This is an ItaDei i randomly wrote.
if i get good reviews, ill continue this...
There was a loud bang that filled the air, almost shaking the frame of the house.
The sound of heavy boots on the hardwood floor soon followed, then there was a brief silence.
Two voices could be heard. One gruff and angry, the other soft, and worried.
"I told him not once, but twenty times!!"
"please dear….relax"
"I WILL NOT RELAX! He better have a damn good reason or I swear, that boy is gonna have some deep regrets!"
"honey!"
a soft sigh filled the now silent air.
Joy. Father was home.
My eyes slid closed, and I let my head fall back, gently hitting the wall.
I hate him. he's so annoying.
Why do I even bother staying here? oh right…mother….
"where the hell is he?!"
"he's in his room, doing his school work. Hunny leave him alone!"
"no! this matter needs to be dealt with!"
"dear!"
this matter? Great. Now it was a matter?
Hmm…though I do wonder what he's talking about….what could I have done this time to piss him off? Get a B?
God now I think I hate him more.
Every time I think about him, I feel a meter more of hate.
Heavy boots echoed as they headed up the wooden stair case.
The first door is my little brothers, then mine, then the restroom, then my parents.
I wonder where he's going…..
They're closer. They passed my brothers…no doubt he's probably leaning out his door, staring.
They stopped.
Fuck.
The handle jingles, before its turned to open the large slab of wood.
God I hate that damn handle.
I hate a lot of things don't I?
A list starts to form in my head, but doesn't stay, for the door flew open, making a loud crack as it hit my pure white wall.
I don't really feel the need to hang up anything, or paint….
My eyes crack open a bit, then slowly slid open, gazing over at the tall built man in my doorway.
His dim black eyes are glaring at me, anger painting his face.
"you little punk. How many fucking times have I told you?!"
told me what you fat lard?
I slowly lift my back from the wall, and stand up from my bed.
"hn?"
"why you little….answer me!"
"……answer what? You didn't give me anything to answer"
he froze, staring for a moment.
Huh, guess I have to make a correction.
Fat moronic lard. My bad.
The man lets out a loud growl.
Damn beast.
He takes a deep breath, and sighs.
"one of my fellow officers at work informed me that he saw you, and that damn blonde hanging out around after your schooling was done. now, have I not told you over and over I don't want you hanging with that damn blonde brat?"
My eyes blink slowly, staring at him.
I didn't think he was capable of forming such large sentences.
I should give him a bone….
"he has a name"
"I don't fucking care what his name is!! He's nothing more then a dirty street rat!"
'he's my friend"
"he's trash! If you keep hanging around him, soon he'll make into a dirty scum bag like him!"
I sent the man a glare.
Fucking bastered.
Can even say his name? pft, you don't deserve to…you don't deserve to say my name….nor call anyone dirt you old stupid hypocrite…
"are you even listening to me?!"
"…no"
I watch as he steps forward and grips the color of my shirt, lifting my slightly
"you little…"
"…nii-san?"
my father freezes and lets go of my collar, causing me to fall onto my bed.
Bastered.
Ignoring his existence, I look past him to my door.
My eyes widen a fraction when I see the small form of my brother.
The boy's black eyes stare at my father, then me.
He walks over and strait towards me, and holds out his hand.
I take it, and he pulls me up, and starts to pull me.
"I need you to check my work"
I nod and let the child lead me from the room and into his.
"….thanks"
he says nothing and takes a seat at his desk.
I take a seat in his reading chair.
I knew he didn't need help.
Plus, I doubt he'd ask for it even if he did. Stubborn brat.
"…nii-san…"
I cast a glance over at him.
He was staring down at his paper.
"your playing a dangerous game…"
I stare at the boy.
For a twelve, he was damn smart. Heh, must take after me.
Not our dumbass father clearly.
"I don't care"
he gives a shrug, never looking up.
"why are you doing all this? For some kid?....he DOES live on the streets"
"no…he lives with some friends"
"…you mean that really tall guy?"
I nod, and I guess he must have known I did, for he gave a sigh, and placed his pencil down, and spun the chair to look at me.
"nii-san your gonna get in big trouble I just know it!"
I just shrug.
"then I deal with it when the time comes"
I stand and walk over, and ruffle the boys hair.
"but nii-san!"
I look at him, and the corner of my lips curve to the faintest of smiles.
"don't worry. Im not doing anything BAD, im just living my life that way I want to"
"NO! your living your life the way HE does!"
"…that's what I want. Im sick of this richy rich, cushy life style. I want to have some fun…some thrill. He gives me that"
"…among other things"
I stare at him, my eyes wide a bit.
He looks up at me, with a frown.
"oh come on nii-san! I know your into guys! And I KNOW your into him!"
I blink, then chuckle.
"smart"
"whatever"
he turned around and starts to work on his homework.
As I leave, I stop in the doorway.
"and little brother? Don't think I haven't noticed your little hugs and….'closeness' with that little blonde of YOURS"
there's a crack behind me, and I couldn't help but smirk.
I didn't need to turn to know my brother was red, and had broke the pencil in his hand.
I walk back down the hall to my room, and silently walk in.
Before I even close the door I know somethings wrong.
The rooms cold. My window was closed….
I let my eyes drift to the window, and I almost let out a gasp.
Someone's sitting in my window.
Well…not anyone,…but him.
I let my eyes travel the boys body, taking in his details.
The sun kissed tan, thin, curvy figure, long rippling blonde hair.
As my gaze reached his face, my black eyes met his dazzling blue ones
I still cant find a shade of blue that fits those eyes.
God he was gorgeous.
He slid off the window sill and started to walk towards me.
My eyes locked on the tight jeans that clung to his body like a second skin, though they did have several rips around the knees.
I look up, just in time to see that smirk.
Playful, yet deadly.
His slender hands reach up and gently brush some hair out of my face.
Before I can say anything, he leans forward, and gently presses his lips to mine.
God his lips were so damn soft.
I wrap my arms around his slim waist, pulling the thin body against my rather built one.
He tilts his head, and starts to move his lips against mine, and I allow my body to do the same.
I shudder when his fingers slid to the back of my head, freeing my hair from its pony.
My hands slid down to his hips, then slid up, pushing up his loose blue and white tie die tank. I let my fingers run along his smooth skin..
His lips part, and I slowly slid my tongue into the boys mouth, ravishing his taste.
God he taste good. He always did. Like sugar and nicotine.
An odd combo, but a yummy one.
Though his taste wasn't the only thing that had my sense's going crazy.
His scent, it was intoxicating.
A mixture of weed, and rich flowers, lavender I think…
The kiss is broken, and both us take in much needed air.
Our eyes lock, and I melt at the site of those eyes.
"hey"
"…hi"
he chuckled and gives me a peck.
"lets go"
"…where??"
"anywhere"
he turns and walks to the window, motioning outside.
"lets go play yeah….i have my bike…."
I nod and walk over to the boy.
"my father's friend saw us…."
"so? Screw them all yeah…lets go!"
I stare at him, and nod.
He chuckles and looks at the sky which is turning from dim blue, to black, making it a deep navy blue.
"nights coming….lets go out.."
"out?"
"to the world….lets go!"
"and do what?"
"why live of course yeah!"
I stare, and smile.
"of course"
he gives me a quick kiss with those damn lips and winks.
"yeah"
our hands part as he climbs from my window to the small tree, and I take his hand, climbing out as well.
Fuck that old lard, im going out.
And living.
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