I decided to start a new story even though it's probably not a good idea to write more than one story at a time, oh well! :D I hope you guys like it, I'm gonna try to make this both Adam and Tommy's Pov, let's see what happens :)

Chapter 1: Moving

Tommy's Pov

As I stare out the window, I look at the new surroundings of the city of San Diego. I don't want to be here, I didn't even want to move, I was happy where I was, but of course we just had to move. I liked it better back in Burbank; I had my best friend, that's all I ever needed, all the rest of those ignorant assholes knew to just leave me alone. Mom said it would be a fresh start for me, a chance to make new friends, but I don't want new friends, and I don't want a stupid fucking fresh start. I just want to be home with my guitar, and nothing else. I don't like to socialize with other people, all other people want to ever do with me is use me; I've learned not to trust other people.

The only other people I've ever been able to trust is my sister Lisa, and my best friend Mia. They're the only people who have never betrayed me, the only people I've ever been able to talk to. I used to be able to talk to my parents, but as I got older I learned that they were just as ignorant and closed minded as the rest of this world, I learned not to trust them a long time ago. I was okay with my parents for a while, until they told me we were moving, I hated them for that. Although I didn't take it nearly as bad as Lisa did, she completely freaked out when they told us we were moving, if you didn't already figure it out she had a lot more friends than I did.

I sigh softly and rest my head on the warmth of the glass window, sometimes I just wish I could disappear, you know? Like I just never existed. I feel like that all the time, I've never really thought I belonged anywhere either, I never belong to a certain type of person, or label, I just can't be put in a category, maybe I'd be like the punk, emo, rock band type, is that even a type? I don't know, maybe that's why people usually stay away from me, because they can't figure out what I am, and that scares them. But I never really did like people knowing who I really was, it just gives other people an advantage, it gives them something to use against me.

There are things that I haven't told anyone, I mean sure some of them have figured it out on their own, or just plain guessed, but they never know for sure, and I like it that way. I haven't even told my own family, but it's not like they don't know, I'm sure they do, it's just they're not willing to admit it to themselves, I mean it's obvious enough. But I'll never tell them anyway, I mean once high school's over I'm leaving I'm not sticking around with my stupid, god loving, closed minded, conformist parents. I'm leaving once I get the chance, I only have one year left, and then it will finally all be over, and I won't have to pretend to be something I'm not anymore.

Maybe once I leave I'll be happy, maybe I'll join a band or something, get an apartment, and get as far away as possible from my parents. I've always wanted to live in Los Angeles, maybe I'll live there once high school's over. Our car comes to a stop; we're at our new house. I groan softly, and unbuckle my seatbelt; I slowly open my door and step into the summer heat. I look up at the clear blue sky, I close my eyes a little, it's so bright. My dad asks me to help him carry some stuff inside I roll my eyes and help him carry in a few boxes that were in the car.

A few minutes later the moving truck arrives and they start loading box after box into our new house, I stand in the lawn watching them carry things in, and I take a good look at our new house. It's a decent size, it's not like a mansion, but it's still pretty big. It's a pretty decent color too sky blue, and white, it kind of looks pretty. The lawn is really green it's kind of like something you'd see in a magazine or something and I wonder for a moment if we can afford it, then I remember my dad's new job and how much it pays.

As I watch the mover people all pile at of the house I go inside and take a look at it. It's pretty big inside; it looks a lot bigger than it did from the outside. I walk around the downstairs for a while checking out the rooms. Then I slowly start to walk up the stairs to the second floor, and soon a find my room. It's a pretty decent size, not to big, but still not too small, a good enough size for me. I sat down on the queen sized bed and stared up at the ceiling, god I'm gonna hate it so much here. I heard a knock at my door and saw my mom standing there with a few boxes.

"These are your things." She said softly and smiled at me.

"Thanks." I said, and rolled my eyes a little I took the boxes then my mom also handed me my guitar and bass. I loved those instruments more than anything in this world they were my only escape, besides listening to my favorite bands. I set them both against my wall then started to unpack my boxes. I just put my clothes in the closet, and the rest of my things I just left in the boxes; I'd take care of them later.

I collapsed back onto my bed and slowly closed my eyes; I just don't want to be here. Why did Dad have to take the job here? I mean I know it pays could, and it's good for our family, but they took me away from my home, my life, I'll never forgive them for it, I swear they've gone too far this time, and they've done some pretty awful shit.

I open my eyes and look around my room again, then sit up and look out my window. I can see the house next door, their house is bigger than ours, I really like the color though, it's kind of like a really light orange, with white windows, I like it. I can see into the room across from mine, whoever lives in there has really good taste. They have posters all over their room, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Madonna, Wicked, whoever they are they have great taste in music. I can see someone enter the room, he looks about my age, and he as this amazingly adorable ginger hair and freckles, he looks taller than me, well why wouldn't he be? Everyone's taller than me.

He sits down on his bed and he looks like he's reading something like a script. I keep staring at him, god he's beautiful, I could just stare at him all day. Ok, I will tell you all something I won't tell anybody else, but you better listen cause I'm only gonna be telling you this once, I'm gay. And if you're wondering why I won't tell anyone it's because I know they'll all probably shun me or something I mean I know my sister would understand and everything, but I knew my parents wouldn't, they're the most homophobic people you could ever meet, one of the many reasons I hate them I'm the complete opposite of them.

I keep staring at the boy, I want to know more about him, I want to know his name, I want to talk with him, maybe we could even be friends. After a while he looks up a little and notices me staring at him, he smiles a little and my cheeks grow warm. But oh my god he has the prettiest blue eyes, I try to look away, but I can't there's something about his eyes that make me not able to even look a way for a second.

"Tommy!" I hear my mom call from downstairs, "tommy come down here and help us put things away!" I still don't look away from the boy. "Thomas!" I snap out of my trance and start to get up, the boy goes back to what he was doing. I open my door and start to walk downstairs. I start to think silently to myself 'I think I'm gonna like it here.'

Well there you go Chapter 1! :D I've really wanted to write something like this for a while now, so I finally decided to do it! Let me know that you guys think and if I should keep wrong, because if nobody reads it or likes it there's no use in writing it right? But this chapter was a lot of fun to write :D Anyways let me know if you liked it!

~Sarah~ :D