and this is MY-Y charger so-oo what's the prob"

I snapped back aggravated as she replied with the same brash attitude (and did I say she's as sweet as can be I meant sweet when she wants to be)

"Oh nothing just that this Van is just laying around getting paid by the hour because you want to take your time... So that's fine just have it all out by 9pm, got it?!"

"Clear as pre-cum"

"What?!"

"What?"

She scolded me, again. For the third time since we've been to this country waste basket of a house. Geez sorry I can't seem to bring myself to become happy to move into a place like this, especially since it's not my fault and it was defiantly not me this time. And just eww I mean look at the faded ass color it's a wanna-be cream wanna-be peace house, gawd this should be fun; sarcastically speaking of course. Oh but at least we have neighbors (lets just hope there not bigots) I glanced quickly at my outfit forgetting what I had on, which was "I ♡ Sl_ts all I need is U" tee, split red and black skinny jeans while rocking a basic pair of red and white Adidas to match. Oh yeah this should scream "I'm a fag, got dick?" despite the shirt indicating that I wanted a female.

"Hi! Hello there"

She said with a smile as she held out her hand

"Hello My name's Marissa, I hope things are great here for the two of you"