So I couldn't stop writing the story. 1st, I'm bored. 2nd, It's a good story. 3rd, I don't even care what other people think. So, guys, I'm back.
So the next day I got back to my house and kind of relaxed my body (excepting that my body was hurting from the sex.) Since I was over his house, my house felt small. My dad still wasn't back. It was like he went on a vacation without me. Or maybe he was. I had to find out where he was. So I called him. "Hello," he answered. "Um, yeah, I was wondering where you were." "Son, I kind of went on a short vacation," he said. I fucking knew it. I knew damn well, he was on vacation I don't know why I called. I practically was right in every situation. "Ok dad, that's all I wanted," I said even though it wasn't I wanted to know more. Where was he, who was there, what was he doing, who took him? I had lots of questions, but the only one that I had was....Was he finding someone new? Will I have a new mother? Soon, will I ever have a new sibling.
I hung up the phone and redialled. I felt like calling Richerd, but my body was still hurting. But I had no other choice. I was bored as hell. I never could understand life. They say life is fun, it's a joy ride. If it's a joy ride then why hasn't mine started? Why hasn't mine had any passengers? But if you think about it, my family is on, I'm on, and Richerd just climbed aboard. If my joy ride started, I never would've had a chance to meet Richerd.
I called Richerd anyway because I was bored. He said before he didn't have anything to do. "Hello," his deep voice answered. But his deep voice wasn't raspy like any deep voice would. It was smooth. It was soothing to the ear. "Yeah, you got anything planned today?" "Nope, unless you include sleep because I'm bored," he added a little chuckle into it. "That's ironic because I don't have anything to do either and I'm bored. My dad had gone on vacation without me." Earlier dad said that it didn't feel as empty as I did now. It was like a "Nobody loves you" emptiness.
"So do you think I can come over," I asked. I sounded like one of those little kids that were asking if they can go over there friend house. The only difference was that this was my boyfriend and I'm not little. "Yeah, sure, I don't care." I had this little shock through my body. That meant that there was a high chance of sex. But I didn't care. To me, it felt comfortable. In the middle of it. Maybe if I tell him that my body aches, he might give me a massage, just like my dad used to give my mom after she got back from work, well at least when she used to. So I got my stuff that I wanted and got to stepping. Even though his house was a right next to mine, I didn't feel like walking. But I still didn't care, I just didn't want to be bored. I rung the doorbell. And he came to the door. He welcomed me again, to his room. I sat down on the bed and he did the same. I put my arm around his shoulder, just in a friendly matter. "Rich, you know my body hurt from yesterday, right?" "I loved it all, James," he said. "I love the way your body is." Now that was a compliment I didn't think was total bullshit.......
CLIFFHANGER!!! MADAFACKAAAAASSSS!!!! I couldn't just stop this story. I want to give a shoutout to FriesBeforeGuys4ever for being one of my biggest fans. Another shoutout to UnknownVapor. And 2 more. AnimeGeek7723 and Vegetab456.
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The Muscles and The Meek
RomanceA boy named James just came to being a freshman. He was all ways afraid of being in highschool all because he was scared of the alcohol and the sex. But then he meets this boy named Richerd. He was the strongest kid in school but had nobody. James d...
