A Cinderfella Story (BoyxBoy)

~Chapter 1~

"I love you," Jack Lyons whispers softly in my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to ripple down my body.

Please don't let me be dreaming! Please don't let me be dreaming! The hottest guy in school, quarterback of the football team just said "I love you" to ME. ME! I've been in love with this man since I was 13. Omigod someone pinch me! NO I WAS KIDDING! DON'T PINCH ME! What if this really is a dream? I don't want to wake up. #BestDreamEver.

I look into his glistening sea green eyes, looking to see if he meant it. HE DID!

*insert girlish squeal here*

Okay, Nathan, pull yourself together. I bet I have a big ass grin on my face right now. I quickly straighten my mouth out just to be sure. Wait, why is he staring at me? Doesn't he know its ru-- OMIGOD HE'S WAITING FOR A RESPONSE! Say something, hurry!

"I-I love you too, Jack," I stutter from nervousness, but as calmly and smoothly as I can. As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel his soft lips come softly down on mine and I close my eyes. What? Don't judge me! Everyone in the movies does it! I think it adds sensuality or something...

After a moment he pulls back and says, "Nathan..."

"Hmm?" I respond, slowly opening my eyes from our kiss.

"Nathan... Nathan.... Nathan," he continues, his voice getting shriekier and shriekier by the minute.

"WHAT!?" I shout back.

I feel something smack my cheek and shoot up, sitting up in my bed and see my... Erm, "Step-mother", Nancy Figgins, glaring down at me. Hehe, Figgins...

"Don't you ever use that tone with me, you ungrateful faggot," she shoots at me, full of venom and.. *sniff*sniff* alcohol.

You'd think I'd be hurt by that, the name calling, and abuse, but I'm not. After 5 years of it, you get used to it... Sorta.

"What time is it?" I mumble, still waking up. The sky's still dark and the moons still high in the sky. I rub my stinging cheek and look at my clock. "HOLY BALLS! Why'd you wake me up at 3AM?!" I manage to mumble "crazy bitch" under my breath without her hearing.

"Because," she slurs, "there are things to be done, dumbass,".

"... At 3AM?.... Riiiiiiiiggghhhhtt... Well I'm going back to sleep." I begin to get comfy and snuggle up in my warm, fluffy covers.

Suddenly, I'm on the cold wooden floor after being pushed out of bed.

"YOU WILL FOLLOW WHAT I SAY OR ELSE YOU'LL BE OUT ON THE STREETS!" She yells at me. She drops a piece of paper rolled up on my face, most likely my chores she wants me to do and stumbles out of the room, murmuring about how she hates putting up with me.

I lift myself up and sigh, remembering the dream. How real it felt and how much I wanted to just get out of this never ending nightmare. But that's only just a dream. And it'll always just be a dream.

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