Holding For Life

Meeting De Prince:Pt.1

We FUCKING SAILORS, so please enjoy!
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Antonio's P.O.V:

"I DON'T FUCK WITH YOU!" I and also every-fucking-body in this small 2 story 5 bedroom house is singing.

This is what I do whenever my father is on a business trip out of the country 'saving the world'. You see my father is a secret agent who works with Prince/Princess Protection Program. Meaning he travels to vast lands and deserted places to recuse all the spoiled rich fucks.

And before any of you start asking, no this ain't no PPP (Princess Protection Program) type of story. Ok maybe a little but this is a some real shit.

We're done talking about that checky checkered ass mat. Let's talk about something interesting, like me.

My name is Antonio Brabson, I'm a 17 year old partier,who sometimes over dose it but not always. People say I'm a huge softy in the inside, but I know the truth.

Right know we 'bout to lay down some slu- I mean hella fine young ladies down and start licking. That was until someone says,"A black lambo just pulled up outside, and everyone in here is broke so it ain't nun of ours."

In quick panick I started to rush everyone out the back door. Since I've had over a couple of parties mostly everyone knows the woods in the back of my house like the back of there hand. Totally not worried about the mess, I run upstairs to get any of the couple's that might be doing the dirty. Luckily there was only 1 and that was a three some all boys. But get I don't judge! I grabbed 3 towels and have it to them, rushing them out the house too. I walk into the living room just in time cause the keys start rattling and the door clicked. Reveling the most beautiful thing in the world.

Food.

I run towards it. But my shit excuse of a father moved the bag. So when I was almost in contact with it, instead of my true love and me getting messy, it was me and a now dead to me corpse falling and hitting the floor with a huge thump. The dead corpse grunted in a response to it not actually being dead. But still a corpse. I look down to see a slightly pink tainted blonde with tan skin and nice hazel-green eyes. The way he was breathing was ragged but steadily increasing. He looked up at me with wide eyes, while I stare back with a blank face. He looks down then looks back up quickly with cheeks redder than before. I look down at our position and I partly see why he was blushing like a muthafucka. My body was placed in the middle of his body with his legs gapped apart, both members of our separate parties was rubbing against each other. I mean who wouldn't look like a baboons behind red when I was on top like duh, I'm a god. I move slightly, but quickly regret it. Cause it makes me rub against him harder causing him to go redder, causing me to get more annoyed. Now I bet your like 'Where the fuck is his dad?!', he's in kitchen from my hearing probably trying to cook something. I move even more trying to get up, but it doesn't exactly work out as planned, and I don't think he can get any redder. Since me moving makes him red and flustered for reasons unknown, I decided to try and make my way out without him noticing.

"Sooo," I start looking him in the eye with a blunt tone."Why are you all red and flustered?" After asking him he turns redder.

I guess it is possible.... Interesting....

"I-I-I a-am s-sorry!" He says breaking contact with teary eyes.

Looking at him for a moment I start thinking,"Are you gay?" I ask really talking to myself, but my mouth decided it was something important to ask.

His eyes widen and he says,"Yes......" and tears pour from his eyes.

And this is the part of me I hate the most.

My kindness.

I quickly stand up, and help him up also. Wiping away stray tears from his soft cheeks, I notice a scar on his jawline. Not saying anything about it, I take his sleeve and drag him into the kitchen. Where that weird eyed monster is hiding.

As soon as we walk in, I give off a death glare to my sad excuse of a father, and stall my way over to him. When he notice me a sheepishly smile creeps on his face. But quickly drops, when he see' s whoever the fuck this dude he brought with him is. He pushes pass me and walks over to blondie, slowly but surely.

When he's there he say,"Eísai kalá? Ti tréchei?(Are you ok?What's wrong?)"

He then responds with after a coue of sniffles,"Im kalá móno árrostos sto spíti.(I'm fine just home sick.)"

Ok since they are speaking whatever language (A.N. They speak Greek), I decided to raid the fridge. Cause it's only right for them to have privatise,even if I can't understand them. After 15 minutes of cooking ,20 medium sized pancakes lay infrount of me. My buttery queen. With of course a family sized bottle of syrup. I pour the syrup on top and look at it overflow and drip with such fineness. Yes pancakes equal bae in my book.

In the middle of my 15th pancake I nearly chocked to death when my father sayed,"Toni, meet Prince Javan Satan Andrews of Europe. Aka your new roommate."

A.N.

HEY WASSUP HOLA AND WHAT GOOD. I'M THE AUTHOR,

SKINY PENIS,

JK

YOU MAY REFER TO ME AS QUEEN PANDA,QP,QUEEN P,AND BROOKE.

SOOO WHAT YOU THINK?

TERRIBLE RIGHT?!

IK,IK

SAD

BUT ANYWAY I'LL SEE YOU EITHER SATURDAY OR SUNDAY.

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