Summary: CharlieOC. Alex, a 16-year-old, openly gay survivor, seems to find his new life on the island, away from his boyfriend, stressful. His new life in LA got shot down the minute the plane went in the air. Can Charlie cheer him up? Or will Alex go unnoticed by the group because of his sexuality?
Soul Survivor
Chapter One
Flashbacks
-Flashback-
"We've had it up to here with you!" screamed Alex's father, signalling the top of his forehead
Alex was quite a tall boy. His hair was dark brown hair, like his father, but which came down to just before his eyebrows and the same blue eyes his father had too. He didn't really get much of his mother's looks, but he was still young and handsome all the same.
Alex's father was a tall man. He usually wore a suit, being a top lawyer. He had smooth black hair, which had a parting to one side. His face was smooth and unshaven, he had deep blue eyes and a perfect man's nose. His tie was undone and his hair was messy; it had been a long day at the office.
Alex's mother joined in now "Where have you been? You've been gone since 12pm" she shouted, pointing to the clock; which read 12:02am
She was a small woman, she had blonde hair, wrapped tightly in a bun at the back of her head. She wore a white shirt with a miniskirt. She was a secretary for the same law firm Alex's dad worked for.
"I was out!" protested Alex "Since when wasn't I allowed a social life!"
Alex was sat on a brown leather settee, place neatly in place in a deep red room, with a wide screen TV on the wall, deep red carpet, a bay window looking outside into the ocean, a oak brown coffee table, with two other brown leather chairs facing the settee.
"You are allowed a social life!" shouted his father "But not going out for 12 hours straight! Where have you been?"
"At a friend's house!" replied Alex "I'm 16, nearly 17! Aren't I allowed to stay out longer now!"
"I specifically said 11:30!" shouted his dad, standing over him. Alex could smell tobacco on his breath
"Yeah!" said Alex "I left at 11:30! I didn't know it was gonna take me half-an-hour to walk home, did I?"
"That does it!" said his mother "You're grounded until further notice! We wouldn't have to do these things if you would only listen to us!"
"But instead you choose to ignore us. Like we're scum in your world! But guess what! We're not about to change for you!"
Alex stood up, glared at his parents for a few seconds; tears forming in his eyes, and he ran upstairs ad slammed his bedroom door.
Alex slammed the door and locked it behind him, stood there for a minute or two, then laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
He looked around. He had a pure white bedroom, a light brown wardrobe stood in the corner, with a chest of drawers next to it. He had a desk on the opposite side, and a small balcony door leading outside too. On his desk was a computer and a stack of books for homework from school; he had his exams coming up soon. His bedside table lamps giving soft light to the room
About an hour passed, and Alex still stared at the ceiling. He looked at his bedside table, seeing his clock, which now read 1:14am, he wasn't tired. He got up and got his mobile phone, and walked onto the balcony. The cool nights air felt good on his face. He could see the ocean from his window, and he liked to look at it sometimes, when he felt down or upset.
He flipped open his phone and found the name 'Dan x' and sent a text
He went back to his bed and slept for what seemed an hour, when his mother knocked on the door
"Alex," she said harshly through the door "Get up or you'll be late for school"
He looked at his clock, which said 7:06am. He reluctantly got up, lazily dragging his feet and opened his wardrobe door. He picked out a nice blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans.
Alex packed his books into his bag, and unlocked his door. He picked up his phone from the bed-side table and put it in his pocket
He got downstairs and into the kitchen; his father was at the table, face buried beneath a newspaper, and his mother, cooking bacon and eggs. Alex hated bacon but never really said anything about it.
"Is that you Alex?" asked his father, as he placed his bag on the floor
Alex wanted to reply sarcastically, but thought the better of it "Yeah"
He sat down and poured himself some breakfast. The sun shone through the windows, lightening up the white kitchen; which was spotless, like the rest of the house
Alex never ate his breakfast, as the bus beeped the horn outside
"You'd better get going" said his father, not even looking over his paper
Alex got up and placed his bag over his shoulder "Bye" he said, but no one replied
He ran up to the bus and got on. He sat next to his friend, Sam, who was buried in a Maths book
Sam was another tall kid; about the same size as Alex. He had muddy blonde short hair
"Boy, this is gonna be a crappy day" said Alex, placing his bag on the floor as the bus drove off
"Yeah, it is" said Sam "I never revised for that mock exam today!" he continued, a slight sound of panic in his voice
"When's the exam?" asked Alex, also grabbing his book
"Third period" Sam replied, flicking through the pages "This is no use. I'm not gonna pass Maths anyway, not with that cow Mrs. Flatman teaching us"
"Yeah, but everyone knows you don't need Maths in real life" replied Alex, putting away his book "All you need is multiply, divide, add and minus"
"True" replied Sam, as the bus stopped to pick up the last kids, "What's been happening at home?"
"Had another argument last night" sighed Alex "I got home at 12 O' Clock last night"
"12?" replied Sam "What were you doing!"
"I was at a friend's house," replied Alex, getting a bit agitated "You're just about sounding like my parents"
"Sorry" replied Sam "I've gotta stop doing that"
"Yeah," said Alex "Anyway, they said they're getting fed up of me staying out so late. I'm getting fed up of it now..."
"They're right you know?" said Sam
"What!" replied Alex "Oh for Gods sake... Not you too!"
"They are right, you have to admit... 12 O' Clock on a school night?" said Sam
"Forget I even said it" said Alex, looking away
School was tough, Alex was sure he had failed the Maths exam, because he didn't know half the questions, and just doodled most of the test
He got home at 3:30, knowing his parents weren't going to be home, he reached into his bag to get his key
He was surprised to see the door open and his parents stood there, dragging him in by the scruff of the neck
They took him to the living room; there Alex saw Dan
Dan was his 18-year-old boyfriend. He again was tall, taller than Alex. He was handsome as well, he had blue eyes and had light brown hair and goatee. He wore a white shirt, and blue jeans
"Explain" said his father, pushing him next to Dan
"This is my friend... Dan" said Alex, nervously
"Don't lie to me!" shouted his father
"I'm not!" replied Alex, standing up
His mother pushed him back down "He told us he was your boyfriend"
Alex stared at Dan for a moment, utter hatred in his eyes, but he lost it all as he stared, falling in love again
"Enough is enough!" shouted his father "Get out of my house, Dan! And don't you ever touch my son again ors I will call the cops on your ass!"
Alex mouthed 'sorry' to Dan as he was forced out of the house. The door slammed shut
"We're moving!" shouted his mother "And you can blame yourself for this!"
Most of the boxes were packed by the next morning. Alex wasn't allowed to go to school, in case he met up with Dan
"Where are we moving to?" asked Alex
"Los Angeles" said his father, packing more boxes, but not looking at Alex
"LA!" shouted Alex "I'll never see Dan again!"
"That's the point" said his mother, placing more boxes in the kitchen
"I hate you!" shouted Alex, and he ran to his room
Boxes piled around his room, only his bed was left. His computer, wardrobe, bed-side tables were all gone
"Alex" shouted his father "Get down here! NOW!"
Alex stormed down the stairs, everything was packed
"We're leaving" he said
"When?" asked Alex
"Now!" his father replied, throwing a jacket to Alex
(A/N: Sorry about the long chappie. The second part of flashback will be up soon! If you see any spelling mistakes, blame WordPad )
