Disclaimer: I do not own Fantastic Four or any other Marvel character mentioned in this story.
Author Note: Hello everyone! This is a new Story I have been working on. It will be updated as much as possible and hopefully you guys will enjoy it. The rating IS M due to mentions of drugs, sex and alcohol. the first chapter is really to introduce the main character but there will be chapters dealing with the other characters shortly. i hope you like it! Please review!
A young man moved behind the bleachers and watched as the football team jogged to the field for practice. He used to be one of them out there, used to be in that crowd, and now he hated it all. The teen saw no point in doing something he hated anymore, he wasn't going to please his father. To him, his Father didn't really care what he wanted, in his mind it didn't matter. All his life he had tried to make his family happy with what he did, and lied to himself about who he was. Now it was his turn to be himself. He wasn't a football player, he wasn't that into sports. Yes, he was good at them and liked them as a kid, but he had grown out of it all. Not in his fathers eyes though.
Kielar Aaron Storm, the son of Johnny Storm, was not having a very good time. He hated being at school more than anything, especially after he had been in the hospital. The attempt at suicide had raised eyebrows and he was watched carefully for a few weeks before it all fell back into old routine, and he was alone again. Kielar hated that feeling. He hated being alone, hated that nobody stuck around. It was why he wanted to just leave. He wanted the pain to go away. He father was always gone, and his sister stopped being around so much. Kielat had never felt alone until they entered middle school. That was the first time he had tried, and it wasn't the last.
His twin sister Karla Anne Storm, was very popular in school. Now a senior she was one of the head cheerleaders. She loved the attention and got a lot of it. Kielar had been with her at games for the past three years with his role on the football team, but after he quit, the two had fallen further apart again. All those years of being close, all the time they spent together, knowing each other was slowly drifting away. Kielar hardly knew his sister at all anymore. He knew she was livid with him when he dyed his dirty blonde hair pitch black, and started wearing eyeliner. She questioned him constantly every time she saw him in tight jeans and form fitting tops. On top of that, she hated that he painted his nails.
It wasn't that he wanted the bad attention. No, it was simply because he wasn't the same person anymore. He wasn't the jock that everyone grew to know him as. No, he was someone completely different. Nobody knew this though, nobody ever gave him a chance after his knew look came about. He didn't care though, he hated school and wanted to get out as soon as possible. Kielar had a different dream other than playing college football, and that was singing. It was one thing he was truly passionate about, and his psychiatrist felt that him writing helped him.
Kielar knew that it was bad to rely on knowing people. It was really the last thing he had ever wanted to do. But being exposed to the press at a young age was both a blessing and a curse. He had always loved the attention. Kielar absolutely adored taking pictures, and if the camera's would stop, he always asked for more. It wasn't difficult for him, everyone already knew who he was. All he had to do now was prove that he could sing, being in the high school though was slowing him down.
It made him angry to watch them play football. It made him angry seeing the cheerleaders laugh and torture other females in the school and it pissed him off to see jocks messing with the guys. It was as though nobody cared what they did to others. He hated it all, and he hated himself for being one of those people before. Now though, he was one who was messed with, it was very rare though due to them knowing. They knew exactly what Kielar would do to them because they had been friends with him, and Kielar had a temper getting on his bad side was not something most wanted to do. Hell not even his family wanted to piss him off most of the time.
Kielar watched the team practice and shook his head, walking towards the parking lot. He had two classes left, but he wasn't planning on going. He just didn't feel like it, so instead he left. He didn't want to waste the teachers time, and hell it was a waste of his time as well. He had better things to do with his time, and he knew there was a an opening at a small café for people to perform. The owners knew him quite well, and the people who frequented the diner knew him as well. He had been there since he was a kid, going with his Dad and sister, before everything had turned.
The teen clicked on the radio just in time to hear the end of a song and then the voice that followed. "that was Fading Away by the German Band Affliction . They're English debut! October 15th they are starting their American tour. We'll have free tickets for you tomorrow morning! Stay tuned for more details."
Kielar sighed and kept driving until he reached the diner. It was newer looking now, expanded, but as a child it had been small and run down. The food was amazing, and that had been their family get together once a week so they could spend time together. When the place had been close to shutting down, Kielar and Karla begged their dad to help them keep it open. After months of reconstruction it had reopened and received so much more business. It had been something Kielar was actually happy about, and though his family didn't meet up every week anymore, he still went.
"Kielar!" Olivia said excited to see the young man. She had worked in the diner since he was just a small boy. She was older now, in her mid sixties, but she continued to work at the diner because it was where everyone went, some often called her grandma, the younger children. She knew everyone that came in and out frequently, and was there to welcome the travelers. The woman moved to the teenager and hugged him tightly. "I didn't know if you were coming this week." she smiled. "You are looking so much better, and look at your hair." Olivia pulled on it a bit. "Did you steal your sisters eyeliner? And what did you do to your nails Kielar Aaron!"
"I just wanted something different." he answered kissing her cheek. 'Do you need any help around here?"
"Don't you dare think I don't realize where you're supposed to be Youngman, I am not stupid. You skip your last few classes everyday. Johnny called me." Kielar sighed as she spoke. He knew his father would call her, at least he should have.. Kielar ran a hand through his black hair. "Kielar he's worried about you. He said he never see's you anymore and you stay in your room when you are home. Is something wrong? You know you can tell me."
"I'm fine." He gave her a reassuring smile as he moved behind the counter. "The old man just worries too much Mrs. Olivia. Don't worry, I'm not falling into old habits."
"Of course not, your just picking up new ones aren't you?" Olivia gave him a smile. "Just know anytime you need me, I will listen, and everything will stay between us unless said otherwise. I just don't want to see you in that hospital again."
"You won't, don't worry" Kielar gave her a reassuring smile as he wiped a cup and stacked it.