Randy awoke slowly as he always did, because he was never sure of the environment that was around him, and he couldn't be too careful when dealing with the men that his mother had around. As he opened his eyes and looked around the sun drenched room he realized he was perfectly safe. There wasn't any broken glass on the floor, he didn't smell any alcohol in the air, and he didn't feel as if there was a darkness looming in the room. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that once in his life he woke up to perfect silence and today was the first day that he was going to school. This wasn't something that Randy was looking forward to, because he has been to so many schools for short periods of time. He always seemed to have made friends right when he and his mother have to leave again, but Randy knew that this place was different and that this place would be a place that they could stay in for a longer time. He trusted what his mother had told him about the police being more relaxed on the prostitution laws. He hoped that the police wouldn't bust them again, and he really didn't want to leave Steve or any other people he was bound to meet here. He thought he finally found a place where he belonged a place where he could roam free without worry of abuse or hatred. Matthew had promised him that he would protect him, and Randy never really fell in love with people. He had friends and he cared about people, but never really fell in love with them. He thought he was incapable of loving because of how many times people have told him they loved him and stuff. He knew this was different though. He knew this love was the kind of love they make movies out of, and he didn't want to lose it.
Randy slowly got out of bed as he noticed that he hadn't seen his bed room since they got here. He looked around and saw posters of popular bands, actors, and video games up. Randy rolled his eyes, because this was his mother's attempt to make their family seem normal. Even though he knew for a fact that his family wasn't normal, and they never would be normal no matter how hard his mother tried to convince other people it was. She put up things she probably found online or the bedrooms of other boys that she had seen. He wondered where she got the money to afford all of this. He remembered that she didn't have to pay for a taxi, because of what she allowed happen, and he was never going to let that go. He couldn't understand why she wouldn't just pay the man instead of offering him as a bartering item. He was a human being and he deserved the love and devotion like any other child. He didn't deserve the pain she put him through and he really hated her, and at the same time he still loved her, because she was able to provide for him and do everything she had to make sure he was happy, but he wasn't happy. He could never be happy in a household where he had to worry about getting hit, had to worry about the police, and worrying about getting hurt. He was far from happy, and he would've killed himself if he hadn't met Matthew. Matthew was the one, who saved him, and Matthew was the one who understood him and he wouldn't leave him.
He stood up and stretched a bit before looking around his room more, and it was painted this soft beautiful blue color. Blue had always been Randy's favorite color and he was amazed that his mother even knew that because she usually never knew anything about him. He smiled a bit before he exited the kitchen to find him confronted by a delicious smell of Eggs, Bacon, pancakes, hash browns, coffee, and Orange juice. His eyes widened because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before him was a table full of breakfast and he couldn't actually believe it, because his mother never cooked and she especially never cooked breakfast. He was about to think that his mother had changed before he heard a loud snoring sound from behind him and he silently crept over to his mom's room to she was still asleep. He was confused, because he couldn't imagine that she woke up and made him breakfast before going back to sleep. He noticed a note on the table and he walked over and picked it up as he slowly read it. It explained how the meal was free and was part of the hotel's excellent service. Randy sighed and knew it was too good to be true. He knew his mother wouldn't have changed so easily, and he sighed as he slowly sat down at the table and began to eat.
He hadn't eaten like this in a while, and he felt so happy that he was able to stop being hungry for once in his life. He first dove into the pancakes and thought they were unbelievably soft and delicious, and then he ate some of the bacons and has browns and thought they were equally as delicious. Normally he never had enough food to eat, and felt like he was always hungry. He smiled as he finished up his breakfast, and he decided that he should probably go and take a shower, because he hadn't showered in a while. He entered the very clean new bathroom and turned on the shower before he walked over to the door and locked it. He always locked the door when he showered, and he slowly took of his clothes before stepping under the warm water and he thought he should at least try to have fun at school today. He promised himself that he wouldn't get into any fights, and he promised himself that he wouldn't try to piss any people off. He had just moved here and he wasn't looking to make enemies, but somehow trouble was always attracted to him. Most of the time it wasn't his fault, but some of the time it was, and it wasn't like he meant to get into fights, but it somehow always occurred. Someone would say the wrong thing to him, and it would just set him off in a rage of blind fury. He never lost a fight he got into, but he only got into fights that he knew he could win. It was a trick his mother taught him.
She told him that you should never fight people you know you'll lose against, and even thought he was provoked by a large kid he wouldn't engage because he would get beaten easily. He sighed as he got out of the shower and began drying himself off. He looked at the clock and he was supposed to meet Matthew in the lobby in ten minutes, and he didn't want to be late for that. He wanted to wear something that was cute, but not too revealing that he would be called a slut. He put on a pair of black basketball shorts, because it was pretty warm outside. He put on a light blue v-neck t-shirt with a light blue light flannel over it. He also wore a pair of black converse shoes. He thought he looked very stylish and he smiled himself in the mirror before leaving his bedroom, grabbing his backpack, leaving the hotel, and entering the elevator. He went over the promises he made to himself about this new school. He promised himself not to fight, not to piss someone off, and not to get in trouble. His mother would be furious if she had to come down the school and talk to the principal. His name was Randy Little and he was from Austin Texas. He had to remember that.
He left the elevator and entered the lobby and found that the hotel was rather busy in the morning. As he stepped out he saw people rushing around, and people rushing out as the same time. He saw maids, bellhops, and people who planned to stay in the hotel all moving around him. He looked at his phone and realized it was only 6:30 in the morning. He wondered why there were so many damn people there that early in the morning. He tried to make his way through the crowds and found it more and more difficult, because people would stop and talk on their cell phones and then some people would be confused and Randy somehow was able to make his way to the front door and he saw Matthew standing before him. He has never looked more beautiful in his life. He was wearing a button down striped shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and some Osiris skater shoes. He looked very sexy to Randy's standards.
"Oh there you are. I was beginning to think that you would never show up," Matthew said smiling as Randy approached giving him a pitiful expression
"Sorry for holding you up, but these crowds are unbelievable for a hotel this early in the morning," Randy explained as he looked down with dismay. Matthew could tell he was obviously tired.
"I'm guessing you haven't slept like that in years," Matthew said and Randy looked up at him as Matthew gave him a reassuring smile, "It's alright. I used to have trouble sleeping too."
"Yeah, I usually never got to sleep. My mom was always busy with work and it always kept me up and even when she wasn't working the nightmares of when she did would still haunt me," Randy said and Matthew gave him an odd look.
"Your mom's work gave you nightmares? What does your mother do besides sing anyway? I can't imagine many jobs would give a child bad nightmares," Matthew asked chuckling at the idea of someone's job giving them nightmares.
"Oh, um she works in the management of funerals. Those things can't haunt a child's dreams," Randy said trying to avoid the fact that his mother was a prostitute, because he was sure that can kill a friendship and a relationship rather quickly.
"Oh that does sound scary. So, um, I have to ask you something before we go, Randy," Matthew said as Randy looked at him and Randy saw that Matthew was beginning to become red in the face and obviously nervous.
"What is it?" Randy responded quickly, because he knew where this was going, and he knew he wanted it to go this way.
"Well, um, are we dating or are we just friends who happen to kiss each other?" Matthew said quickly and Randy chuckled to himself as he looked at Matthew.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Randy asked and Matthew's eyes lit up.
"Yes! I mean, if you want me to," Matthew said excitedly before calming down and answering with a cool demeanor.
"Yes, I do, but I have a few things. Don't try to contact me late at night, don't come too early in the morning, and don't ask my mom any personal questions," Randy said to him as he did to all of his friends he made in the past.
"Sure, but why those specific three reasons, because they're awfully specific," Matthew asked and Randy sighed as he crossed his arms.
"I've moved around a lot and I decided that this was the easiest and most painless way of doing things, and I understand your confusion, but please accept my rules," Randy explained and Matthew didn't really want to question him, because he didn't have the right to.
"Alright, well we should head to school. It isn't a long walk. Is it alright if I hold your hands? I don't mind walking into school holding hands," Matthew said and Randy took his hand as they left the building.
They exited the hotel and it was a beautiful day outside a really beautiful day and Randy thought that this could be the first day of his new life. He was holding the hand of his boyfriend and he was in a new town and starting a new life. Nothing could possibly make this better, but he knew it would be better if his mother didn't have to prostitute herself and he wouldn't have to do it either, but he wouldn't tell Matthew that because he would try to stop Randy and he had to do this to support his 'family'. As they walked down the street people began staring at them holding hands, and it wasn't like they disapproved of it, but more like they were surprised to see it in two young people. It was the first time Randy had to hold a guy's hand in public, because he's had to do a lot of stuff to a lot of people, and he isn't proud of his past, but he had learn to become unaware of what people say around him. Matthew was more aware of what people were doing, but Randy gave him a supportive look telling him it was okay what they were doing.
They finally got to the school and Randy was surprised to see it was a school. He had never been to a school that wasn't on a lot of its own. He thought it was amazing, and he guessed anything was possible in Vegas. He didn't know what this school was going to be like or if he even was going to belong, because he's never been really good at fitting in. He always tried to be nice to people, but he always somehow fucked it up before he could actually make a connection, and hopefully with Matthew at his side he'll be able to do what he's always wanted to do. They stopped in front of the school doors and slowly walked in.
(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, wanted to work on Blaze. READ AND REVIEW)