The Cast

The six boys walked into a big room where an adult man greeted them and invited them to sit down. The pale dark-headed boy and his Mexican-tanned skinned brother with shaggy brown hair sat down next to each other. They are followed by a set of blonde twins. They picked the two seats next to the younger brother. The two sets waved to each other. The last two boys, the older much tanner than the pale younger brother, sat in the last two seats.

"Welcome." The man stepped forward and sat in the final seat between the two oldest boys. "I'm Eric, your humble host. Each of your parents has sent you here to end your sexual depravity toward each other. I, myself, was in the position you all are in currently. However, I realized that it was because of a tragic situation I was a part of as a boy." He made a dramatic gesture. "Enough about me, let's hear more about the six of you. Introduce yourselves. Starting to my left."

The pale boy with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes started with a mild, timid wave. "Hi. I'm Justin Russo. Some of you already know me. I'm seventeen. I plan to be one of the greatest minds of the world and win the family—" He abruptly stopped and shook his head like he had seen his brother do a million times before. "What was I saying?"

"Oh, Justin! This place must really be getting to you." His brother saved him. "I'm Max. I'm fourteen. For about how smart he is, I'm that dumb."

"Stop it, Maxie!" Justin cried and playfully smacked his brother on the knee.

"Gentlemen. I'm going to have to ask you not to touch one another." Eric stood and gave both the boys a menacing look.

Justin giggled. "You're kidding."

"I don't kid. Ever." His crossed his arms to show how serious he was.

The twins shifted their weights in their chairs. And, the tannest guy in the room smirked and muttered, "Pathetic."

"Would you like to share with the class?" The twin with the skinnier face asked. His voice pierced through the air.

"Rodrick. Got a band. Loaded Diapers. Don't know why I'm here at all." He sounded dull and bored.

"Come on, Rodrick. This is completely your fault."

"I didn't leave your diary downstairs."

The mousy boy turned to the others in the room with a sour face. "Hi. I'm Greg. Rodrick is my brother who has developed this new game of pretending he didn't come into my room when I was eleven and fuck my brains out of me."

"At least he's gotten it," Cody whispered to Max.

Max's constipated confused look appeared on his face.

"You should love your brother," Justin began to preach.

"Banned word! There should be no use of the word love." Eric jumped in like a referee.

Max started to giggle. "We have to listen to a band geek." He slapped his knee like one of the old-time films showed when people laughed.

"Wrong band, genius," Greg said with a dull expression on his face.

"Back off," Justin growled.

"Are you turning into a wolf again?" Max asked very hushed.

"ENOUGH!" Eric roared. "You—" he pointed to Greg— "finish your introduction."

"I'm Greg, as I said, and I'm fourteen as well." His eyes locked on Max for a moment. "I want to be a writer when I grow up. Or develop games. My life is not completely run by sex. In fact, most of the time, I don't know when it's going to happen."

"Would you shut up?" Rodrick hissed. He wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. "Apparently, I'm the rapist, Rodrick—"

"I never said that." Greg's body slouched with his hurt.

Max stood up and ran over and hugged him. "It's okay, friend."

"NO TOUCHING!" Eric shouted.

Cody raised his hand like he was in class. But, he didn't wait to be called on like he normally would have. "Touching is an inherent part of human nature. If we six are all here to be supportive of each other, then touching is the most profound way to show such support."

"He's worried our touching is sexual," Justin retorted with a mocking tone.

"So, I shouldn't do this?" Zack reached over and grabbed the crotch of Greg's pants. It didn't seem he applied enough pressure to Greg's pants to actually touch him.

All the same, Eric looked like he was about to pass out. His face was drained of all color. A few sparkles and he might be a vampire.

"Zachery Martin!" Cody scolded him. "I'm Cody. He's Zack. We're both fifteen. He's got the guts. I've got the brains."

Max scuttled back to his seat.

"Why you here?" Rodrick asked and pulled his fingers to his mouth and faked smoking a cigarette.

"None your damned business." Both twins said.

"Language," Eric said but no one heard him because Rodrick continued.

"You just touched my brother's junk. Spill the beans." He put his feet up on Greg's knee.

"Listen guys, I've already helped teens like you change their ways." Eric dramatically gestured to a few pictures hanging on the wall where the tan flower-print paper was peeling away.

Most of the boys were too busy focusing on Rodrick's demon eyes, glaring at Zack.

"They weren't as crude of a group as you all are." He contemplated that for a moment. "Well, George was, but that's beside the point. Sam and Jay Guthrie are both with women now. And both very happy. Percy is still with a man, but he got away from his brother, George, who is still single. Such success. Now, we will split into two groups. Older brothers over there." He pointed to his right. "Younger brothers over here." He pointed to his left.