Where the Leaves Fell (BxB)

Chapter One

~THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE, THE PLOT IS MINE. I DID NOT STEAL ANYTHING FROM ANYBODY, THIS IS NOT A SPIN OFF OF ANY OTHER STORY. I AM WRITING THIS PURELY FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. Now that we've got that out of the way, enjoy! Leave comments and please, if you do not like LGBT Stories, get out. (: Have a nice read, and remember, Stay Strong. I love you.~  Btw guys, I cuss, so there is bound to be cussing in this story, I'll try not to drop the F Bomb.. too often. xD 
                                                                        

        My mother always told me to pick a book and read it until you're finshed, but that was never who I was. I was always the kid who, in the middle of class, begged the teacher to go to the library just to pick out a book for when I got bored with the one I was currently reading. My father, however, told me to read every book out there, to try everything, to figure out what I liked, and go from there. My bald headed, preachin' 'bout Jesus, always wearin' ties, newspaper readin' father; never once told me that I couldn't read more than one book, because it meant I was open-minded, and he admired that in people. Now, you may have reread the whole "preachin' 'bout Jesus" part, a few times. Correct? Yeah, well, my father is a preacher, and my mother is president of this really important 50-60 year old lady's book club, yeah, apperently they read things like Wuthering Heights and The Catcher in the Rye, nothing of the sort piques my intrest. I'm more of a Les Misérables and 50 Shades of Grey kinda guy. Yup! You guessed it! I'm a guy. And my name is Sterling, Sterling Keane Swenson, to be exact. I am 16, and I go to Harrison High, in Colorado Springs. I'm not your typical 16 year old boy. Surprising, right? You're reading this and thinking, "Oh shit, this is how they all start out." and actually, you're right. Introducing the character of any story usually does start like this. So, I'll start like this. 

I'm gay. I'm really gay. Like, I'm really, really, gay. 

        And, no, before you start going off on me for making fun of the Homosexuals of the world; I AM A GAY BOY! You know, the kind of gay that wears skinny jeans tighter than shit and beanies? Yup, I'm that kind of gay. Stereotypical. Right? Nawhhh, I don't wear beanies. I do, however, wear skinny jeans tighter than my skin. Which, by the way, really restricts movement down there. Anyways, this is a character introduction, lets get going! I guess I already told you like, half my life story in the first paragraph. And you're probably stuck on the whole gay boy thing. No, my father didn't beat me. He, actually, was the only one who didn't get all pissy that I didn't like the V. My mother, went through the whole "Oh, honey, It's just a phase" lecture.. Multiple times. She's also resorted to calling me an "Abomination" and others of the sort. Which, I found rather amusing. There's just, something so amusing, when parents call their own kids, abominations, and shit. Isn't it? I mean, their the ones who raised us! Ahh, anyways, like I said, I'm 16, and I live in Colorado Springs. I skateboard when I'm bored, which is always. I have, uh, brownish hair, and on a good day, my eyes are a very light blue; they can get gray, but don't expect it everytime you see me. I could tell you so many things about me, because, I'm just, well, awesome, but we don't have time for that. I need to tell you something. Very, very important. 

        You can probably guess, that it's not about the latest gossip about some celebrity like, Neil Patrick Harris or Zac Efron, can't you? But rather, presumably, a love story. Yes? I was walking along the somewhat vacant trail of a park I had just recently discovered, and to my surprise, a fragile looking child sat beneath a willow tree, reading a book. And me, being the completely sociable nerd, went over there to spark up a conversation and maybe find out what he (or she) was reading. Let me just tell you right now, this might have been the best possible descision I've ever made(and possibly the best I'll ever make.) His name was Everett Abel Brice, and hot damn did he have the prettiest green eyes. You know when you look at someone and you can just feel the innocence? Oh, hell, this kid was all innocence. His voice was calm, and he spoke softly. We talked about what he was reading, and if I might add, was a Stephen King book, eh, what was it called? Bag of Bones? I'm pretty sure that's what Everett said, I'm deaf in one ear and he talks softer than the hush of the wind. His hair was a cute color of blonde, with chocolate brown highlights, and frick he was cute as hell. I wanted to pet his face, but I figured that'd be creepy, so I just stuck with the questions. 

"How old are you Everett?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

He slowly closed the book he was previously reading(just before I had rudely interrupted him) and looked me deep in the eyes, as if he was searching for lost treasure. Finally, he sighed and responded with quite the attitude. 

"I am 16 and a half, thank you. And you?" 

We stared at eachother. 

"Well, Sass-Master Everett, I'm just 6 months younger than yourself." I flashed my "killer" smile and waited for Mr. Lets-Be-Rude-To-Complete-Strangers to fold his hands in his lap and blush. Guess what didn't happen? I'll just take it that I caught him on a bad day. He shook his head microscopically, signaling that he was done speaking with this stranger. So, with that, I made one last remark, handed him my cell number, and trudged away. Was I expecting to get a text from him today? Nope, Tomorrow? Nah. I figure it'll take him about a week before he decides to hit me up. And I really don't mind that. And although it's the middle of September, It's as cold as my mothers heart out here, and I have to sprint home just to keep from getting Hypothermia and dying. 

        My mother was sitting on the couch, reading one of her lame-o books, when she looked up at me and asked in an unmannerly tone of voice. 

"Sir, where have you been?" 

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Oh, mother. When will you understand that, since you do not support me in my journey of life, I will not listen to you. Alright? I'd really hate to have to say it again. Did you hear me mot-" She cut me off midsentence, even more unmannerly. 

"Sterling Keane!" Mother's voice boomed a manly boom and I smiled. 

"Elizabeth Dawn!" She glared at me, and if looks could kill, I'd be 6ft deep. This is how our conversations started, and ended. Now, I'm sorry but I practically live by the term "Give Respect, Get Respect." and ever since I told le 'rents about my gayness, she's not paid me a lick of respect. My father however, is the preacher, and he supports me more than the non-preacher. Does that make sense to you? No, I really didn't think so. But yeah, I skip to my bedroom, slam the door and flop down on my bed. Did I have Homework? Whatever, I pick up my phone and play some Ed Sheeran. Alright, I must get off subject for a moment. Do you ever just hear a song, and get lost in it? Every, Single, Song, of his. I die when he comes on the radio. There's just this invisible magnet between his music and my heart strings, and every damn time one of his songs play, I get the ultimate feels. You feel me bro? It's bad, really. Back on subject, the song "Autumn Leaves" comes on, and before I know it, I'm asleep. 

        Let me take this time to tell you why I'm telling you this story, right now. There's always a story to tell, everyone has a story, and I believe that everyone deserves to tell their story. And, well, lets be honest, some people don't get the chance to tell their story. Doesn't that just piss you off? That we lose the people we love the most in the middle of a sentence, that they lose theirselves in the middle of a sentence, so early in a sentence that, we barely know what their favorite color is? I need to tell this story, I need to tell his story, people need to know why I fell in love with Everett Abel Brice, so damn quickly, and people need to know why I lost my mind, after he was gone.

~Like I said guys, Please enjoy, And absolutely NO hate, I will NOT tolerate it! Stay Strong, I love you~