Sshh, I'm a Yaoi Fangirl

"Mmm , Jeffrey, harder," Danny hoarsely said, as his boyfriend stroked his shaft. Danny felt a smirk on his back while he thrust harder nearly rip--

"Riko!" My pencil slipped out of my shaking fingers at the sound of my name, "Coming, Mom!" I threw my notebook in a binder and quickly rushed to my mother, knowing full well she wants me there as soon as my name escapes from her lipsticked coloured lips.

"It's dinnertime, sweetie." I felt my hair bob up and down and set myself next to my older brother, in a chair.

"Rikki, why are your cheeks so red?" Shit, I couldn't tell him I was just writing about two guys getting it on, that would equal disownment. Who really wants to be disowned by their favorite sibling? If you do you are lame with a capital 'L'.

"Uhm, I just sneezed a whole buncha times." I smiled, looking at him with my blue orbs that easily sucked him in, then I turned my head away from him, "What's for dinner, Mommy?" my seven-year-old sister asked.

"Wait and see," she teased, but this is the answer we recieved everytime we asked what was for dinner.

"Mmm, sounds good, Ma." I received a giggle from her, she always did like my humor, i love our simple little family life.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

          So you'r'e probably confused, well, it started in seventh grade when my pervy friend pried my eyes open to a boy on top of another boy. Sick, right? That's what I thought. Then I was forced into it; I read it, watched it, drew it, day dreamt about it, slept over it, wrote it myself. But only my pervy friend and I knew. Hell, I'm obsessed I am with this, but, hey, too late now. My father is in Japan, trying to make some business deal, while here in America we're just trying to make ends meet, but that never lets us down we just trudge forward.

"Hey, Riko." My best friend in the whole world slid in the seat next to me, and started twirling a wooden pencil on the top of her thumb; I have no frickin' idea how she did that, but whatever. By force of habit, my fingers intertwined with her black hair, I love it so much, when it hits the light it reflectes PURPLE!

"Yeah, it's getting too long again," she fussed while finishing her homework, that she never did at home.

"I wonder what you'd look like with your hair styled long, like by your shoulders." My voice calmly said trying to make hair styles with short hair. I heard her uncomfortably cough at the thought of long hair, which in turn made me grin.

I love her point of view on style, she cross dresses as a male, but is just like any other girl, besides her husky voice.

"Ew, no, me brushing my hair? Can't even imagine that." She playfully punched me in the shoulder, then her eyes widen as if a light bulb went off in her head. "Wanna start a fight in class?" she lazily asked me, trying to hide her excitement. We love to raise hell for no reason.

"Why not, Max?" I chuckled wondering if I'd remeber to fight this time, cause I'm real good at -----

God Dammit! You'd think that a student would be use to the annoying ass bell ringing, unfortualty I scare easily.

I got up from the table and I went to my assienged classroom, and unwillingly untangled my hands from Max's hair, making sure to whine. "Go sit your ass down Riko, and don't fall off the chair." I heard her snicker without a lick of concern, I pulled out the cold seat, and used it properly thank you very much.

My English teacher walked in claiming the presence of the room all for his own sake, and smiled to us loving to be late so that all our eyes where on him when he walked in. His tanned fingers pulled out a small notebook-like thing and opened it, obviouls about to take our attendece.