Punklock Stories

Greg is doing what he's always wanted to do but that always comes with a price. What will he sacrifice to have his dreams come true?

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Both new students, John and Sherlock have polar opposite personalities and they clash wildly. But when they discover that they both get bullied by the same group there is no option other than to team up, forming a new friendship filled with secret missions, ambush plans, and plentiful inside jokes. Their senior year passes by fast and as the Prom comes closer and other students become meaner, both boys realize that adulthood is coming faster than either of them expected. Together they make a decision that could turn their lives around. but will it be too rash, or will it turn into something more?

Senior year was coming to a close and these four years had gone to fast for John, he had everything he wanted popularity, girls, the good grades and a top school that wanted him but something seemed to be off. putting on his helmet for the last rugby game of the season he rushed down the hall and straight into Sherlock, the schools title Freak, John never liked how they treated him but he couldn't stop it with out being yelled at himself. "Move Loser" john didn't know why he acted like that it just came with the roll of being popular. Sherlock zipped up his leather jacket and took a drag from his cigarette.and flick fit after the fading John, It wasn't the first time they met but why should He expect John to remember they were young. the bump in the hall before the game was the closet he came to talking to him since they were little. now the game was over but the field wasn't empty just yet, John was sitting on the bench, while one boy came up behind him another seemed to be... no.. NO! they were hitting him. Why did this have to go and happen why?! Even if he was a bit of a cock now he couldn't leave him to bleed out a die, could he? He considered walking away. why should he care when they all treated him so poorly, but then again this was John. He pictured the little John he knew, all muddy and laughing and he knew he couldn't leave him. ............... This was bad very bad, Sherlock wasn't good company to have. he wasn't the kinda of person anyone wanted around. he always felt that way. He had to stay far away from john. sentiment was a chemical found in the losing side and Sherlock was indeed losing. Sherlock was danger and it gave john a rush, he couldn't help but be drawn to him, he'd leave practice early to go see me. he couldn't stay away. And Sherlock couldn't help but fight for him. Sherlocks life was intertwined with johns for good. but this relationship was Toxic and it was going to kill one of them... both of them knew it.

"John, I want you to know I'm in love with you." I whispered into his ear as we got to his door. John grinned and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. "I love you more than music. Music saved my life, but you make life worth living."

"I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "Hospice?" "Because he's following the path of death and he's better off dead anyway"