New story I got my idea from a movie made back in 1970s I think. In I see it becoming very sweet in funny. Enjoy

Will's POV

I was stirred awake by the bright light of the sun casting though my window. I was quite relieved, too. It was the first daylight for the first day of summer vacation! And I couldn't be happier.

Senior year seemed to have just dragged on and on, as if it were trying to murder me or something with its slowness.

Hell, why should I care? No more dragginess for almost three months!

I continued to just lay in bed, thinking about the summer ahead in which I would be doing absolutely nothing, until I was torn by my thoughts by my bitch of a mother.

"Will! Get down here!" she yelled up to me.

"Ugh, Coming!" I yelled back. Staying in bed for a few more seconds, I growled and threw the covers off of me. I headed for my door, not caring that I was only in my green boxers

You see, me and my mom never really were on the best of terms.

My dad was murdered by my mother's boyfriend father Stefano. I don't know why she is still with the man anyway.

She always seemed to form a sort of hate for me, not really caring about my needs or wants, hardly acknowledging my existence. I was lucky enough to at least have a bed. It had its advantages.

I mean, I could do whatever I wanted and she couldn't give two shits. It got much, much worse when she found out about me being gay.

She wanted nothing to do with me even more after that. I'm surprised she didn't kick me out of the house. I guess in a small corner of her cold, dead heart, she realized I was still her son.

It wasn't as much physical abuse, as it was verbal. Actually, it was pretty much all verbal. I got called the general terms. "Fag", "Homo".

You name it, she's probably called me it.

Anyways, I trudged down the stairs, with my boxers and bed head, and turned to face her, and the apparent luggage surrounding her feet. I already knew what she would say.

"I'm leaving for the summer With EJ," she stated. No surprise there. That's what she usually did every summer since my father died.

"There'll be a sitter here to stay with you and watch you when I'm gone," she finished flatly. Wait, what? A sitter?! Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did she all of a sudden care that I would be alone?

"Mom. I'm 18 years old. I don't need an effing sitter. And when do you suddenly care about me being alone?" I spat, folding my arms across my chest. I never really cussed around my mom, unless I got really pissed. I don't know why.

"Well, just- you're getting one anyway, whether you like it or not. He'll be staying in the guest bedroom," she replied, just as irritated as I was. Wait... He? That's good, I guess.

Actually, NO! What if it was some old creep?!

As I was imagining how horrific this "Sitter" might look and act, there was a honk of a car and I peeked out the window to see a shiny red Mercedes pull up into my driveway. Okay,

I'll give the dude props. He had a sweet ride. Okay, more than sweet. Epic! Yeah, that's the word.

"That must be him now!" my mother stated with relief. Heh, bitch. I'd enjoy a whole summer without her, actually.

I turned my head away from the window before the guy stepped out of his car, and returned to glaring at my mother as she picked up all her bags and used her fingertips to get the door open.

"You must be Sonny, the sitter," she said with more relief. I rolled my eyes, watching her step aside so "Sonny" could walk in.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, my mouth almost gaping open as Sonny walked through the door.

Next Update: Nov/21. Thanks for reading