Welcome To My World

XXX-A Week at Brian's

It has been almost over a year, and I've already written 30 chapters of "Welcome to my World". I wanted to thank to the people who read this story and to the ones who voted. I also wanted to thank the people who helped me write this story. I'll say their names in the end of this chapter.

I woke up earlier than usual that day. It was a Monday on summer, and I usually sleep until midday. But this day wasn't a day like the other days. No, this one was special, because I was going to spend five days at Brian's summer house. This year I didn't go to that summer camp with Jack, Alfred and Alan. I had known this since the beginning of third term, but I didn't really tell anyone.
Like, whenever I was ready to tell them, something came up, and I didn't want to make it worse. Really, that was even a conversation that went like this.
"Jack, I think that all of the Fantasy Forest writers should write a special event. Like, a chapter where we are all together and each one of us writes the POV of their character."
"Oh, that's great, Daniel, we could do it while we are at the summer camp! It would be so much fun."
"But I'm not going there." I whispered.
"What was that Daniel?" he asked
"Never mind..."
Well, I told them that I wasn't going on the last day of school, but I think that Jack didn't really understand what I was saying, because just in the day before he went to that summer camp, we had this conversation.
D-So, how are things going with Connor. Did you talk to him?
J-Of course I did. Jonnor is safe.
D-That's great. Btw, tomorrow you're going to summer camp, right.
J-Yes, I'm so excited!!
D-When you come back, you have to tell me everything.
J-Wait...what do you mean? Aren't you going?
D-Like, I told you in the last day of school. Don't you remember?
J-No, I don't. Why not?
D-Because I'm going to London this week.
J-Screw you then. I thought that you were coming. Who will be there besides me and Alfred?
D-Idk... But we can still see each other this summer. Just not there.
Then he told me that he was planning on all of us to come out to everyone in there. He and Alfred did that, and let me tell you something, in the pictures of the summer camp, he was gayer than ever. And instead of being there, I had to be in a shitty summer camp with many people that I disliked. But London was great.
After that, everything was normal.
Until the afternoon I went to Brian's house.
To go there, I had to stand his dad in a three hour car ride. He was a bald fifty year old plane pilot, and he was homophobic. Besides that, he cheated on Brian's mom with whores all the time, and now he had even fallen for one of them. I heard him talk to her in that ride. That was followed by an awkward silence, until he decided to break it.
"So, who went to that summer camp this year?"
"Alfred, Jane and Alan."
"Oh, Alan. That boy has a huge lack of personality. He's always following others, and he's never himself. Oh, and that Paul...he's an idiot. From the moment he changed to your class, I knew that he was an idiot. Oh, and Alfred...he's dangerous...not because he can hurt people, but because he doesn't look at the means to achieve his goals. Oh, and Jane. Doesn't she have schizophrenia? You know, The Devil doesn't know everything because he's The Devil, he knows everything because he's old."
From that moment on, it looked like he was trying to say that he knew more about me than he was supposed to, and I just wished that he had kept his mouth shut.
But then, after that horrible car ride, I finally arrived to my destination, and me and Brian went straight to the beach. While we were there, we created a "game" that whenever we saw a hot guy or chick, we would say "mine" and whoever said it first "kept" that person.
That was really just a way for us to say which people we thought were hot and which one we thought weren't.
Then we arrived home, took a shower, and everything was fine, until Brian's dad and his grandma went out to walk his dog.
Every time that his dad wasn't using his phone, Brian would access it, take pictures of his texts with the whore and send them to his mother. I think that she wanted to blackmail his dad with those pics, but this time, she had a completely different reaction.
I was with him, and then his mom just called him, telling him that she just wanted to die and that her life was awful.
Brian managed to calm her down, but when he turned off the phone, he looked like a completely different person.
"I WILL KILL THAT BASTARD!" he screamed, right before he grabbed his bed and pushed it over the wall.
"Dude, calm do-"
"NO! THAT JERK HAS DESTROYED MY FAMILY, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH HIS FACE SO HARD THAT HIS HEAD BLOWS UP!" Then he punched the bedroom's door, and a little bit of it got broken.
I unsuccessfully tried to calm him down, and he kept screaming and punching things.
Usually when this kind of stuff happens and I don't know what to do, I just lock down any emotion that I have inside of me, so I decided to go to the balcony, to see him at the backyard.
He still hadn't calmed down, so I decided to keep away from him, just in case that I could get hurt.
Some time later he managed to calm himself down, and he noticed that his hand was bleeding. When his grandma arrived she helped him with that.
The next day, Tuesday, we just went to the beach and looked at hot people, mostly guys.
There was this one guy, Nate, that Brian was always looking at. He was a tall 16 year old guy that worked at the beach, and he had abs and a curly brown hair. I don't remember his eye color, though he was always looking at us, with a smile on his face.
It's kind of creepy when written that way, but if you were there, you would know how hot that was.
He kept looking at him, and I kept making comments like "If he was a lollipop I would let him melt in my mouth."
Then in that day, we also made a little prank on Margaret.
We basically told her that Alan and Charles were completely gay, that most of the jocks of the school were gay, and then I said that Adrien, a boy from our school, was pansexual.
"What's pansexual, Daniel?"
"Well, basically a pansexual person is someone that can feel attracted to anyone regardless of their gender."
"Wait, so a pansexual person is basically someone who likes boys, girls, boys that dress like girls, girls that dress like boys, likes boys that want to be girls, likes girls that want to be boys..."
As I heard that voice message, I kind of agreed with her, but then, she said.
"So Adrien is the dumbest person that I heard off."
Crap... Like, everything was going fine, and then she said that. It looked like maybe she wouldn't have a good reaction when I come out to her. But that really made me want to come out to her more than I wanted before, because maybe I could change the way she saw people.
We ended our prank shortly after this, and then the next two days were just normal. The only interesting thing that I did was to find his Instagram account on Wednesday.
It looked like he was gay or bisexual according to what we saw.
In the next day, we were trying to get his attention, but he always had the same reaction. He looked at us, whit that beautiful smile that he always had on his face.
To me, he was just a hot guy that I saw on the beach, but to Brian...to Brian he was a summer crush, and I think that you can even call it an obsession.
He was always looking at him and talking about him. At the beginning it was cute, but now it was getting a little bit annoying. But I forgot all of that when I looked at Nate.
And then Friday, the day before the one I would go away arrived. When I arrived at the beach, I had this feeling that something was about to happen.
Nate didn't come that day, so when we were going to give Ernest, the Berlin ball seller, that was also Nate's boss, the money that Brian owed him, I asked him where he was.
"Hey Ernest, where's your helper today?"
"Who, Leonard? He went to fetch more balls."
"No, not that one. Nate!"
"Oh, Nate...He's not working today, he's spending the day with his girlfriend."
Yeah, it looked like Nate was straight. Or maybe bisexual. Or pansexual. But what mattered was that he had a girlfriend. I accepted that fact, but Brian was all like :
"He could still be gay, maybe he doesn't have a girlfriend and has a boyfriend, I still have a shot."
"Yeah, but one thing is sleeping around with people and thinking that one of them is hot. It's completely different from having a relationship with someone. If you cheat on that person or you look at other people, you're no longer the only one involved, your boyfriend/girlfriend is also involved."
I didn't tell him this, but I think that just looking at someone without really knowing them and saying that they love someone just gets people's hopes really high until they fall straight under the ground. And really, Brian's hopes looked so high that the only thing that I thought of was that moment when he would realize that it wouldn't work out. And don't think that I'm saying this because I'm jealous, no, I'm saying this because almost the same happened to me with Charles, and everyone knows how that ended.
And when I thought that this day couldn't get more ridiculous, it did.
We were playing that game with the hot people, and then we said the name of someone almost at the same time (I still think that I said it first, but it doesn't matter). Then we started arguing about who said the name first, and then it turned into something like this:
"Brian, you think that you're always right, but you AREN'T!"
"Actually, most of the times I AM, Daniel, unlike you, that are almost never right."
"Oh, you're so full of shit! I'm not right? Well, I'm right right now!"
We kept going back and forth talking about the same subject, until I left him by some rocks.
I went to swim, and then I remembered the last day, when me, Brian and his dad went swimming to a few rocks that were covered by the sea. On the way back to the sand, I was losing strength in my arms and I thought that I was going to drown. But there was this voice deep down inside me that was telling me to let go. I don't remember if I did this because I wanted to die, or because I wanted to live, but I stopped swimming. Fortunately, I guess, there were some rocks under me where I could stand up, so I walked to the sand.
And there I was now, in the same spot as yesterday, looking at the sea. And then I heard that voice deep down inside me.
"Wouldn't it be so good to swim until you couldn't stand up and wait for your death? The sea is huge, they wouldn't find your body for ages. You could just have a peaceful death, looking at the sun and see the waves as they swallowed you into the sea. Do you wonder who would care? If anyone would? If the afterlife does exist, you would see who did. And you would see if someone even noticed that you were gone. Just do it. Just go ahead and say goodbye to this world, that has made you suffer too much."
I looked at the sea, I looked at the sun, and I swam ahead. But then, I stopped. I wasn't going to do it. I think that all those feelings that were accumulating inside me just got out at the same time, and they stopped me from doing the unthinkable.
All those feelings were going right through me, and it was overwhelming. I ended up taking to myself, a thing that I do a lot when I get mad at someone that leaves me alone.
"That spoiled brat Brian thinks that he's right...that he's never wrong. I wish that Harry was here. I would show him who was the narcissistic piece of shit. Brian's always bragging about how good he is and about him being always right, which is not true. Damn, sometimes I just want to grab that face and shove it against a pointy rock."
I spent the next minutes saying things like that, not because I meant them, but because I was angry.
I think that being alone for a short amount of time is one of the best things in the world. It gives you time to think and you can also use that time to get rid of all those people annoying you. But that time has to end, or else it wouldn't be special. And after you calmed down and thought about what you need, when you get back to being with people it's an amazing feeling.
After our alone time, me and Brian looked at the giant float with the number 30 written on it. It was the end of a rope with 30 meters, but for me, it simbolizes another thing. 30 meters for 30 chapters I had written. I arrived there and I touched the float, and I remembered all the good and bad memories of the things I had written on Fantasy Forest. And for the first time in that short amount of time, I smiled.

So yeah...thirty chapters. As I said  in the beginning of this chapter, I want to thank everyone for the support on this story. I want to thank InNuts and nottrashatall for starting to write NLA, I wanted to thank guiest88 for keeping to write NLA after they stopped writing it for a while, and I also want to thank Exwar722 and Evocator for joining this group. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you guys. You helped me, and you are an inspiration.
Remember to check out "No Losers Allowed", by nottrashatall , "On the Brink" by guiest88 , "The Diary of a Demi-Pearl" by Exwar722 , and "Appearances Deceive" by Evocator .
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to update soon.
Kisses, D.