First sight- by rozaflame

rated-M for content and languadge.

A/N-this is purely fiction, events may or may not have happend.

DISCLAMER: I own nothing.

ps. This entier story is in Tommy's point of view, and I mean no offence to any religon or person, or thing in my story.

Chapter 1 the fucking move

I fucking hate my life, why? I'll tell you why. My family is a bunch of self-obsorbed compassionless christen monsters, that's why. And, I hate them twice as much now because their so fucking selfish as to force me to move with them to San Deigo. Leving my friends and my band behind.

And it's all because my dad got relocated. He's a preacher. A fucking preacher. What I don't get is why I have to come with. I'm 17 and more than capable of taking cair of myself.

"TOMAS" My mothers screaching at the top of her lungs again. God what is it now.

I take out my earphones annoid and still pissed at them. "WHAT?"

"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man." Yeah, yeah, yeah, what do you fucking want. If only I could say that.

"We are stoping, do you need to go to the bathroom?" I think a moment.

"No, but I need something to drink or I'll die of dehidration."

I get out and streach. Short or not, I hate being in craped spaces, and my legs hurt from being sqwished. After making sure I didn't break any bones from sitting in the car, I look around.

I walk into the gastation store and go to the drinks. Mmmm coke, that's what I need right now. I would prefer alcahal, but my parents would kill me. I grab a coke, a few packs of gum, and pack of cigerats. Man my parents would filip if they saw me with them, and walk up to the cashire.

"Is that all, she asks with a smile. She has a pritty smile.

"Yes, thank you." i put the cigerats in my back pocket and walk to the car.

I sit down getting back in the cramped piece of hell and pop open my soda. One sip and I'm in hevan, at least untill my mom comes in.

"Tomas, what are you drinking?" She's stairing at the drink in my hand.

"Uhh, coke" can you not fucking read?

"Where did you get it?" she looks like she's about to take it out of my hands and dump it on the pavement.

Oh fuck no, she ain't getting my drink. "I bought it, and I am drinking it." I tell her firmly. You ain't gonna win this time bitch.

She frowns but drops the subject. Score! I smile and put my earphines back in and lissen to Nine Inch Nails. I pop in some gum and loose myself in the music. At least untill my annoing little sister has to do what she dose best, Annoy me.

"Tommy, Tommy, TOMMY!" for god's sakes alright already.

"What?"

"Hi" I roll my eyes and focus on the music.

"Hay,Tommy. Tommy!"

I sigh "Yes?"

"Whatcha lissin to?" My mom wips around.

"Young lady! That is not how you speek. It is what are you lissing to. I will not have you useing slang like your brother!" My sister pouts.

"How come he can do it but I can't?" she wines. God she's sutch a baby sometimes.

"He dose it because he has no respect! And he's an adult, well almost adult"

I smile. Score again! My point has been made. Nice. I go back to lissing to my music.

Around lunchtime we arive at the house. It's boring. All white. It is bigger than our old one though. My sister stops pouting and jumps out of the car. I sigh.

"Tommy, come help me with these boxes." god dose no one know how to say a fucking please in this god damn house but me?

"Sure" I bring in my boxes and my sisters.

when I'm done my father looks at me amazed. I may be short and small, but I'm strong and sturdy. He of all people should know that well enough, considering all the fights I get into. I smile to myself and escape to my new room.

It despretly needs a paint job. White, white, and more white. I go downstaires and hunt through the boxes untill I find a can of black paint. I go back up to my room, move everything into the hall and start painting. I'm on my last stroke when my parents walk up.

"TOMMY JOE RATLIFF, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" I hear them shout. Damn it.

"My room needed a paint job." They walk in and see the black walls. My mom almost faints.

My dad just stands there, then grabs my mom and walks away. I admire his restraint. I paint my door then dump the now empty paint can in the garbage.

Latter my mom calls me down, waking me from a nap. And if you know me, I was grouchy as hell. Natraly.

I make my way down the stairs muttering a string of curses. When I reach the landing I hear my mom gasp.

"Tommy, are you ok?"

I look up. I can tell my hair is a mess and there are bags under my eyes. My gray te-shirt is wrinkled, and I'm sqwinting agenst the light. I can see there's four people in the doorway. A red haired woman, brown haired man, a red haired teenager about my age and a brown haired little boy who looks to be about my little sister's adge.

"I'm fine, who the fuck are they." my words are slerred.

I streach out like a cat, hay, my friends don't call me kitty for the hell of it, and yawn. Knowing i probly look like a mess dose not put me in a good mood, and hell i'm never in a god mood when i first wake up.

"Tommy, did you get in the wine celler again?" I blink.

"No" my voice is stable. "But I did just wake up from a verry plesent nap" I glaire daggers at my mom.

"Well, these are the lambert's, there our next door nabers." she blows me off.

I look at them then couch it saying nothing. Puting my feet up on the table, I turn on the T.V. the couch sags as someone sits next to me. I involinterly look up into deep electruc blue eyes. The red head teen is sitting next to me.

"Hi, I'm adam." He smiles at me his hand outstreached tword me. I glaire daggers at his hand, contempting to bite it if he dosen't get it away from me. Yeah I have issues with being touched. So what. He pulls his hand back.

"Tommy" I mutter looking at the T.V. He smiles and laughs a bit.

"You look tierd." He notes. I give him a 'no duh' look.

"Tommy, go show them your room." My mother commands. Again no fucking please?

I smirk. "Ok" and push myself up off the couch watching as adam gracefully stands and follows me. I bound up the staires and launch myself onto my bed. Both boys come up the stairs and stop. Looking at me, then my stuff, then the black door, then back to me.

"I just painted my room, so I'm staying out here, the hallway is my room." I explaine. The boys nod.

Adam laughs. "How do you get dressed?"

he amuses me. I point to the open bathroom door. "Bathroom" he laughs again.

Interesting boy this adam. The younger one, Neil I believe, is looking at my instroments.

Adam notices too.

"You play guitar?" I nod.

"Guitar, keyboard and bass." he seams impressed.

Neil walks over to my keyboard. "I wanna learn how to play."

I laugh. He's childish, but It's kinda cute.

"Maybe I'll teach you sometime."

His eyes go wide, "Realy? realy, realy, realy?"

He's all exited. So cute.

"Yeah." he smiles ear to ear and races down the staires to tell his parents. Adam looks at me.

His eyes are so fucking blue. Like the ocean, seams like you fall right into them. He leans forward his lips so close to mine I can feal his breath.

"You seem interesting, I may just have to come by when your actualy in your room." his voice is low. It turns me on. Oh, did I mention I was STRAIT. What. The. Fuck.

Why am I getting turned on, by a guy no less. And why the fuck is my hart pounding in my head like crazy. What dose it mean that his lips so pink, and soft looking, are bear inches away and I want to close that distance. I must be looseing my mind. I. Am. Not. Gay.

He smirks (I hate that smirk) and turns. "I'll see you later, sometime"

He leaves me on my bed going absolutly crazy. I think my hart, and possably my sexuality, might be in danger here. FUCK. I hate my life.