White Lies
By: Ariadne
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Title: Prologue
Chapter Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Plot mine. Characters are Ms. Collins's. Don't sue me.
Summary: He never knew what he was getting into. He never expected that such a small thing could affect his life so drastically.
Author's Notes: Well, there is really no way for me to properly summarize this story other than it's seriously twisted. I don't know what to tell you to expect really…
Anyway, the characters from the Underland Chronicles are human in present day New York City. They go to school, have jobs, and everything else like normal people. Although most are anything but. As for warnings, every chapter has some kind of homosexual reference. Have a problem with that? Go read my other stories. This is most definitely my most adult story yet, and my very first romance.
Beta: Ares Is Awesome
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It was the day that I moved in here.
I had gotten a new job that was very promising. Since I was kind of living couch to couch back then, it wasn't really hard to gather all my things up and move so I could be closer to work. I sold my crappy car and moved into the cheapest apartment I could find. The car paid my bills for the first month, although I had to skip some meals.
The day I moved in was the day I first saw you.
I wasn't expecting any life changing events that day, and I definitely didn't think I would meet someone that I couldn't live without. Especially after that lady up in the front office. At least, I think it was a woman; it could have just been a really scary looking transvestite. Anyway, while I tried to block out that image I noticed someone on the roof of the apartment building.
That's you, in case you were wondering.
You spotted me from your look out, stood up, and waved to me. You shouted something, but I couldn't understand it. I stared blankly at the black and white figure, shook my head, and went to find my apartment.
I don't know why you were up there, but I don't know why you do a lot of things. I don't know why you laugh at slasher movies, or refuse to eat anything orange. I don't know why you can never wear a pair of matching socks, or why you lock yourself up for hours and stare at the blank ceiling.
What I do know is that you--and all of your insane little quirks--have become a fixture in my life. Something I can rely on. Because I know you'll always spend Wednesday on the roof, and you'll always tell me good morning. I know you'll listen to me talk even if you don't understand what I'm saying.
In my crazy twisted life, where everything seems to be ten times more complicated than it should be, I need something stable. I need something dependable. And while you're not exactly the greatest example of either of these things, I think I've finally figured it out.
I need you…