Yay! My new story. I have another akuroku, that OWNS this, by so much. I love it. Its completely in character, and I'm actually writing how I like too, but at the moment, I can't post it. Its on another one of my laptops, thats broken. Ugh. So, I'm putting this one up. Its not exactly how I write, but whatever.
I'm kind of disappointed in this chapter. I don't really like it, but, do you?
AT THE MOMENT THERE IS NOT A LOT OF THINKING OR TALKING, BUT THAT WILL CHANGE IN CHAPTER TWO. I swear, I'm not this boring. But it was totally necessary for this first chapter. It will get better.
Warnings: In this story there will be mentioning of: Drugs, sex, cursing, racism, sexist, violence, boy on boy, prejudice, and more. This may sound bad, but it's not. :p
Roxas Romenda always lived in his well structured life that his father had organized for him. He was going to be shipped off to war when he turned eighteen, serve his duty, become a general just like his father, and then be a well respected Veteran with the trophy wife and children. Then his children, which would be male, would then do exactly the same and make the Romenda family proud. There was no space for extra details, no little tweaks, and defiantly no changes. The Romenda men all followed this line, and they did it without a word of complaint. Roxas would be no exception.
But, no Romenda had ever had to deal with him.
"So Roxas, your eighteenth birthday will be coming up in a few months, are you prepared for the war?" Putting down his paper, Mr.Romenda landed his stern gaze on his only son, Roxas, who sat at the end of the table eating his breakfast.
"A little, sir." Roxas said, setting his fork down and making eye contact with his father. Just like he was taught to. When being spoken too, make eye contact. One of the very many rules in the family. No, I haven't, SIR. I've actually been thinking of ways to escape and live as one of those hippies. Roxas smirked a little at his thoughts. Him? A hippie, yeah right. There was more chance of him being HAPPY about fighting in the Vietnam War.
"A little? Roxas, you should be thinking about this every second of the day. Don't you want to make me proud?" Mr.Romenda said, but this wasn't a question. Roxas felt his gaze shift to the table, and mumbled, of course, before getting up and putting his plate in the sink.
"I'm ready for school." Roxas looked at his father, waiting for him to get up and drive him. Seeing his dad get up, Roxas walked out of the house and to the shared family car. This is ridiculous, I shouldn't have to fight if I don't want too. I'll sign up to be drafted, but I shouldn't be forced. Kicking a pebble, Roxas examined his street.
Every house looked the same, and every lawn. Each home had a car parked out in front of it. Perfectly constructed decorations, the American dream. A refrigerator in every house, a car in every garage. The typical American followed this. Most men went to war, some never came back. Women stayed at home and took care of the children. And most people didn't have a problem with this. Except Roxas. He didn't want to be like everyone, a mindless robot. He wanted to do something with his life. Be happy, and do what he wanted. No doubt he wanted to fight for his country in the war, but, that wasn't what his heart said. Thats what his father said.
Roxas sat in front seat of his car with his dad, watching numerous objects fly by like he was in a time machine. Everyone looked the same, just like everyday.
"Fuck!" Roxas flew forward at the force of the breaks being slammed down on, the car coming to a sudden stop.
"Dad!?" Roxas looked around in a hurry, curious at the sudden stop. What's going on? And then he saw it. The thing that would change his life, forever.
A group of protesters were making their way across the street, moving slowly. Signs were in the air, chanting was booming out of the people, and Roxas was shocked. Sure, he had seen protesters before, but never like this. These were.. were hippies! Bell bottom jeans covered in patches, vests, peace signs, tie dye was all over the place! And, what was that smell? It smelt like a odd herb, and it was gross.
One hippie caught Roxas eye more then any of them. It was a boy. Likely twenty years old, he was obviously shouting loudly, but with a smile on his face. Roxas eyes got a little bigger when he saw his sign that boldly said, "BOMBING FOR PEACE IS LIKE FUCKING FOR VIRGINITY". His hair was the reddest ever, and Roxas had to wonder if it was natural. And his eyes! He could see them from his car! Roxas was slightly jealous, he would never be allowed to look like that. Not like he wanted to or anything! Who would want to wear those tight jeans with one to many patches on them. And that horrid tie dye vest, the peace sign neckless, and, he wasn't even wearing shoes! Who in their right mind wouldn't ware shoes when you're walking down the street? Roxas Romenda was certainly NOT jealous of the absurd hippie who was almost all the way across the street by now.
"Look at that Roxas, those disgusting people." Roxas looked at his dad, who had the look of utter hate on his face. "They have no right to march around and talk about war like that. War is a thing of life! And them and they're fucking protesting isn't going to do shit. They're all lucky I don't get out of this car and kick all their asses. Look at that little fag over there!" Roxas flinched, he hated that word. But, he looked to wear his dad was looking and saw a blond kid with a mullet skipping down the street, his hand enclosed around a silent boys, both sharing a sign that said, "THE ONLY WARS THAT SHOULD BE GOING ON ARE IN YOUR PANTS" They're signs are the most outrageous things I've ever seen.
"He doesn't look that bad." Opps. Mr.Romanda's head snapped to look at Roxas, fire in his eyes.
"Those are the people we despise Roxas. We are pro war, and always will be. If you ever see kids like that, I expect you to either make fun of them, or go the other way. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Roxas always walked home after school. It was his time to think, to open his mind. And all he could think of was the protectors. He had seen hippies before. It was the 1960's. They were all over the place. But, it seemed like Roxas never saw any. Everyone once in a while he might see one or two, but never a whole group of them. They were so interesting. And daring. They didn't have to be controlled by someone like his dad. The complete control freak who was one of the biggest war supporters in the United States.
It's fine, in a few months I'll be off to war. I can be away from dad, and just live. Well, as much as living while trying to not get shot as you can. Roxas rolled his eyes and waved to one of his neighbors. He would be coming up on his street any minute. He's not that bad. He means well. But, good god man! Every word that comes out of your mouth is, blahblahwarwarwarblahblahwarblahwar. Laughing slightly Roxas adjusted his bag.
In the vary back of his mind he could hear something, something strange. It sounded like music, music he had never heard before. "Close your eyes and I'll kiss you." What the? "Tomorrow I'll miss you" The music was getting closer and closer. "Remember I'll always be true" Turning around, Roxas eyes grew to the size of watermelons.
Rolling down the street was a Volkswagen. Completely covered in colorful paint. Flowers, peace signs, rainbows, bumber stickers, swirls, words like LOVE. Everything you could imagine. All on this one van. Oh, my, god. What is that thing? Roxas could hear the strange music was coming from this van, and he could slightly make out a figure dancing in the front seat. Most likely just wanting to get into a car accident.
Not wanting to be seen, Roxas quickly turned on his foot and made his way down the road. The bus went right by him, and Roxas tried not to look at it. But then it stopped. Just a few feet in front of him. Just keep walking Roxas, they want nothing to do with you. As he passed by one of the windows, it rolled down. Damn, damn, damn! Smoke rolled out of the window, and Roxas was puzzled. Someone popped up and smiled down at Roxas. He couldn't believe it, it was that man! The one from this morning.
Roxas starred up at him, confused. My dads not going to like this. The man in the window wore a headband around his head, and no shirt. That made Roxas nervous.
"Hey kid, do you know where 30th street is?" His voice was deep and coy. Oh my god, maybe if I ignore him he'll leave. But that didnt happen. Even as Roxas just looked at him like a fish out of water.
"Uh. Its down this road about five minutes." Roxas said, his voice cracking. The red head laughed, and grinned.
"Awesome, peace." The blonde from before popped up next to him, and they gave him the peace sign before they headed down the road, leaving Roxas on the curb, staring at nothing.
"So, Roxas, how was school today?" Roxas sat at the table at dinner time, eating silently.
"Uhm, it was okay. Interesting." There was noway he was going to tell them about what happened after school. I mean, what were the chances of him ever even seeing them again, anyway? Pretty much zero.
"Thats nice." Mr.Romenda said, "Anyway, dear, you won't believe how ignorant people are these days." He turned his attention to Roxas's mom. "This group of hippies were protesting right in the middle of the street today. I'm getting so sick of this. We need to do something about these kids."
"You're so right, I'm so glad you didn't turn out that way, Roxas." She smiled at Roxas across the table, who didn't get the chance to say anything.
"Of course he's not. No son of mine will even be two feet around a kid like them. But of course we don't have to worry about anything like that around here."
Thats what you think. Roxas thought, before his mind drifted out to the flamboyant kids once again.
Okay, there you go! Haha, IT GETS BETTER!
If you haven't figured it out, this takes place around the Vietnam war, in the 1960's. I know, it sounds so boring, but this will be the most epic thing ever. No joke. :D
Tell me what you think! REVIEWWW. I adore them, and reply to most people. I really want to know what you think of the first chapter. I know it sounds like shit, but, blah.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes I didn't catch, its late. :p
By the way, if you read Alphabet Street, I'm sorry about the small delay in the follow up getting poster. It will be up ASAP!
