So what I'm thinking of doing for this is that I'm not so sure where it's going exactly, so I'll take your ideas! So now the warnings. And there are alot lol.
Warning: This is a Slash Fanfiction with Shotacon (whcih is like lolita but with boys not girls). This fiction has teenage angst, awkward gay thoughts, and all around good lemons with the trimmings lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. I also don't own anything else that is pop culture. And I don't condone sex with minors. This is pure fiction and considered a writers work of art!
Virginity Gone
Evan looked at his best friend. Randy was taller then him and more muscular. Hair was cut short, usually gelled to spike up in the front. Blue eyes were sparkingly with the haze of sleep. Evan admired the high cheek bones, the pouty lips, and the way his body curled up in sleep.
"Randy, get up, dammit!" Evan sighed again, tugging on the taller boy's arm. Randy grunted and sat up.
"I'm up, I'm up," Randy muttered to his best friend.
It was their first day of high school and Randy had slept over, since his aprents were on a business trip. To say they were nervous was a bit of an understatement. And Evan was worse than Randy. Mostly because he saw days of being pushed around. And that was only because of his small frame and the fact he hadn't hit the major part of puberty yet, unlike his his best friend. Evan's balls and dick grew, but he didn't have much pubic hair and his voice had yet to change. Randy had hit puberty over the summer, lucky bastard. But, now the blue eyes man even felt uncomfortable just changing infront of Evan. Akward times, Evan mused.
Randy stood and stretched his long body. Then he stumbled to the bathroom with a change of clothes to do his morning routine. Evan took that time to finish getting dressed in his favorite cargo pants and black vintage t-shirt. He hated being skinny. And the fact that he was wearing glasses didn't help. He looked so geeky. A whopping 4 feet 10 inches tall, 110 pounds of bone and skin. His smile was big, his eyes naturally wide and happy. But he wasn't ahppy! He hated how he looked. His mother said he was normal. Evan rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Late bloomer or not, he looked like a little kid. But he wasn't a little kid! He's 14 already!
"Matt! Randy! Breakfast!" Evan's mother yelled out from downstairs.
"Mom! Call me Evan! EVAN!" Evan yelled out the door of his room.
"I'll call you by your real name, Matthew!"
Evan scowled. Ever since he was 5, he wanted to change his name to Evan Bourne. Matthew Korklan was so cheesy and ugly. Evan Bourne sounded like a super hero. It sounded cool.
Just then Randy came out of the bathroom, yawning. He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a metalica t-shirt. He smirked at Evan in his usual way. "I don't think High school is ready for all this sexiness."
Evan laughed and shook his head. "You're an idiot," he said. Randy laughed.
They grabbed the rest of their stuff -Randy, a notebook and pen, Evan, his warn-out grey messanger bag. Then they headed downstairs, senses hit with the aroma of waffles and other amazing breakfast foods. At the table, sat Evan's mom and his brother Mike. "Where's dad?" Evan asked as he sat down.
"He had an early meeting today," Mrs. Korklan responded.
Both of Evan's parents were teachers. Mr. Korklan at a high school in the next district, while Mrs. Korklan taught at the middle school Evan and Randy had gone to, which is where Mike went still.
They ate with minor chatter, waffles and bacon going quickly, blueberry muffins glanced at with desire from 3 hungry teenage boys.
Randy was shovelling food into his mouth. He loved the way Mrs. Korklan cooked. Nothing was better than his own mother's food. But Evan's mom was sure a close second. Evan laughed at his friend. He made a comment towards the taller boy about not accidentally eating the plate. Randy glared at him before going back to enjoy his favorite meal of the day. Evan just laughed even more, causing Mike to snicker and Mrs. Korklan to giggle.
After eating, Mrs. Korklan drove the boys to school. Mindless chatter filled the car over the soft morning talk on the local radio stations. Evan's mom asked questions that could be considered a bit embarassing for those not used to it. Stuff like: "Do you ahve enough lunch money?" "Do you want more just in case you lose it, or there are bullies? I heard about high school bullies getting worse," "Did you wear clean underwear today boys?" "You guys brushed your teeth right? I don't want the teachers at your school thinking I can't raise my child," "Randy, you aren't shy to tell me if you need to talk about something? You know, I'll happily answer any uestions you have about homework or girls."
"Oh my god, Mom, stop already!" Evan cried.
"What?" Mrs. Korklan asked, Oblivious to the way all three boys were blushing and looking away. "I'm just making sure he knows that even though his parent's won't be back until friday, he can ask me whatever."
They pulled up to the high school at that moment. Evan sighed as he opened the door and gave a quick look at his mother. "Mom, you just asked us for an autobiography. We'll see you later."
Before entering the school, Randy texted his mother quickly, to tell her how he was. Then he looked down at Evan, who was blushing lightly from his mother's bombardment of questions. "Dude, your mom is nothing worse than my mom." Evan gave him an incredious look. It was like he hardly believed it. "Hey, she might act cool infront of you, but when you're not there, I feel like she will personally measure my pants to see if I need a belt or not."
Evan snickered. He patted Randy on the back. "That's tough." Randy made a face at him.
With that, the two freshman went indoors. They marveled at the way the lockers were blue and how the floors were already scoffed. The halls were packed with kids of all shapes and sizes. In middle school, everyone was pretty much the same size. But as Evan and Randy could see there were people in High school that were 6 feet tall or more and as short as Evan. Great, so now Evan was the bar line for short teenagers. But beyond that, the school looked just like any other school. Just bigger.
They followed the hoard of other freshman to a cork board near the main office with homeroom numbers. Scanning quickly through the list Randy found his name next to the number 409.
"I'm in advisary 409, you?" He asked looking at Evan.
Evan found his name then looked up at Randy grinning hugely. "Me too!"
"Sweet," Randy said as they gave a short high five. "Now let's go, I have a feeling walking up four flights of stairs and finding a classroom right now will take a while."
"Yeah, we better head up there now," Evan chuckled. Looking at the crowded hall ways.
Familiar sounds of school filled their ears as they made the way down the hall way. Girls were screaming and gishing about, hugging eachother. Guys were telling stories to their friends and trying to flirt with cute girls they hadn't notcied the year before. The door to the gym opened as they passed it. They dodged a big group of older teens. One looked at Evan and shook his head.
"Freshmeat get smaller and smaller each year," the kid said. His friends laughed with him, glancing back at Evan.
When Randy looked at his friend he noted the downcast look. Randy's eyes narrowed. He hated people who made fun of others for no reason but to make a joke. Evan was fine the way he was. That randy was sure of. He's known Evan so long that he may be the only one to actually call him Evan. They met in elementary school and they couldn't be any closer.
But they could be, Randy mused as he continued to walk to the stairs. Randy knew they could be closer, in a way that Randy thought about alot. But he could never tell Evan any of it. How could he tell his best friend that he thought he was cute and would love to kiss him and make him feel better when he was sad. That would scare the crap out of Evan. Heck it scared the crap out of Randy. These thoughts made him seriously wonder if he was gay or not. But when he looked at other guys, he felt nothing. Only for Evan.
The two boys saw friends from middle school on their way up to the fourth floor and a few girls came up to Randy and asked him how tall he was now.
"Wow, Randy you look really good," Stacey keibler said. She was chewing a peice of gum looking Randy up and down, her long legs shifting.
"Yeah, thanks," Randy muttered as he started walking away. That was awkward. Stacey was Randy's first kiss. But right after they went out for a few days, she broke up with him and started going out with someone else. She was such a slut, even in junior high. There ahd even been a rumour about her giving other guys head after school. And Randy wanted ntohing to do with her anymore than a hello.
By the time they got to the last floor, both boys were breathing heavy. "Holy Fuck, will we ever get used to that?" Evan panted pointing at the many stair steps they just traveled up. Randy just shrugged, trying to regain his composer. "Next time we skip out on breakfast."
Randy looked at him wide eyed. "Ev, don't even joke about that. Missing breakfast is like having my dick chopped off," He said in all seriousness. "I'll risk dying up those stairs if it means I can eat as much bacon and pancakes as I can"
Evan couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "If I ever find you dead on the stairs, I want you to know, I'll just walk right past you."
"Thanks alot," the taller man muttered.
They found the advisory room pretty quickly. It was the cooking room. That only made Randy happier. It was like he was in heaven, knowing that if he ever missed breakfast he could just make his own food there, even though, Evan mused, that would most likely get him in alot of shit.
The teacher sat behind the desk and when the bell rang closed the door. "I'm going to take attendance then pass out your schedules. If I say your name wrong correct me. I'll be your advisor for the next four years, I'm Mrs. L-"
Evan and Randy droned her out with mindless chatter. It was always the same speech.
"Matthew Korklan?" the woman asked. Evan raised his hand and answered with a smile. Randy snorted at the use of Evan's real name. The shorter friend glared at him.
The teacher continued, passing over names Evan and Randy remembered from middle school, like Jayson Paul (aka JTG), Melina Perez, Mike Mizanin.
"Randall Orton?" The teacher called. Evan tried to hold in his laughter, but it came out as a sort of choking sound mixed with a snort. Randy sent Evan a look that screamed kill but answered the teacher regardless. The advisor continued with the last name, "David Otunga?"
It took several minutes to pass out schedules and maps, then a few more minutes for the boys to check their classes and compare.
"Gym... Well that's better than nothing at all," Evan sighed.
Randy grinned like a snake. He loved gym class, It was the only class he actually excelled in. He looked over at Evan and snickered at the sour look. "You only hate gym because you can do those flips and jumps that you like so much."
Evan gave Randy a look and then nodded. "Yeah, well I think if they put a trampoline in the gym, I'd have a better time."
"Well, maybe you can do that if they make us take swim," Randy pointed out.
Then the bell rang. Evan and Randy left the class and saw they had to go separate ways. "I'll see you in lunch period?" randy said. Evan nodded and they went on their way.
John Cena walked out of his advisory and headed for his first class, math. He hated math, it was too boring. Couldn't he have gym class all day? Nope, that would be later on.
John had moved here in April, so he knew the school well enough, but it wasn't all familiar yet. But oddly enough, even though he was a new kid last year when he moved to Saint Louis from Massachusetts, he had become pretty well known, and quickly. He hung out with all the popular people. So as a popular senior, he had people slightly fear and admire him.
That made him so fustrated. He hated being looked up to. Who was he? Just a normal teenage guy, who loved playing football, and rapping. Sure he was 6 foot 1 and with blue eyes, a muscular build and a pair of dimples the girls loved. But that didn't make him anymore normal then the rest. Actually adding that to his questioning bi-sexuality, and that made John Cena weird. Who's ever heard of a Bisexual, white rapper, jock, with an affinity for being a great talker? It's not exactly the everyday sight.
And the group he hung out with were mostly a bunch of assholes who picked on people for their own pleasure. Like Teddy Dibiase and his long time girlfriend, Maryse Ouellet, the high school's top couple. They enjoyed flaunting teddy's wealth and had public displays of affection in front of poor underclassmen who admired Maryse's beauty. There was Stuart Bennett the overall bully and his crew of dim-witted lackies. But there were a few good guys. Like John Hennigan, a real pretty boy with hair down to his shoulders, and Ron Killings, John's rapping buddy. There are sweet girls too, but they barely have the patience to hang out with Maryse around. But there are days when the cooler chicks hung out with Cena, hennigan, and Killings. Like Elizabeth Carolan, the wrestling teams only girl.
But with John's time being majorly kept up by this crowd, he realized how som many of the guys and girls he hung out with were complete flakes and fakes.
That was the thought has he nodded hello to one of the guys in Stuart's group, Heath something or other. All John really knew about him was that he was two pigtails away from being the spokes girl for Wendy's and a few freckles away from being Pippy Longstocking's brother.
With out looking where he was going, a short kid bumped into him. Luckily it wasn't a brutal bump into eacother, taht both guys stayed satnding, only losing balance for a while.
Cena looked at the kid, who was pretty short compared to him. He had to be under 5 feet, with short brown hair and dark eyes.
"Sorry!" The kid apologized quickly.
"No problem, man," John smiled at the kid's nervous look. John could so tell this kid was a freshamn. "Just watch where you're going. You could bump into a door or a wall by the way you were going."
The kid chuckled and scratched his arm. "Yeah, I'll remember that." Then his eyes lit up and he grinned a feirce smile. "Hey, um can you tell me where class 311 is?"
John nodded pointing in the direction the kid had been walking to. "Yep, it's in the science department, down there. Should be on your right side."
"Thanks!" With that the kid was on his way.
John watched as he went, catching the name written in black marker on the mag hanging on the kid's side. Evan, huh? Well, John mused, Evan was pretty adorable.
Just as John had started his way back to math class. He saw a kid about as tall as he was, lean and devious looking, walking into the door of his destination.
Now, John knew he would be in a class of underclassmen, since the requirements for graduation were different then in his old school, so he had to take a course that was usually taken by freshman and sophmores. So, when he sat down in the back of the class, he was surrounded by chubby faced 14 and 15 year olds. The only Senior to spot. Next to him sat that kid he saw earlier.
The teacher took a quit attendance before going on to what the class was about. This tall freshman, Randy, was pretty cute too.
Two cute guys in one morning? Cena was in luck this year, apparently. Though he wouldn't tell that to any of his friends. But Evan and Randy. Now find himself a cute girl and John would be the happiest 17 year old bisexual football star to walk the earth. Or the only one, whatever fits.
So I should I continue? I kind of like this idea. I don't know. Anyone else I should put in this story? Maybe Edge? Yoshi? Natalya? idk, minor roles though.
Please tell me! I want to know what I should do~. Btw if you didn't get the ages it's Randy, Evan, Otunga, Miz are 14. Melena, JTG are 15. Cena, Dibiase, Morrison, Maryse, and R-truth are 17. Wade barrett and Beth Phenox are 18.
Um...oh and sorry this isn't betaed! next time it will be hopefully! Love Natsuki Lee