Post WW2, an era when no one talked about their problems, helicopter parenting was not part of the norm, teens and kids were wild and greasers popped up. We're gonna be looking at a romance taking place in a Texas mountain town.

June 1st 1950, Bluebelle, Duro Palo Canyon, Texas.

A boy was at the library and tried looking for some books. He was 17 years old, 5ft11, and had a pretty, feminine, androgynous appearance. He wore rinse wash Levi's 501s and a white button up shirt tucked in, his jeans weren't cuffed, only slightly stacked over black cowboy boots with slick leather soles. He wore a Navy blue waistcoat over the shirt and he had a switchblade knife in his back pocket, 9 inches overall. He had Icy blue eyes and wavy platinum blonde hair with tea green streaks reaching half his waist. His bangs were parted a bit and covered his right eye. His appearance and androgyny made him look very mysterious.

Another boy was there, he was 16 and 5ft5. He also had a rather androgynous appearance with a very slightly less girly look. He has short orange hair with salmon undertones that flares out and point upwards. His eyebrows have the same amaranth color and he has light green eyes. He said wore a red work shirt underneath dark blue overalls and white converse high tops. His parents had been killed recently and he was looking for a home in bluebell.

The feminine boys were close to meeting. As the fiery-haired boy ran, he bumped into the boy with Platinum blonde hair. He looked at the boy and his heart started to throb, he thought that the more feminine boy was cute. The feminine boy flipped her hair and asked, "Hey! Where're you goin'?" His southern accent was smooth and calming.

"My parents died and I need somewhere to live...", he said.

The feminine boy understood, "C'mon with me, sugah'.", he smiled. He then asked, "What's your name, hun?"

He blushed, "Andreas O'Neill..."

"Delta Cavendish."

Andreas blushed even more, "So cute...," he thought. Delta helped him up and Andreas thought, "Oh my god, his hands are so soft!"

Andreas's heart throbbed and he held Delta's hand. Delta asked, "Sweetie, please don't."

They walked to Delta's house and his mom was there sitting on the couch. She was a beautiful woman with long and wavy platinum blonde hair with tea green streaks in a ponytail and her bangs were parted. She was very beautiful for age 39 and she had DD cups. She asked, "How's your day, sweetie?" Like her son, she had a southern accent and greatly resembled him.

Delta answered, "Pretty good, momma. Oh yeah, here's Andreas O'Neill."

Mrs. Cavendish showed Andreas around his room while Delta took off his boots. Andreas thought, "T-Two Deltas?!", he was completely flustered and blushed heavily.

Andreas found out was gonna sleep with Delta and smiled. He imagined the both of them cuddling. Delta was about to take a nap when Andreas entered their bedroom. Delta took off his waistcoat and shirt, revealing his slightly muscular body. Andreas blushed heavily and his heart started to throb. He pinned Delta against the bed and the latter felt Andreas's chest, "His hearts racing, why?" Andreas got off and was completely flustered. Delta wondered about his sexual advances.

Monday

Mrs. Cavendish was cooking breakfast when she shouted, "Y'all come down for breakfast!" The two boys were ready by the time they entered the kitchen. As they ate the pancakes, Mrs. Cavendish asked, "So Andreas, darlin', where did you live before coming here?"

"I was born in Ireland on Saint Patrick's day in '34. I'm 16 now."

Mrs. Cavendish chuckled, "I was born in Anglia, my hubby was too. Delta was born here and we picked up the Southern drawl quickly."

Andreas blushed heavily and thought, "Oh my god, I did the right thing moving here!"

Delta and Andreas were at the bar having some coke and the latter felt fuzzy from being near the former. Andreas held Delta's hand and a couple of 21 year old greasers laughed, one of them said, "Hey, the kid with weird hair is blushing while holding the hands of a tranny! What a fruit."

The bartender and the other greasers laughed. The greasers wore slicked back hair, 118, and 618 perfecto jackets and jeans cuffed over engineer boots. Delta yelled, "All y'all hush yo mouth!"

The leader asked, "Or what, cowboy?"

Delta leaned back and kicked the lead greaser. The bartender yelled, "Take it outside!"

The lead greaser chased the boys around town and they stopped at front of the police station. The officer asked, "What are you boys doing?"

The greasers said innocently, "Just playing tag..."

Delta and Andreas managed to escape and arrived at the bar where they started. They bumped into more greasers and fled again.

Delta panted as they arrived at central park, "Good lawd, that was close!" Andreas sighed, "Yeah, I nearly got killed."

They arrived back home and Delta took off his shirt again in front of Andreas. He was sweaty from all the running. He took off his boots and lied down on the bed. He sighed, "Hey sugar cube, come on and lie down with me."

He did so, and Delta kissed him on the lips, Andreas blushed heavily, flustered. Their lips disconnected and Delta sensually breathed heavily, "Was that too much sugar fo' you?"

Andreas blushed heavily, "No..."

Delta felt surprised that he made sexual contact with his adoptive brother. He thought, "Oh god! Oh my lawd! He's so cute!"

Delta blushed heavily, thinking that he himself was gay(Note: Delta is a female-leaning Bisexual as he had many sexual encounters with women when he turned 16, though he uses condoms rather than bareback.)

Andreas mumbled about Delta's soft, hot lips and felt tingly.