Ohkay, new story. It's a slash story, so I hope you guys like… Please read and review, 1st of hopefully many slash. This is just the beginning by the way, Mark will come in later.
Oh, some warnings before you read: this will be a little sad, the rating is M because there will be slash later, obviously. Some depressing stuff, suicide, depression, and if ya don't like it, I got two words for ya! *does 'suck it' move* Anywhooo, the pairing is Jeffy/Mark, no if's and's or but's bout it!
Jeff Point of View
I sit alone crying in a corner of my room by the window. A big crack of thunder just sounded. The rain is starting to pelt harder. The lightening flashes, illuminating everything outside my window. I love the light rain; you know the one where you can dance in it around a light pole with like an umbrella, like Mary Poppins? The heavy stuff frightens me, scares me, makes me want to die. I still have nightmares about this type of rain. My ma-, wait, I must stop thinking about that day and her, because if I do, I'm going to start crying and won't stop Dad'll come in and beat me for being a wuss and a punk. And then the beating and the yelling will start…all when it rains really bad like this. He'll yell "Man up ya bitch!" and then…*slap*. But how can you "man up" when it's your fault your mom died? You don't come back from that. If she hadn't been rushing to come to the gallery for me to see my art show, she'd still be alive to this day and my brother would be home and our baby brother would still be alive, and Dad wouldn't be beating me right now, now would he? Nope, because Ma would be here… Well now that you know enough about my fucked up life, I guess you're wondering who the hell am I and what does Mark have to do with it… That part comes later *wink* much much later. My name is Jeffrey Nero Hardy and im 17 years old, and according to my dad, I'm the resident screw-up. Another school year and first day of hell. Ohh, I miss the summer, could have my friends over…not like I can't now, but still. Dad should be home soon, ain't no telling where he's at now… Last month, he was in Cali and the month before, I think North Dakota, hell it's a long way from home. Well, time to start this miserable day off… let's see…Green it is. Green barbell for my tongue, green ring for my belly ring, dark green nail polish, green ripped t with black mesh top, green/black kilt with my green leggings with my Chuck Taylor lace up shoe boots… shit, gotta dye and run. *phone rings* Hello? *Punk's voice*Stop dying your damn hair and come pick me up! Who said I was picking you up? You can take the bus, ya kno? Come on Jeffy, I love yous and I has frapps froms Starrrbuuuckkksss! Holy shit, ya do? Yes! Comes on! Ai'ights, I'sa coming! Don't drink my whipped cream, Phil! I wonts if ya don't hurry up! Coming! *call ends* Def, gotta dye and run. Let's put in the green dye in my naturally blond hair…get my towel and bag…looking good… *gets and car and drives down the street, literally, and picks up his best friend Phillip*Here's ya go. Thanks Philly, needs it. Have you been sleeping? Does it look it? Yes, you still having 'mares? I don't wanna talk bout that. *hands Jeff a pencil liner*Outline those gorgeous eyes with this and it'll be less noticeable.*outlines eyes* …Hey, isn't this my pencil? Mmmayyybbbeee… PHILLY! LOVES YOUS!*hopes out the Jeep, and runs inside the building with Jeff on his tail. Jeff runs into this immovable object.* OH SHI—OW! *looks up and sees him* Its you… *voice*Yes, its me.
Please review, I accept all criticism, but I won't do the whole flame thingy, because if your gonna flame, then you can direct your goofy butt outta this genre, your only wasting your time, like real talk and I don't, as well as other writers appreciate that, so now that I'm done with my with my tangent… Go head and review it. Click that lil button at the bottom and if you have to log-in to do so, I will love you forever, just so you know.