Second Chance (BoyXBoy Watty Awards)

Second Chance (BoyXBoy)

Hi guys.

This is my new story. I really enjoy writing boyxboy story and since I have nearly finished Acceptance this will help me not miss it as much :)

Since this is a new story feedback and votes would mean so much. If you believe it deserves a vote please do vote. Even if its not a great story please give me feedback so I can improve because I know I need improvement but I do need feedback to know what.

I think I may enter this into the watty awards 2012. Don't ask me why I haven't got a clue since this probably is going to be lame but I might as well give it ago.

So this is Prologue below. The first chapter wll be up as soon as I have time to write it. I did have another cover up i made myself but i love the cover my friend made me so i have changed it and dedicated the chapter to her for doing it for me :). I do hope you like the cover.

I know authors notes can get annoying but don't worry they won't be this long after this. I hope you enjoy the start of the story guys.

Oh and this is a boyxboy so of course if you do get offended don't read

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Prologue

Have you ever believed that one thing; one word could make your life be like mine? Different...that is the word and the one thing that makes my life like this. It makes me have no friends and clearly no life.

Has it always been this way? I would say yeah pretty much it has. I've never fit in no matter how hard I try too. I'm an outsider and even my parents know it. I wish I could say I make them proud and probably I would have, if they didn't decide to have another child. My younger brother is perfect in their eyes and I'm their failed child.

I'm use to it by now though. I will admit I don't live in the real world and apart from dragging myself to school my life runs around my bedroom and trips to the toilet now and again. My world is little and spaced inside my room most of the time and it's always been like this since I was younger.

I don't even take the school bus. I get my dad to drop me off and my mum to pick me up or I won't go school. It's as simple as that. I would hate my parents if they ever tried to make me get the bus or walk home.

"Josh!" my mother shouted banging on my door. What does she want? Its 7am I don't normally get up till 7.30am. I also like to have strict timings; maybe you understand why I am different now.

"Honey you need to get ready now your father has to leave for work early and if you want a lift," she said as I chucked my quilt off me and darted to my feet. I charged around my room searching for my school uniform. Where had I put it? I normally leave it on my desk but it isn't here.

I looked around with my eyes and spotted my uniform under my bed. I dived to the floor and pulled it out from beneath my bed. I chucked my top off but as I did I caught my arm on the bar to my bed.

"Ouch!" I shouted like someone would actually hear me. I shook my head as I looked at my arm to see a scratch but luckily it wasn't bleeding. That would be the last thing I need right now. I hate rushing around for school. I wouldn't go if it was up to me. I'll live in my room twenty four seven with bathroom breaks and I would get my mum to bring up food.

It's just the way I am. The way I like to live my life since I'm different and no one likes me. I wish sometimes it wasn't like this but who am I kidding. Nothing is going to change is it?

I finally finished getting dressed. I grabbed my bag and charged out my room into the corridor crashing into my mother. "Oh you were getting ready," smiled my mum wearing a red long dress and her blazer jacket. She works as a receptionist. Her blue eyes stared into me with her blond hair tied back.

"Yeah of course," I said as I left her standing there and I went down the stairs. I found my father ramming a piece of toast down his throat. I have the same hair colour as my father brown and green eyes. My father is wearing a suit...he is a lawyer.

"Pass me a cereal bar," I said to him. He looked at me in shock.

"Why didn't I think of that," he complained as he went into the kitchen, opened up a cupboard and got out a cereal bar for me. He gave it to me as he finished his toast.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked me.

"I'm ready," I said to him. We headed out the house and climbed into my dad's car as I spotted my brother looking out his bedroom window.