Ella Enchanted: Lucinda's Revenge [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

Lucinda's POV

I sigh as I watch Ella's grandson, Max, in the crystal ball. Even though Ella got the death she deserved, she never knew I still wanted revenge. Merely killing her was not enough; I had to do something that would be remembered forever, by all the generations to come! I figured it would be best to create a more powerful curse that could not be broken again, so I watched miserably as Ella's children and grandchildren were born and grew up; meanwhile, I was waiting for the perfect time to cast my curse upon the perfect victim.

I had spotted him a while ago and known he was the one for a while now. I just needed the perfect time and place to cast it upon him; his parents seemed to never let him out of their sight. They are naturally overprotective, for I believe they know I am still here, though perhaps they do not know the terrible deed I plan to carry out soon.

Watching his handsome face in the crystal ball makes me even more eager to just get it over with and set the curse upon him now, at this very instant, but I know I cannot. Not quite yet. I sense the time is very near, though, so I start to mentally prepare myself. Casting such a powerful spell should make any witch, especially a fairy like me, weak for a very long time afterward. I know the weakness and pain will be almost unbearable, but it will be worth it when I ruin his life forever. Then they will see that I am the one who is in charge after all. Just when they thought things were looking up, ha ha. Too late. Max's perfect life is going to take a very bad turn for the worse, very soon.

Max's POV

"Pleeaase Maxy? Just this once? For me?"

I sigh and roll my eyes as I once again listen to the begs of my best friend Greg's 10-year old sister, Taylor. I am waiting for Greg to get out of the bathroom so we can go to my place, but he's taking forever! It doesn't help that every time  I come over, his little sister Taylor begs for me to kiss her.

"Taylor, how many times do I have to tell you?! I. am. gay. I'm not interested in girls. Especially girls that are 7 years younger than me."

She just jumps on my lap and starts humping my leg. I resist the temptation to throw her off or punch her in the face. Last time this happened I did exactly that, and guess what? It wasn't smart. She ended up tattling to her mommy and of course I wasn't allowed over for 2 weeks. Greg tried to explain, but his parents just can't see that their perfect little daughter is turning into some kind of perverted mess. Greg and I always 'joke' about how she is gonna be a prostitute. Except we aren't really joking.

"Taylor. Get off my leg." I say as calmly as I can. But she knows how easily she can get me in trouble.

Suddenly she starts moaning as if she's about to cum, and now I have really had enough. This isn't right! Hell, she's freaking 10! I want to scream. If Greg's parents were to come home right now and see this, they would probably accuse me of raping her. I really want to push her off, but I know if I lay a finger on her I will be in biiiiig trouble.

"Oh Maxy!" She moans.

"GET OFF ME!" I scream.

Just in time, I hear the bathroom door open and Greg steps out, saving me.

"TAYLOR! God damn it, not again! Get the fuck off Max! God, you freaking slut!"

Taylor sighs and gets off my leg. "Max, you're so hot. Thanks for letting me hump you. Let's do it again some time, babe."

I stand up, wiping off my pants and desperately hoping she didn't really cum on me.

"I'm really sorry man." Greg says, looking angry. "God, why do I have a slutty whore like her for a sister? She's fucking ten! She shouldn't know about this stuff!"

"It's okay man. Let's just get going." I'm used to being used by Taylor like this. Yep, used by a 10-year old. You heard right. The worst part is that she does it in front of her parents, and they don't even give a shit. They just marvel over how their cute little girl is growing up.

I grab my car keys out of my pocket and get in the car, Greg riding shotgun.

"You know," says Greg, "if you just got a boyfriend already, she would just stop."

"Greg, how many times do I have to tell you, 1. I haven't had a boyfriend in a year, 2. That's because the last two cheated on me, 3. I'm not sure I'm ready for another relationship yet, and 4. Taylor probably wouldn't stop even if I did get a boyfriend and you know it!"

"Aww, come on Max, you know you've had you're eye on that kid Avery."

That is true, though I don't want to admit it. I've actually liked Avery ever since I broke up with my old boyfriend a year ago. He and I talk every once in a while in school, but other than that he doesn't know me very well.

And besides, I haven't really come out very publicly yet. So far only to my family and close friends. Luckily, my family mostly accepted me, though my dad just doesn't really like to talk about it. I guess I just got pretty lucky. I've heard all of those really horrible coming out stories that resulted in being kicked out of the house, cutting, eating disorders, and in the worst cases, even suicide. Like I said, I got lucky. My coming out was pretty easy, though I haven't come out to people in school yet.

I mean, I think a lot of people at school probably guessed that I'm gay, but obviously not everyone knows because I never get teased or anything. So most likely Avery doesn't even know I'm gay. Hell, I don't even know if he is gay! For all I know, he's probably straight! He has a girlfriend after all, I remember sadly. I have no chance with him.

As we pull into my driveway, I notice there is a strange feeling near my house. Almost as if we have walked under a veil of danger that surrounds my house. I feel it wash over me as I open the front door, but I forget all of those feelings when I see her on our couch.