Acquaintance of Heartbreak [boyxboy]

~Chapter 1~

Well, it was definitely.. different?

I turned slightly to my left, taking in Amelie's expression from the corner of my eye. She looked far from impressed. I suppose I was ready for a change, ready for a new start in a new country, new school, new friends, new possibilities... Amelie however had her life together. Or at least as 'together' as a hormonal 15 year old teenage girl could have. Back in England she was popular (I was lacking in that department) and she could have most pubescent young boys drooling over with the slightest smile. 

Lucky bitch.

I sighed, 'It can't be that bad..' can it?

Amelie shook her head with a slight movement, moving her hair from her face with an exasperated puff, 'It's alright for you, Mase, you had nothing back there to stay for-' she trailed off, her eyes closed and she sighed apologetically, '-I didn't mean that-', 'No, I know, it's fine' I cut her off, waving a hand dismissively when she went to protest.

Mum came rushing up behind us, a brown cardboard box in hand labelled 'decor' and nudged me with her hip.

'Mason, why the hell are you just stood there? Go help your dad unload those sofas, these moving men are about as useful as a chocolate blinking tea pot' she droned and I nodded heading towards the van. She was a busy woman, a woman with very little time for 'durdling' around and knew how to take charge of anyone and in any situation. I admired that about my mother and I could tell so did my dad, who was more of the 'lets sit and 'av a beer and watch some telly' kinda guy.

'Mason, are you alright, kiddo?' my dad turned to me and gave me a big smile, he was ready for the move and had been since the whole incident back at home.. home? My home was here now. Which was a frightening thought considering I had spent the last 10 years of my life living in a small but comfortable detached house in the outer suburbs of Lancashire and I'm right in supposing Denver was absolutely nothing like the rainy, industrial areas of the North West.

'Nope- I mean, yeah dad, perfectly tip top' albeit the thoughts in my head being incongruous to the smile I plastered on my face I did so anyway and Dad nodded in content at my answer. 

I was sick of showing weakness towards him. It was enough a blow to my dad's ego that his only son was a reader rather than a rugby player, I could see in his eyes the disappointment every time I showed any sign of tears and I wasn't going to put a downer on his day.

I had dreamed of this day in the last few weeks before the big transition. Some good (I suppose) and some much less reassuring. I wasn't the type to make friends easily, or at least without someone else pushing me to do so, being the shy and socially retarded person I was. The prospect of moving into a new school where everyone else knew each others names, backgrounds, social status' and so fourth was intimidating to me. Back in my old school, the students were much more supportive in my sexuality and from the stories I had read about American high schools I was shit scared basically of making it known that I preferred a meat stick to a vagina. 

Yep, I know, not the best comparison I'd made but hey-

Dad cut off my thought stream laughing, 'Come on son, use your muscles! This needs carrying through to the other room already!' I was surprised and quite embarrassed at how much I was sweating. I didn't know whether it was because the end of August here was extensively hotter than the 2oC we had back in England or I was horrendously out of shape.

I hoped the former.

After straining about every tendon in my body moving in the dining room table, television and the hundreds of boxes of books my mum had stashed in cardboard boxes to be put in the bookcase of dad's study I stood back and observed what I would be calling home from here on in.