Blessed With A Curse (BoyXBoy)

Over there is Damien----------------->

but yeah :D Read!

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( Damien's Pov)

"Damien Tyler Evans! Come here now!"

When Mom says my full name like that, I did somehting wrong.

I pick my self off of my bed and walk out to the living room, flipping my bonde hair."Yes'em Mommy" I smile, the best smile I could possibly manage to make. She strikes a look at me and smile.

"Dont 'Yes'em Mommy' me, whats this?" She waves a peice of paper in my face.

"Im not sure Mom, maybe if you stop moving it I could READ it!" Bad move Damien. She strikes yet another look at me and places her hands on her hips.

"Excuse me?" I hate when she does THIS. Does she really forget that im 17 and not 6?

"Well Mom-" I take the paper. "It seems to be a notice that i got suspended..agian" I pause.

"Damien! I thought we talked about this? I told you to stop fighting!" She is right . She did tell me to stop. Well i cant when people piss me off. Its just , a habbit now.

"You know why i do it" Bad move Damien!

She looks at me AGIAN. I hate that look. "I understand, your a fine young man. But, -sigh- I guess i do understand" She knows what Im talking about.

Woah-oh. Pause. Let me back you up a little bit here.

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A few months ago i came out and told my parents that I , Damien Evans, am gay. Homosexual. I like guys. Hotdogs, not tacos. But anyway, i told them. They totally understood and handled it pretty well. Thank goodness!

But the school, diffrent story. It all started in 6th grade when everyone noticed i had a 'Thing' for Michael Taylor. Yeah , i know how weird. I used to blush around him and everything. Oh gosh! That boy was so cute. His hair, his eyes, nose, mouth , body , and go ON about it!!

Well anyway, from their, i was bullied. I was called name and ignored. Just horrible. They called me 'Gay', 'Faggot', 'Weenie Lover', and I can go on. So latley i have just had enough. And everytime someone made fun of me, i hooked them! Im not a pussay cat, i dont run from my problems. I ram my fist into them!

But back to my Mom

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I look up at her and smile. "Mom, I love ya" and hug her.

"I love you to, honey'

After our Mother-Son moment I walk back into my room and jump on my bed, looking up at my ceiling. And just at the moment, my phone had to buzz. Text? When do I NOT have a text!

I look at the screen and raise an eyebrow. "Facebook? +1 Friend Request?"

I open the stupid app and veiw who requested me.

And oh boy was HE a hottie.