I Wish You Wanted Me (Boy x Boy)

Chapter One: I Go Back To That Night....

I'm back again people, miss me? Lolz anyways here's another glorious chapter....finally. Hope you enjoy this one my little puffles, but yeah comment, vote, fan, and all that jizz....oops meant 'jazz' Well enjoy  baaaaii. The one and only:

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Chapter One: I Go Back To That Night....

DAVID's P.O.V.

After every "session" with dad, I always go back to that night....back to when everything was okay. Back to when my heart hadn't been broken, to the time when it wasn't withering away....

Back to when my Donny was still around....

'Father' likes to drop me off half an hour early for lacrosse practice, so I get dressed in my normal clothes.

For me 'normal' is holey skinny jeans, a band tee that Donny's brother gave me, assorted bracelets, and colorful watches. In case you're wondering, I wear at least two watches at once on the same arm.

Yes, my father does have a problem with how I dress, but we made a deal of sorts. I continue to play lacrosse and he can't bitch about it. I threatened to stop playing lacrosse a few weeks after Donny left, that's when I started dressing like this.

In a way it brought me closer to Donny, I remember the way he used to dress, same as I do now, but he could actually pull it off.

When I changed, everyone was shocked, they thought I was someone else. They would ask me what happened, and what spurred this on.

They don't understand, none of them do.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag, my stick, and my iPod, and headed outside. Father was waiting for me, but from the looks of it he was still pissed that I hadn't made him dinner the night before.

As I got closer, he turned and glared at me.

"Since I'm still pissed at you, and rightly so might I add, you have to find your own means of transportation. I don't care if you walk, you just better be at practice on time." That said, he left me standing there.

To be honest, I wasn't very surprised.

I walked around the back of the house and retrieved my skateboard from under the porch. Why, you ask, is it under the porch and not in a garage or something?

Well, truth is my father doesn't exactly know I have a skateboard. I wasn't supposed to have anything with wheels on it: not a bike, a skateboard, rollerblades, god forbid a scooter.

The bastard even took my car keys after telling me, and I quote, "I don't get them back until I've decide to stop with this phase."

Hell, he wouldn't even buy me a pair of Heeleys! (A/N: for those of you who don't know, Heeleys are shoes with one wheel [each] in the heel of the shoe.)

"You don't deserve to get anything easy or made less complicated," my father is so keen on saying.

He hated the fact that I was gay so much, he used every excuse in the book to make any and everything harder for me to do.

Now here we are, me riding the skateboard my father doesn't know about to a lacrosse practice I didn't really want to go to. Everyone on the team knew I was gay, and all but one accepted it.

If I needed any backing I had it, that was the only good thing that came out of coming out to the school. Of course, most of that is because I threatened the life of anyone who dared touch or even looked at my Donny in the wrong way.