Hey there people about to read my deliciously twisted, yet distastefully endearing story. I hope when you read this you are horrified and enticed, hate it but secretly love it. I know that's how I felt as my fingers flew across the laptop keys, anxious to get the words out before they disappeared. This is my first chapter but I am immediately uploading the second right after. But if this first really wants you to click the next chapter button, please tell me. Flames welcome, I'll take them as constructive criticism. Oh and this contains homosexuality. A lot of it. Usually people would say "Don't like, don't read". I welcome you to, perhaps you will rather enjoy it. ;]
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"Honey, Howard and I are leaving. We'll be back in a few hours so don't fight with your brother, okay," my mother yelled from downstairs. I was playing Metroid Prime on my GameCube but I quickly threw down the remote and ran downstairs. Howard was helping my mother into her coat and Griffin was standing there complaining to her.
"…and if he bothers me he's not allowed to play video games? I think that would make him leave me alone and," he heard me and looked over. My mother gave him a smile.
"I'm sure he won't bother you. Honestly your only two years apart, I don't see why you guys don't get along." She sighed, "Well, we've got to be going so I'll say it again; Don't bother each other."
"We'll see you guys later," Howard said, "bye." They headed out the door. I started to panic. I couldn't be left alone with him, not again.
"Wa-wait," my voice cracked and I cleared my throat, "mom, can I go with you guys, please?" I looked up at her hopeful. I wish I could tell her why I wanted to go so bad, why I couldn't stand the sight of myself, why I couldn't look Griffin in the face.
" But you always go with us. Don't you think that we like to do things by ourselves once in a while?" She looked down at me, frowning. I knew they should have some alone time and I knew that they were getting annoyed with me. I felt tears starting to form so I quickly said,
"Okay,"put my head down and ran back upstairs to my room and slammed the door. I flung myself onto my Star Trek bed sheets and sobbed into my Spock pillow. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. NERD! Well, I don't care. I happen to adore Star Trek a great deal and wish that I was with Spock and Kirk instead of here with him.
And as I laid there crying I thought about what it would be like to be in Star Trek, what it would be like to go on adventures to different planets and whatnot. Soon my cries turned into sniffling then ceased altogether as I fantasized about myself. But all too quickly I was ripped back to the reality with a subtle yet sinister knock on my door.