Reality at it's Finest

Prologue: Why did he have to be ugly?

Wow, so beautiful. Giovanni thought to himself as he looked to the blue sky poking the clouds in it's bluish tinted sky. He stretched his hand up wondering how far he was from touching one of those clouds. Wondering if he really could touch the clouds...even though he wasn't that tall yet.

"If only I was a star, I could be with all of you up there," moving his arms in a wavy fashion like he was flying. "I could fly through you and see the world for real, not be stuck here in this hick town, waiting for a come up." He sighed a long sigh and closed his eyes when he heard a crack in the distance. A tree branch had broke under someone's foot and Giovanni sat up instantly to scan his surroundings. He heard another crack and then summoned up his best intimidation voice.

"Who's there?!" Giovanni shouted out into the tree line, slightly fearful of who or what might have made that noise. He didn't realize how long he had been out there, in his seclusion, the sun setting along the horizon making the sky a purple fading into a fiery orange. He liked to skip school at times and go to his hideaway between the trees, where it would be a circle of green plush grass engulfed by dark green canvasses. No one had ever stumbled upon it, no one until now that is.

"I said who goes there, show your face unless you are afraid," Giovanni teased his hidden enemy, leaving only the wind's howl to sound back. Then out walked a pale boy around the same age as him, with a light blue button up shirt, khaki shorts, and black loafers. His face reminded Giovanni of a rabbit, teeth and all, which was rather odd and his hair was of a reddish brown tint in a messy bun. He pretty much reminded him of a red bunny rabbit with piercing dark eyes. Giovanni looked at the boy and said out loud, on accident, "Man...you are quite the ugly one aren't you?" Giovanni started laughing hard, so hard that his stomach hurt to the point where he was holding his stomach, and was kicking his feet to the point where he didn't even realize that the boy was standing right above him.

The boy squatted down with his arms on his knees, looking Giovanni in his eyes with a grimace. Giovanni seemed quite taken aback by the boy's brash presence and decided to try to get up quick but the boy was quicker. He pushed Gio back down and preceded to pull him up by his shirt to his face until their noses were almost touching. The boy's pale lips quivered and then spoke slowly, rounding Gio's face, whispering in his ear, "We have the same face, asshole." Then the boy dropped Gio on his back and got up to exit.

However, Gio, after being inherently insulted, jumped up and ran after the boy. "Hey, where do you think you're going after just insulting me?" Gio charged angrily at the boy and then something...crazier happened. The boy side swiped Gio and made him fall flat on his back so fast that Gio was clutching his body in pain, slowly turning side to side to make the pain go away.
The boy came to Gio's side, yet again, and spoke with a deep voice, almost a growl, "Don't you ever come at me like that EVER again, or you WILL regret it," the boy started walking, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a long drag, he let the plumes of smoke escape his lips and then turned sideways towards Gio, still on the ground. "And my name is Maxwell, not hey," he turned around and smiled a devilish grin, "Nice to meet you neighbor." He smirks slowly and takes off in the direction of a cul-de-sac of houses with one house having a moving truck in front of it. The house right next to Gio's. Gio got up slowly looking right at the boy as he jogged back to his own house, looking quite astonished. He got up and dusted himself off with a few pats to his black jeans and his white shirt. Then leaned on a tree and looked to the sky again.

Well....Fuck, Gio realized about that odd-looking fellow, "Why did he have to be ugly, you could of at least made him somewhat cute," He spun around and decided to just trot on to his own house to hopefully lift the sores from his body...and his mind with a nice, hot bath.

Still though, he thought to himself while walking, I have never had anyone talk to me, the way that guy did. He touched his shirt where Maxwell had grabbed him and yanked him, and realized he had became hard from the thought of it. "Fuck, now this," he held his backpack over his crotch, hurrying home before anyone could see, or possibly stop him and talk to him. Did I really just get hard from that?

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind and not think of Maxwell but he realized that these thoughts wouldn't go away until he took care of...this. So, being the fifteen-year-old hornball that he was, he ran upstairs, shut his bathroom door, and decided to take care of his needs. His needs to feel the other guy's hands on him? Was that what he wanted? All he knew was how turned on he was...just by that fellow's touch.