Three years ago:
Elton John is playing in the car I've been for the last four hours. My parents are talking about something in the front... or well, more like my other dad, I call him mom, is dancing and singing to Tiny Dancer, and my other dad is trying to make him turn the radio lower, but there's no way the other one would hear him.
I'm Eddie, by the way. I'm adopted by my two dads, Colin and Taron, and right now we're moving to West Hollywood, California. I hope I'd finally get some friends there... but not that it matters anyway. I have my parents, and we have a pug.
I must've fallen asleep, because when I next open my eyes, our car has stopped and my dads are unpacking the car... or well, my mom is petting our pug... There's some guys staring at me. One has spiky hair and ice blue eyes, hOly shit, he's hot, and the other one has curly blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks like he could maybe be my friend. Oh wait, he's walking towards our car, with another dude with caramel brown hair.
'Hello, I'm Andy! Are you our new neighbors?' the curly haired one says.
'Oh, hello there. I'm Colin. Colin Firth.' my dad sticks out his hand for the curly haired dude, or Andy, to shake. 'This is my husband Taron, and here's our son, Eddie.' my dad gestures to us, and my mom waves at him. They walk sway. 'Hello.' I say to Andy and his friend, I suppose, with my glorious Finnish accent. 'Hi. I'm Andy. This is my best friend Cliff.' he pushes the caramel haired guy, Cliff, forwards. 'Oh, right, and that's Ismo and his two brothers there.' Ismo? Wait what, that's a Finnish name. Andy drags us to meet him and I'm pretty sure my face is VERY red at the moment. I stare at those BEAUTIFUL piercing icy eyes and didn't realize Andy already said something. 'Uhhh... what?' I ask. 'I said that Eddie, this is Ismo, Ismo this is Eddie. He's our new neighbor.' Andy stares at us, because I may or may not be blushing like hell. 'Ehm, right. Hello.' I wave at Ismo and he waves back. THATWASSOCUTEOMG— oh shit, this is going to be the worst.
Present:
I wake up to my dog licking my hand.
'Levon, what on Earth are you doing here...' he jumps on my bed, it creaks slightly. 'Well hello sweetheart.' I say to the cheery pug, and he attempts to shower my face with dog kisses, but before he gets to do so, my mom is at the door giggling at us and that startles Levon, our pug. He falls off the bed and my mom and I are already rescuing him from the floor at lightning speed.
LaTeR:
'I'm going out!' I call to my parents and unlock the door. I run to my best friend's, Andy's, house and knock on the door, very loudly. He opens the door for me and we're off to fetch Cliff and Ismo.
We have a 'gang'. We've been best friends for three years now. We do dumb shit, we're rebels, punks, metalheads, rockers. Well, we're musicians. But no one really likes us. Except a few nice guys from our neighborhood, but that's all.
'I'm starving.' I say, after we've walked around Sunset Strip for an hour. We all agree to go get something to eat, and we end up at Ismo's place, because there's no one home. He lives with his two younger brothers, even though he's just seventeen like the rest of us, they got kicked out of their old house... it's a long story.
'Here's... chickeeeeeeeeeen' Ismo chirps from the kitchen. I stare at him dreamily for a bit and then get a brilliant idea. 'Oh we can make toassst.' I say, we're all obviously drunk, and I think that we're most likely going to end up crashing here. 'That's a great idea!' Andy yells, accidentally a bit too loud, which wakes up Cliff who had already fallen asleep on the old sofa in the living room. The oven is a funny thing and none of us knows exactly how to use it, so I end up burning my finger, being so excited about finally getting food, and drunk. 'Ow shit, that's hot.' we all burst out laughing and Cliff falls off the sofa.
We're eating burnt toast on the living room floor, because no one really cared about making a mess. Andy and I get a brilliant idea. 'Oh hell, we could actually burn our symbol to our hands, dudes.' we announce it to Cliff and Ismo. 'Shit, that's cool' Ismo says, mouth full of that burnt toast that tastes like shit, little crumbles falling out of his mouth. No, I'm not disgusted. I've got a huge crush on him. 'Yeah. That'd be really cool.' Cliff nods. We end up doing so, it hurts a fucking lot, and right after that we fall asleep on a pile in Ismo's messy bedroom.
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I'm sorry I made this, we're such idiots :')) But it's fabulous. Your parents are gonna be in the next chapter, just you wait for the magical two Daves.
