1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Stars (72)

Word count:3729

guys you remember like a three months ago I mean you probably don't but yeah I cried for like a week about having a lot of stuff thrown out. Well I'm rewriting two of the stories. That I lost. I wrote these when I was 12 and they are actually the FIRST boyxboy stories I wrote. These stories really meant a lot to me so I hope you like them. PS I mean i'm totally gonna smut this up because I'm older, so if you read something that's well you know don't think? What is this twelve year old writing)

How did I get here? I ask myself laying on the cold pavement in a neighborhood I don't know.

My mind runs through the night.

It started at a club and long legs. Shots and more shots then being asked was I the famous actor/ musician Ace and me stupidly answering yes and being kicked on my ass for only being nineteen.

That lead to stumbling my way down random blocks and realizing just how soft this grass looked and missing it completely.

When the door opens I turn to the door to see a blurred figure and with that I finally pass out.

*

I wake up in a soft bed in a room with ugly wall paper. I instantly check my legs seeing if I was in a misery try situation. But luckily I have mostly all body function even with the splitting headache that came with a hang over.

I wonder what teen fan had scooped me up and was no tweeting about how a passed out superstar was in her bed. And when the door opens I'm sure I'll be hounded with teen girls only there's just one guy and a good looking guy to boot.

He had the most golden hair I had ever seen and a extremely tall, fit, build.

"If your up get out." He says flatly and the memories come flooding in. I couldn't go back home to my parents. To people who treated my like a show dog. A prized cow to milk for success.

I just wanted to be one of those delinquents teen stars that got addicted to crack and never seen again. Was that too much to ask for?

"I don't want to go." I say flatly and he only sighs.

"Fine then clean up, I'm going to work." He says flatly.

"What?" I ask and he grabs a jacket.

"Clean? Do you know how or are you only good at lip singing and getting drunk?" He says meanly?

"I can clean I;"

"Good try to have this place cleaned by six." He says before shutting the door.

Who the hell does the overly populated gym teacher think he is? Say trying to get out of bed but apparently I had less motor function then I though because the moment I try to take a step I go down like a pile of overweight bricks.

I hit the floor and groan managing to knock a collection of paint onto myself.

"What the hell?" He says coming back.

"I'm fine." I tell him and he frowns.

"Who cares about you, my paint!" He yells and I frown.

"I'll buy you more paint." I say trying my best to sit up.

He sighs helping me up and for the first time I look into those blue eyes.

Well. I'm a lot gayer than I thought. Because I instantly kiss him.

He seems shocked by this but kisses me back. Holding the back of my neck.

His lips were soft, his mouth was warm and he kiss wasn't a 'let's fuck' kiss but comforting.