Finally! It's done! Sonny Moore has been up all night creating, yet another, remix of his Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites, and all he really wanted to do was crash of his nice, soft bed and sleep. As he laid there, silence took the best of him. He always wished he had someone to be there to hold him and keep him warm from the awful draft seeping from the window of his apartment. But whatever. He sure as hell wasn't going to share his Frosted Flakes with some partner. But a boy can only dream, right?

He's had a relationship before, but he didn't know whether to call it that or not... it was a very confusing scenario that he didn't have the energy to think about at that moment. All he could think about was why he was the only one who couldn't get a grilfriend... well, he was 5'4'', which didn't really help him stand up against the bigger males in school. He scratched his head and sighed when he took a big fist-full of long, black hair. No wonder he's been called unintelligent names before like "faggot" and "Princess". His mom absolutely hated the idea of Sonny cutting off all of his "beautiful" hair, as much as he begged her to. It seemed like all she wanted to do was cause Sonny pain at school...

School... oh how he hated the word. It lingered in his mind and on his tongue, the dreaded thought of even attending the hell-hole drove him crazy. He couldn't wait to get school over with. He only had another... 2 years till he graduated? He could manage...

Sonny let out a deep sigh and ate his Frosted Flakes in silence that morning, indifferent from any other morning so far. His mom was at work and his dad had left on his "work vacation" that very morning, something he did regularily every month. Sonny has never really spent time with him ever sinse he's been assigned the new job. Sonny's never been around male influences often. And now that Sonny was alone, like usual, and school wouldn't be starting in another hour or so, he took his sweet time and wondered into his bedroom, peeling off his pajamas and putting on his uniform. For a Catholic school who's motto is something along the lines of "zero-bully tollerence", Sonny sure didn't feel very safe attending it.

He looked in the mirror after he buttoned up his dress-shirt and sighed, seeing as now his hair was growing past his shoulders. A mop of black mess... that's what it was. He gradually tried to brush it without succession and just retired after a few tries.

When he walked to school, it was probably the safest and happiest times of the day. Out of his shabby apartment and down the filthy streets. He couldn't help but rush by the creepy dead end alley ways where he was certain there were murderers lurking. But he still didn't feel the need to hurry, he would rather be kidnapped and raped then attend school.

And when he got to school, he walked down to his locker and paused. He stared at the signs taped to the metal door. He heard some snickers and decided not to look at the assholes who did this. The signs were drawn in a thick, black marker that gave off a strong, unpleasent scent. The only sign that really caught Sonny's eye was one that was coloured a rainbow collision of the signs read unclever statements, such as "go to hell, fag".

Sonny just ripped the signs off his locker and threw them to the floor. This happened almost every day to him. He was at the point of snapping soon, he can feel it in his gut. But instead, he just rustled around in his locker until he found his books, but stopped when he felt a thin hand touch his shoulder. He turned around to see the worried eyes of Mrs. Parker.

"Please come with me, Mr. Moore." She said, clearly unhappy with him. He bit his lip.

Next thin he knew he was in the principal's office with his mom, the big man himself, and Mrs. Parker. All with the same disspointed expressions.

"Sonny, we're concerned of your negative behavior and work ethics here at Saint Valentine," Mr. Orlando stated bluntly, running a hand over his balding head, "It's a shame that your mother has to go out of her way to meet with us right now, but we're all just very concerned at what brought this to be," He folded his hands infront of him on the desk.

"All he's been doing was playing with his damn laptop, making terrible noises with his gadgets. What's it called again? Dob-tob or something?" His mother all but yelled at Sonny. He could feel the steam build up in his body, but he let out the struggling air and looked down at his messy uniform pants.

"Dubstep," He answered quietly, "And it's not noise... it's music,"

"It certainly sounds like a bunch of crap -parden my language- to me." She said to him.

Sonny wasn't much to argue. He liked to keep to himself unless he was happy or excited about something, and right now, it certainly wasn't the fact that he might have to go to summer school... He's had dreams... dreams that he ran away from school and was care-free, off with his computer in arm and his problems out the window.. but he started to feel a bit nervous. He wanted to cry, but didn't want to show anyone how weak he was. Instead he made up a plan in his head as his mom and the principals were busy with their little chat. He wanted to do it this time... he wanted to get up and run away from all of his problems. He felt the danger of adrenaline course through his veins as he quickly got up from his seat...

"Sonny, you'll be under school suspension until further notice, please get your books from your locker and come straight back," Principal Orlando said.

Sonny nodded obediantly and turned to walk out of the office. He later noticed Mrs. Parker following him and he sighed to himself. He was so ready to leave...

Joel Zimmerman sat on the streets, his feet propped up against an old garbage can, and his headphones around his ears. He had his cat in his lap who was sleeping away at the soft beat of Joel's music, seeping from his iPod. Joel spent his mornings out on the streets, and his night sneaking into the local raves, fully clothed, with his signature look. Plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a giant, full-faced, self-built helmet in resemblance to the head of a mouse. He was known as "The Deadmouse".

All he really had to live for was his gray iPod Nano, his cat Meowington, and his mouse head. And that was honestly all he needed.

Did he miss his parents? Of course not! He was all grown up now and wasn't going to take any of their bullshit anymore. And as he thought about his old home, a sadness washed over him. He's tried getting jobs, friends, relationships, but nothing worked out for him. He missed his boyfriend. The one person in the whole entire world who could've made him happy has dumped him ass out on the street. And now Joel was filled with rage. The sun began to set, and so his raving shall begin. He got up from the ground and picked up Meowington, walking over to the pizzaria and placing him on the doorstep. He did his signature knock on the door and heard a little girl yell "I'll get it!"

The little girl who helped out there spent time with Joel and looked after his cat when he was gone. Her name was Melody, and according to her, Joel reminded her of a big teddy bear, even though he was awfully skinny. She would sneak him out a pizza slice or two everytime he visited her in the alley way where the door led outside to the trash. She was the cutest girl ever. Dark hair, dark eyes, a slight tan to her skin, a pure Italiano. He liked spending time with her, but sadly he wasn't allowed to be seen with her. He was homeless and a mess and her dad had shooed him away a couple times. He would have his head the next time he was seen lurking around in the shadows, awaiting his daughter to come out and feed him. Joel shuddered at the creepy thought for a second.

She unlocked the door and stepped out, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey Joel!"

"Hey Melody! Meowington missed you," Joel smiled at the little girl as she grinned.

"I missed him too! And you!" She exclaimed, leaping into Joel's arms.

He swung the little girl around and gave her a tiny squeeze, then set her down on the steps again. She wrinkled her nose slightly as she picked up Meowington.

"Pee-yoo! What smells?" She asked, fanning her hand infront of her face.

Joel blushed. Because he's been sleeping near the dumps, he really began to smell bad. He needed to take a swim in the lake soon. The freezing cold lake.

"Sorry, my clothes havn't been washed in a while," He sheepishly admits with a tiny chuckle.

"Oh... no I think it's Meowington," She said, sniffing the cat, and then recoiling away from him, "Yeah, definatley him,"

Joel laughed and rubbed the girl's hair.

"Well I'll see you in the morning sweetheart," He said, turning to leave.

"Wait! I brought pizza!" She said, handing him a large tupperwear container filled with tiny slices, "Keep the container and bring it back everytime you visit! That way I can fill it up and you don't have to starve all the time!" She smiled.

Joel's eyes filled with tears as he smiled down at the little girl and took the container from her hands, hugging her and kissing her forhead.

"Thank you," He whispered, his voice breaking as he did so.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking upset.

"Nothing, nothing, just got something in my eye," He smiled.

He ate his pizza until the sun was fully set. That was his qeue to get going. He went into a box near a garbage can and took out his paper-mashette mouse head. The big, white foam-ball eyes weren't very white anymore, and the black duct tape that was creating X's over them was peeling off. The white screen that made up the mouth peice certainly needed cleaning, but it will do for tonight. He put it over his head and looked through the mouth peice and onto the street. He took a step onto the sidewalk, out of the shadows, and walked toward the rave. He got a lot of stares, yes, but he couldn't car less. Nobody knew who he really was... everyone knew him as "The Deadmouse".

Sonny knew what he had to do. He packed his backpack with a few things he thought he would need while out on the streets (toothbrush, toothpaste, a few sandwiches, his iPod Touch, and his laptop). He then snuck into his parents bedroom and went straight for his dad's side of the bed. He knew what he kept in the bottom compartment of the drawer... cigarettes.

Sonny always wanted to try one ever since he smelled it on his dad's breath when he was younger. He was reaching for the package until he heard the slight click of his mom's feet in the living room. She was close. He shut the drawer quickly and bolted out of the room and back into his bed. He pretended to be sleeping until he couldn't hear his mom anymore. The cigarettes would have to wait until the coast was clear, but by the time Sonny heard nothing but silence... he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Having dreams, yet again, about his success running away...

Joel knew everyone at the rave (well, almost everyone). Everyone knew him as well. He was the only one wearing a giant, red mouse hat, so of course he would be recognized. And the thing he liked to do was dance, but the thing he hated most was having to explain himself to people. He didn't talk much to anyone. The longest conversations he's had were with Melody.

He thought about the little girl as he sat on the leather couch at the back and just rested his neck from the heavy mouse head. She had such a creative imagination and he envied her youthful spirit. There were some days when Joel felt out of place, like he was just too old to do the things he enjoyed most in life. As he thought about this, he didn't realize that a girl dressed very revealingly came strutting his way. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, obviously not into the big breasted, tiny waisted figure but he had to keep his game up. He wanted to keep a good reputation.

She took a seat next to him and started to talk to him, he began to half-heartedly respond to her obscene questions. He didn't want anyone to know who he was, afraid they might judge him or worse, kick him out. She took the tiny movement well and continued to talk. But then she started to run her fingers up and down his leg. He pressed his lip together and decided it was best not to move, not to show emotion to this familiar touch. She kissed the mouse head and then tried to look through the mesh, but failed to see him. She got up from her seat and swung a leg over Joel, straddling his lap.

"I've never fucked The Deadmouse before..." She whispered into the mesh.

Joel blushed. He didn't want to fuck her. He just wanted to sit there and rest his neck a bit. He was feeling a little hot... a little in need of a good release... He just sat back as she ground her hips into his. He held back a moan and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the girl. She then pounded her hips once against his and he let out a whimper.

"You like that?" She asked, doing it once again.

He did like it. He held her hips and encouraged her to keep doing what she was doing. And so she did. She opened Joel's collar a bit to show his neck and she left soft hickies against the rough skin. He moaned when he felt her tongue trace his collar bones. He could feel a pressure start to build in his lower area as an erection forms. She stops and gets off him, taking his hand and leading him to the back room.

She pushes Joel against a nearby table and unzips his fly. Joel's blush increased because he hasn't shaved yet and was scared at the girl's reaction. But she reacted perfectly fine and pulled his pants and boxers to his ankles. She looked at the mesh, but they didn't meet eyes, which meant he was still safe with his identity.

She kissed the tip of Joel's penis and he leaned his head back.

She took half his length in her warm, moist mouth and he could feel the bumps on her tongue massage his erection. He moaned and rested his head onto the table. This was the kind of action that made him feel younger.

She sucked a bit and then pulled it out of her mouth. She kissed the tip once again and it went back into her mouth. Her hands began to massage his testicles as she swallowed his cock, each time going in a little deeper. He moaned and let out a sigh of pleasure. She smiled around his erection and he felt her lips get tighter. His breathing hitched as she went faster and faster at swallowing. He snaked his fingers through her hair and pushed her further down on him. He let out another moan and bit his lip.

He was close. He began to pump his hips into her mouth, in which she started to get the rhythm of it and followed along with the flow. He took in a deep breath and stopped his hips. He felt, just then, a great wash of relief as he came into the stranger's mouth. She let go and spat up a bit onto the floor, but wiped her mouth and got up from her crouching position. She smiled and Joel and Joel smiled back, even though she couldn't see it.

"Thanks," She said and turned to leave.

It took a while to catch his breath, but he did and sooner or later pulled up his pants. He just stared at the door, and sighed. He walked up to the door and locked it, taking off his mouse head and running a hand down his face. He wasn't quite sure where to go from there, but he took out his cigarettes that were tucked into the mouse head and lit one, popping it into his mouth and inhaling the smoke with a long, deep drag. He blew the smoke out and watched it linger in the air.

He then heard footsteps and pressed his cigarette into the ashtray sitting at the corner of the table.

"Ugh, you again," A tall women with long, white hair stood at the front of the door and raised an eyebrow, stroking a white and orange cat in her arms, "These cats don't know how to keep the mice out," She eyed Joel.

Joel laughed and walked up to the women, snatching the cat from her arms, "Now why would they do that?" He cooed to the fluffy creature in his arms.

The women rolled her eyes, "Fine, stay... just no more smoking in here, you're going to get thise place shut down,"

"Fine, won't happen again," Joel smiled and put the cat onto the floor.

"Now get out, I don't want to have to clean after your pellets," The women shooed Joel away and then stopped and sniffed the air, "Aww, come on, you didn't!"

Joel blushed and shrugged, putting on a cheesey smiled, "It was just a blowjob,"

"It;s never going to happen again, right?" She raised and eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.

"Okay, mom," He rolled his eyes and tucked his cigarettes back into the head, "Oh and also, one more thing..."

"What?" She barked.

"You shouldn't wear tall heels like that, it just makes you look freakish,"

"OUT!" She yelled and pushed him to the door.

He adjusted his mouse head back onto his head and unlocked the door, stepping back out into the heat of the club and the blinding lights of the strobe.