Disclaimer-I do not own Twilight

Hi everyone! So, like with my other story, this idea just came out of nowhere one day, and I just recently started writing it down. I come up with so many story ideas, I just couldn't wait until my first one was done before I published this one. So, a few things you need to know about this story:

This is a slash (Boy/Boy) story, so if that goes against whatever it is you believe in, or it's just not your thing, then you should probably stop reading now.

The story takes place during Eclipse, so although it mostly revolves around the wolf pack, the Cullens and Bella will make appearances.

Jacob will be OOC in this. He's an egotistical, controlling, homophobic asshole, but, there will be little peeks of the Jake we all know and love. Also, Jake has already taken over the alpha position from Sam, and he appointed Leah as his beta.

So, since that's out of the way, let's start with the story.

~~~~~X~~~~~

Mickey P.O.V.

I winced, as the rough material of the towel made contact with the bloody wound on the right side of my forehead. "Who did it?" I ignored him, and started counting the drops of blood the fell from my nose, and landed in a small puddle on the ugly green and white checkered floor tiles. One blood drop, two blood drops, three blood drops, four blood dro-

"Hey," he nudged my shoulder, unaware of the bruise hidden beneath my XXL sweatshirt. I'm actually a small, but bigger clothes help hide how skinny I've gotten since the kids at school started taking my lunch every day. Oops, a blood drop landed on his shoe. I hope he doesn't notice.

"I'm talking to you Mickey. Who did this?" I winced again when he tilted my head back to hold an ice pack against my nose. My neck is still sore from them choking me against the shower wall after gym class. "I tripped down the stairs at school today daddy, it's no big deal." Was I on twelve blood drops, or thirteen? Oh well. I can't see the floor anymore anyway.

"Michael Rosario Alvarez, don't lie to me! ¿Crees que soy estúpido? Usted se cae por las escaleras todos los días! Dime quién hizo esto ahora!" uh-oh, he used my full name, and he switched to Spanish. I wont be able to get out of this.

"The football team." Dad's fists clenched. "Only them?," he asked. Well, I already started telling him, I might as well finish. "The basketball team, the baseball team, and the soccer team. It's been happening since 3rd grade, but it got worse when high school started."

He dropped the ice pack, to run both his hands through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have done something, I could have helped you!"

"I did tell you."

"No you didn't!"

"Yes daddy, I did. Remember when you had to shave all of my hair off in 5th grade, because a kid stuck gum in it. I told you what happened, and you said, ' suck it up mijo, big boys don't cry'. Then, I told mom, and she was supposed to go up to the school but..." I didn't have to keep going, we both know what happened.

When I was 10, my mom started distancing herself from my dad and me. She started working later hours at the beauty salon where she was a stylist, she stopped eating dinner with us, even though she was the one who demanded we all eat dinner together in the first place, and , although I didn't know it at the time thank god, her and dad completely stopped sleeping together. She was hardly ever home anymore, and when she was, she kept getting these phone calls that just had to be taken in private.

I know my father could see the signs, but he was just determined to ignore them. One day, about a week after I told her about what was happening at school, she left. She packed all of her stuff, and was gone before me and dad got home. The only thing she left was a note saying that she couldn't deal with the responsibilities of being a wife and mother anymore, and that she was leaving us to be with a traveling Billy Ray Cyrus impersonator. I still cant listen to Achy Breaky Heart with out crying.

After 4 years, me and dad have mostly moved on, but we try to avoid bringing mom up as much as possible.

Dad sat down on the edge of the tub. "Look Mickey, I'm sorry. I should have done something about this when you told me." He looked like he was going to start crying. "Me and you mom always knew you were gay." The conversation took a very awkward turn when he said that. I never really had to 'come out' to anyone, because it's painfully obvious. So even though my dad knew, and I knew that he knew, we never talked about it.

That seems to be a running theme in the family though. Anything that's even remotely uncomfortable gets swept under the rug, never to be seen or heard from until it's absolutely necessary. Mom, my sexual preference, the fact that the heat and electricity will be off if we don't come up with some money soon. They all get charted off to the island of taboo subjects.

"I knew your life would be difficult because you were different. All I wanted to do was protect you. I thought that if I ignored your differences, they would just go away, but that was wrong of me. I should have been encouraging you to be yourself instead of trying to change you."

"I think you should go away for a while." It felt like all the air in the small little bathroom disappeared. I clutched my chest to make sure my heart was still beating.

"You want me to leave?," I asked, my voice quivering on the last word. "Of course not," he answered. "I'd never let you leave my side if I could help it." He sighed, then reached over to grab both of my hands in his.

"Mickey, those kids that pick on you, they're never going to stop. They're just going to get worse and worse until they drive you away, or the pressure get's to high and you kill yourself. I don't think you can take it. It's starting to get to you, and don't try to deny it. These walls are paper thin Mickey, I can hear you crying at night."

"I love you mijo, more than life itself. This place is no good for you, and if I have to send you away to keep you safe, then that's what I'm going to do." Even though I know he's right, I just cant get used to the idea of leaving. I don't have any friends, mom left, Dad is all I have left.

"Where will I go?," I asked. Dad lived in a foster home until he was 18, so we don't know any of his family. "You're going to stay in La Push." La Push is the Indian reservation the my mom grew up on. My mom is the black sheep of the family because she married an outsider, and moved away. Why she decided to move to Hawaii of all places I'll never understand.

I've only been there once when I was younger, but even my underdeveloped 6 year old mind realized that we weren't wanted there.

"But daddy, they hate me there!" What sense does it make to send me from on place where I'm not wanted, to another? "They don't hate you Mickey, they just don't approve of your upbringing. Still, it's better than being here." He's right about that I guess. "So, I guess I'll be staying with aunt Lois then?" I still don't like this idea, but I'm not one to complain.

"No," he said, scowling. "Your aunt still blames me for 'corrupting' her little sister. She wants nothing to do with either one of us." Not that we actually mind. I don't like talking bad about anyone, but honestly, aunt Lois is a bitter old cow. "You'll be staying with your cousin Sam, and his wife Emily."

I sighed, but didn't respond. Dad went back to tending my wounds, while I started counting the ugly green and white checkered floor tiles.

One ugly green and white checkered floor tile, two ugly green and white checkered floor tiles, three ugly green and white checkered floor tiles...

~~~~~X~~~~~

Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the back of cousin Sam's beat up old truck, listening to cousin Emily tell me how great it is to have me here with them. The last time I saw Sam, he was an averaged sized 12 year old boy. Puberty has been very good to him.

Sam hasn't really said all that much yet, but from what I can tell, he's a pretty OK guy. I can't believe he's only 20. with the big muscles and deep Lou Rawls voice, he seems way older.

Emily is one of the nicest people I've ever met. As soon as she saw me, she pulled me into a tight hug. I was a little caught off guard when I saw the three scars that were distorting her beautiful features, but I recovered quickly. I know how it feels to have people stare at you, I would never make anyone feel like that.

"So Mickey, how old are you?" Emily asked, after an awkward moment of silence. "I'm 14." I could see her smile through the side mirror. "So you must be a freshman then right? Maybe you'll have some classes with Seth. Seth's my cousin. I think you guys will get along great." I doubt that. Judging by the looks I keep getting from the locals on the street when we pass them, most people here aren't too excited to see me.

"You have to meet the other guys too." she continued. The 'other guys' were a group of kids that Emily and Sam looked after. That kind of made me nervous. According to Emily, they hang around the house a lot. It's probably going to be awkward around there.

"How's your dad doing?," Sam asked. This is the first thing he's said since we left the airport. "He's Fine. How's Aunt Lois?" I really didn't care, but I couldn't think of anything else to say, and I didn't want to seem rude.

"She's good," he said. "She's really glad you came. She's looking forward to seeing you again." It was obvious by the glare Emily was giving him, the way that he was avoiding making eye contact with me and my own common sense, that everything he said was complete bull... you know what.

We drove to the house, making small talk the rest of the way. When we pulled up to the house, I knew I would have some trouble remembering which one was ours in the morning. Every house we passed look almost identical. The house is small, but cute. It has this homey feel to it, with all the pictures on the wall, and little decorative items on the shelves.

"This is your room." Emily gave me a short tour of the house. We were in the second bedroom in the house. "Sorry that it's so small"

"You don't have to apologize Emily," I said, "The room is fine. I'm small, I don't need much space." She laughed softly. "Hey Emily, if I'm sleeping in here, where will the guys sleep when they stay over?" I didn't want to take any one's spot. "It's fine Mickey. The guys know about you, and they understand that they'll have to sleep on the couch from now on. Trust me they're fine with it."

We said goodnight, and I got into my new, new to me anyway, twin sized bed and went to sleep. I'm surprised at how easy it actually was.

~~~~~X~~~~~

I woke up to a howl in the middle of the night. I hopped out of the bed, well, I fell out of the bed, but that's not important, and ran out of the room.

"What's wrong!" Emily ran out of her room in her fluffy pink robe. "Mickey, what's wrong? Why were you screaming?" I was screaming? I didn't even notice.

"Didn't you hear that howl?" she must had heard it, it was so loud. She looked at me like I was insane. "Yes I heard it, it was just a wolf ." I looked over at the back door and noticed that it was cracked open.

"Where's Sam?"

"He went out for a walk." she sounded funny, but I was too freaked out to figure out why.

"What if the wolves get him?" why isn't she more freaked out by this. Why does she keep looking at me like that?

She smiled at me. "The wolves around here are pretty friendly. They wont hurt any humans." The way she said humans instead of anyone, was implying something that I was too tired to try and figure out.

"Everythings fine Mickey," she said. "Go back to bed. You have school." I yawned in reply and headed back to bed.

Every since I was little, I've been terrified of wolves. They're all ways made out to be these vicious animals. Just look at all the children's stories: Little Red Riding hood, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Peter And The Wolf. They were all about little kids who were ate, or almost eaten, by a wolf.

I laid in bed, trying to fall asleep, but it wasn't as easy as it was the first time. I heard three more howls since the first one, and I screamed ever time. I can hear Emily moving around in the living room. I guess she cant sleep either. A wolf howled again, and I almost peed in my pajama pants.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

I am.

~~~~~X~~~~~

Jacob P.O.V.

I'm so fuckin' pissed off, it's not even funny. That slut Lauren wont stop calling me. I fucked her a few times, and now she thinks I'm her boyfriend. There's a vamp that keeps showing up. We don't know what she wants, and every time she shows up, we get this close to catching her, then she slips through our fingers.

We were up all last night chasing her, but like always, she got away, and it's all Sam's fuckin' fault. I was chasing her from behind, and Sam was comin' at from the front. I almost had her. I was so close to her my eyes were watering from her sickly sweet stench. Then, right when I was gonna pounce on her, there was a scream, and Sam stopped right in the middle of the path.

She jumped over him, and I ran right into the fucker. I made sure he got extra patrols for a month for that stunt. "Jake, you can't still be mad about last night can you?," Seth said with a mouth full of the school cafeteria's fries. "It was a mistake, he didn't mean to let her ge- OW!" I slapped him over the head to get him to shut up.

Seth is one of the few people in the pack that wouldn't get their arm ripped off for talkin' to me like we're equals. Seth is a pretty cool kid when he's not talkin' my ear off. He takes orders good, and he pretty much worships the ground I walk on, so it's kinda hard not to like him.

Leah's pretty cool too, once you get her to stop being a bitch long enough to actually talk to her. I made her my beta 'cause she's a way better wolf than those other dumb asses. She's stubborn as hell, but when there's a serious situation, she knows to do what the fuck I tell her to.

Embry and Quill are my boys. They stuck through me through all my crazy Bella obsessed shit. Other than the fact that they think since they're my best friends, my orders don't apply to them, they're all right.

Those other fucktards though, I couldn't give two shits about them. Jared's a pussy. He follows Sam around like a little fuckin' lap dog. He'd get down on his knees and suck Sam's dick if he told him to.

Paul likes to think he's better than me. He thinks he can be a better alpha than I am. I proved to him time I time again that he could never compete with me. I'm at the top of the totem pole while he's lookin' up at me from the bottom. the only reason i haven't done any serious damage to him, is 'cause he's fuckin' my sister.

Sam. I hate Sam most of all. He's a fuckin' looser. He figures that 'cause he was the first one to phase, he should be alpha. Yeah right. I'm the best alpha the Quileute tribe ever had. It's my birth right, not his. Sam has the leadership quality, that's why we don't get along. There can only be one alpha in the pack.

He even had the balls to tell me who I should make my beta. Like he has any say so on the subject. My opinion is the only one that matters. Even if Leah wasn't the best for the job, I still would have picked her. When Sam found out I was choosing her over him, he went ape shit. Telling him that Leah and I fucked the day after he broke up with her was just icing on the cake.

He and Emily let Sam's cousin or some shit like that, stay with them, and he asked me for some time from patrols to get him settled in. you can guess what I said. Fuck that kid, whoever the fuck he is. I don't owe him shit, and since he's related to Sam, I already don't like him.

"Have any of you guys seen Sam's cousin yet?" There goes Jared, Gossiping like a little bitch. "I have!" Seth said, in between gulps of chocolate milk. "He's in my Spanish class. He's real nice." Real nice? I definitely don't like him now.

"I'm going for a smoke break," I said, purely for Seth's benefit. He no doubt would has asked where I was goin' and I would have had to slap him again.

I headed out to my usual spot in the back of the school by the wheel chair ramps. The only Person in a wheel chair in La Push is my dad, so no ones ever back there. I walked up an saw some kid sitting in my spot. Ever kid that goes here knows not to ever come back here if they wanna keep all their limbs intact, so it had to be Sam's cousin.

The second I saw him, I knew he was a homo. He had he legs crossed at the knee like a girl, and he was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that had 'I'm the queen of the night' on the front in gold block letters. I sniffed the air. Coconuts, and pineapple. He even smells queer.

"Hey! Your in my fuckin' spot!" The fairy princess jumped when he heard my voice, and dropped his book. I lunged forward and pinned him to the wall with my forearm. I'm gonna make sure he learns his place at this school real fast.

He looked up at me, and the world stopped spinning. everything but him vanished. No one else matters any more. Not my dad, not the pack, not that psycho bitch Bella, nothing and no one else, but him. I own him now. What he want's doesn't matter. He was made just for me. He's...

"Mine!"

~~~~~X~~~~~

So, I used Google translate for the Spanish, so here's a translation: You think I'm stupid? You fall down the stairs every day! Tell me who did this now!

I hope you like it so far. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.