Boyxboy

Chapter 1:

"You have no right!, Get out!" I yelled. "No! You have no right! That's a mother fucking boy out there! You are not going to fool around with a fucking boy, because you "love" him." My mom screamed at me, but it only made my rage grow. "I can be who ever I want to be! You are not me, so fuck off!" I screamed, stomping around the room. "Go away!" My mother ran down the hallway, screaming to herself.

I opened the window, and slid myself down the side of the house, before my mom came back. I ran down the street to Ryan's house. I pictured his face pressed against my lips, his body, rubbing against mine. I loved him. No one was going to change that.

The cold rain, dropped on to my hoody, and to the ground, which I stepped on. And then I reached the presence of his house. I quickly stripped of my jacket and threw it to the ground. "Ry!" I yelled. He opened the window, and smiled his boyish smile. I climbed up the tree he had, just beside his house, that lead to the window of his bedroom, while staring at him. My mother had filled me with much rage, I needed to let it out.

"My mom found out about us. She says that she doesn't want to be around when I get some sex disease." "Well, my mom is still ... Innocent." He said awkwardly. His voice, it was so soothing, it turned me on. I grabbed his hips and drew in closer. He pushes me away. "Jake, why do you love me?" He asked. "Why? Why wouldn't any one, you are perfect, my perfect angel, and I love you for every word that comes from your beautiful mouth." I said. Again trying to get closer. "It's just sometimes, I feel like you are in it just for the sex. Like I'm your sex toy." Ryan looked at the ground. I wasn't a tease. I truly loved him. "If you truly believe that, then you must not truly love me, because being true is what a relationship is. I should have known, every one in my life has betrayed me in some way. I told you my life, my story, I should have known this would happen sooner or later." My heart broke. Ryan was the one person, the one friend, that I couldn't wait to talk to, the one love that I lOVED! He was the only one who didn't call me an emo queer. A weirdo. A freak. Stupid. Retarded. Bipolar. Or ask me the question, what's wrong with you?

What was up with this doubting crap? Ryan was there for me always but, I guess he was just a fake, like every one else.

(Please read chapter 2... As soon as I write it...)