This is my first adommy fanfic PLUS a darker story so i hope you like it i guess, PLEASE RATE! thank you! and if you like saulbert too i'm going to make one later when i get around to it, well enjoy my lovelys. btw this is yaoi AKA boyxboy don't like? I suggest you exit this story unless your a little curious3 LOL
Disclaimer- I OWN NOTHING OF THESE VERY BEAUTIFUL BOYS, no matter how much I want to own Tommy Joe's sexy no booty and Adams very aluring sexiness I can't all i own is this story vvdown there! and i really wish i could meet their families just to thank them for having these amazing people. kay thanks read on!
TOMMY POV
I'm stuck in an alternate universe, I hate this new town, I hate this new house, and I hate everything about this place. Apparently my parents though I was too happy with my old life, I had a girlfriend, I had friends that loved me, I had a band, it was perfect, but of course nothing ever works out my way no matter how much I want it to.
However much I want to blame my parents, I can't, my dad got a promotion, a good one, and now he's the head manager with a brand new car, and an over the top house, plus that extra doting family minus myself obviously.
He just doesn't understand how I felt and still feel about it, sure everything is nice, I even have my own car now, and him and mom are incredibly happy, so I can't be mad…They aren't bad parents either it just fucking sucks. I want to go back to Burbank, but noooo I can't, I'm stuck in San Di-fucking-ego. Maybe I'm just sour because I left possibly the hottest sweetest girl in the world behind…
I glared out the tinted windows of my brand new Mercedes where a completely ordinary school sat in my line of vision, skewering my brand new car feeling. I pulled into the parking lot and just sat there pouting like a two year old; I didn't want to go in there.
"Alright, it can't be that bad, I'm sure I'll end up loving the school…fuck I don't want to go in there"
Groaning inwardly I opened the door slung my backpack over my shoulder and dragged my heels through the rocky parking lot. I popped in my headphones and tuned out the world as I strode towards the office for my schedule, passing by billions of clones, was this school seriously that stereotypical? All the girls had strawberry blonde hair with that those curves that made you drool; they were pretty cute but all looked like the type of girl that would cheat on you by lunch time. Oh the guys, good fucking god, all jocks, are you fucking kidding me, I can already tell you we won't be getting along to well. There were some normal kids, but most just looked like the typical high-school you see in movies with that stupid food chain of who is the most popular and who's not. Oh this'll be fun.
I stepped up to the front desk in the office, yanking out my headphones and waited for the woman to get off the phone so I could speak. The lady, , looked like a leather bag, definitely a smoker, probably done drugs earlier in life, with gray hair was fluffed on top of her head with a canary yellow hair band holding her bangs, Her eyes were a dark brown behind thick glasses, wearing a floral violet shirt that completed her 'stuck in the wrong generation' look.
"Yes…..this is-…..okay…okay…..alright….until then," her dark eyes nervously flickered towards me, noticing my presence; she hung up the phone and gave me her full attention.
"I'm the transfer student, Tommy Ratliff; I'm here to pick up my schedule,"
"Oh! You're Mr. Ratliff, alright here you go." She handed me the paper and shooed me away after explaining the rules and other bullshit.
I stared down at the paper in my hands with disgust, as I dodged the constant flow of students, huffing again I looked up from the paper just in time to bump into some kids chest, I glowered up at him with darkest death glare that could put the toughest guy running with his nose hung low.
It pissed me off more that not only did he run into me but he was like 5ft taller than me too, I know I'm short it irks me already, but it's like this kid bumped into me on purpose just to rub his tall assness in my face. I'm tired of everything and it's not even 1st period…great, just fucking great.
I knocked him to the side and before I walked on I got a glimpse of vibrant ocean eyes swimming with pain. Confused I stomped down the hallway in no direction in particular and almost immediately regretting it, where the hell was I now?
"FUCK YES!" I exclaimed as I finally found the stupid doorway that had 11th grade physics written in print on a sheet of paper taped to the door.
The teacher was taking FOREVER, I've been standing here for about 5 minutes already and the bell already rang! Why won't he look up from the stupid paper he was writing? I'm not a very patient man, to be exact I'm not patient at all I have the attention span of a two year old and I'm stubborn, amazing combination isn't it?
The teacher finally looked up and I wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, his eyes annoyed the fuck out of me. This was my first period? Fucking hell.
"And you are?"
"I'm Tommy Rat-"
"Maybe I should rephrase that, why are you here," That was not a question, that was a fucking demand.
"I'm the transfer stud-"
"Go sit in the back, I don't have time for this right now, we'll talk after class,"
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, My anger boiled and I felt my face heat from rage, NOT ONLY is this guy a complete jerk he also blatantly ignored me, fucking prick. The only thing I hate more than being so short is being overlooked like I'm not even worth someone's precious fucking time, I CAN'T fight now, that would be the fourth time to be expelled in the last couple months and I already get enough grief from my mom.
My hands were still locked together in a tight fist in my lap, curling and uncurling from anger, I started fiddling with the ring my grandmother gave me before she passed to get my mind off that fucking shit of a stupid teacher.
Mr. I don't fucking know started the lesson about some shit I didn't even remember, droning on and on about nothing, I stared out the window, eyes dead, at the pouring rain. I had half a mind to pop my headphones in again, but I don't know this teachers rules and I certainly don't feel like paying the prick money to get it back when I still wanted nothing more than to shove my foot so far up his ass he wouldn't be walking for an extremely long time.
The door to the bleak classroom creaked open slowly and I saw messy red hair makes its way to a desk by the back of the room. The kid sat down but not before I got a good look at him his hair reminded me of a vegetable. Carrot top wore a black shirt with a black overcoat, worn dark jeans covered in holes, old black sneakers, and his necklace that he wore, I couldn't see very well from where I was but it was silver and was wiry. He had black eyeliner and had gloves on his hands, he had SO MANY freckles covering his face, but one thing struck me as odd, his eyes, they were a brilliant blue and so familiar.
Overall he was really creepy but I mean he would look kind of cute if he smiled! He just looked so miserable, sure it was school but you would think someone was holding a knife to his throat! I don't really know if I want to mix up with him but I needed a friend and kind of wanted to see what he looked like when he smiled.
I watched the rain drizzle down the roof and onto the mudding dirt outside, thinking about those blue eyes, why were they so familiar, I just don't get it. His eyes, so blue, like swirling oceans, oceans…oceans
"OCEANS!" I declared loudly with a look of complete victory wrapping its way around my head, until I saw everyone in class giving me odd looks I flushed and initially decided the desk was very interesting.
"Excuse you," Mr. I'm a fucking prick gave me an accusing stare, which I ignored,
"EXCUSE you," His dull voice was giving me a headache as he spoke again,
"What need something?"
His face reddened and he frowned, "Detention,"
My mood darkened as I grumbled out the window, nothing I could do about it, but at least I figured one thing out! Smiling to myself I remember my exclamation earlier and thought about those very blue eyes and that face I wanted to punch in the face earlier. Whenever I think of those eyes…. I'm not completing that sentence.
Before the class continued Mr. Fuckface strolled over to carrot top and started whispering quietly, his blue eyes widened in fear, making me wonder just what scared him so much. When the teacher walked off he looked at carrot top one more time and spoke,
"Detention Adam, and if you don't come like you happened to miss last time I'll call your parents and make sure you're not allowed to even utter a word, " That sounded violent, and carrot top, or Adam, gulped audibly and staring down.
The bell rang leaving me to talk to the teacher about my transfer, when I was done I was about to walk out when I saw Adam talking to the teacher his eyes wide. Confused I waited outside the door to talk to him, ask about detention, and maybe make a friend.
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