DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making anymoney of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
Another Authors Note: Ok, the way I discribe Slash in here is my own opinion so please don't shoot me. I don't care if you agree with me or not, but these guys are characters from a game and are open to interpritation.
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It only took him about five minutes to show, I think he has some sort of sixth sence or something. He sat down beside me, as usual, and looked straight ahead. I contineued to stare at the sky.
"Your parents called me, their worried" so thats how he new. I just shrug. Right now I don't really care how my parents feel. He lays down beside me in the snow. because there isn't much room on this little ledge he is pretty close to me, I hardly notice.
"Why do things alway go wrong when everything seems to be ok?" I ask, I don't really know why, I guess I am just looking for an answer to why my family is falling apart.
"I guess so life isn't too easy," he replies. That makes me think of the last time the two of us where here, everything was backwards. He was the one that needed support. He knows what it is like to need someone who understands, but have no one around. Last time he came out to me. I haven't really thought much about it, and I'm not sure why I would start now.
"My folks are getting a devorce," I say, he looks at me. I know what he's thinking.
"But haven't they been together like 15 year or something?" he askes.
"16, they got married just befor I was born at my grandad's order" I push my self up into a sitting positionand look down at my feet.
"Well I guess they got sick of each other. I mean it took 16 years for us to get sick of Linda, right?" I give him an odd look.
"Acctually," I say "I got sick of Linda pretty quick, but she is a friend" I feel my anger start to subside. I begin to realize that thinking they should stay together because of me is a little selfish. I lean my head against his shoulder and he holds my, just like always. I cry. Nothing new for me, he just sits there hugging me untill I calm down. I know my life is falling around me and it hurts, and I know there is nothing I can do to stop any of it. I raise my head, but he doesn't let go of me. What he does next is a surprise though. He kisses me. I stiffen a little at first, but the feel of his lips on mine is too inticeing to pull back. I have been kissed befor, but never by another guy. Finally he pulls back and lets go of me.
"Sorry," He blushes and looks down at his hands. I am suddenly aware of how close he really is. Looking at him sideways I notice how cute he really is, then quickly dismiss the though.
"I should go, my parents are worried," I stand up quickly an leave.
I walk home despite the fact that I have my snowboard with me. I need time to think. Right know things are just to out of control for me. All I know right now is that my parents are splitting up and I am angry about that, and that my best guy friend just kissed me. And I enjoyed it. Once at home, I apologize to my parents for running off and head up to my room.
My room isn't what you'd excpect it to be. Sure there are some snowboard thing around, but a persons room refects their whole personality, and snowboarding is just part of mine. Everything is, as expected by my friends and parents, immacuately clean the bed is made, the desk is organize and there isn't a speck of dust anywhere. The bookshelf hold the part of me that most people don't know about. It is pack with books, fiction like Ann Rice and Stephen King, I have The Hobbit and all three Lord Of the Rings. There is Fact, books about pretty much everything, including a set of encyclopedia that gets enough use that it could rival my snowboard. On the top shelf is what seems to scare people the most, I have every single play and sonnet written by William Shakespeare. I turn on my CD player and lay on my bed, we don't get much of a radio reception up here so I just by CD's of people I know I like, no just what is in at the time. Most of them are soundtracks of movies I've seen. Rolling onto my stomach I reach under my bed and pull out a box, I open it at pull out a journal, a journal that my dad would probably disown me for it he ever read it. It has everything thing in it from the time Tommy and I swiped the pricipals toupe and dyed it pink to when Linda an I fooled around in her room when her folks where away. And now it will have the time when I was kisses by my best friend. I begin to write.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
Another Authors Note: Ok, the way I discribe Slash in here is my own opinion so please don't shoot me. I don't care if you agree with me or not, but these guys are characters from a game and are open to interpritation.
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It only took him about five minutes to show, I think he has some sort of sixth sence or something. He sat down beside me, as usual, and looked straight ahead. I contineued to stare at the sky.
"Your parents called me, their worried" so thats how he new. I just shrug. Right now I don't really care how my parents feel. He lays down beside me in the snow. because there isn't much room on this little ledge he is pretty close to me, I hardly notice.
"Why do things alway go wrong when everything seems to be ok?" I ask, I don't really know why, I guess I am just looking for an answer to why my family is falling apart.
"I guess so life isn't too easy," he replies. That makes me think of the last time the two of us where here, everything was backwards. He was the one that needed support. He knows what it is like to need someone who understands, but have no one around. Last time he came out to me. I haven't really thought much about it, and I'm not sure why I would start now.
"My folks are getting a devorce," I say, he looks at me. I know what he's thinking.
"But haven't they been together like 15 year or something?" he askes.
"16, they got married just befor I was born at my grandad's order" I push my self up into a sitting positionand look down at my feet.
"Well I guess they got sick of each other. I mean it took 16 years for us to get sick of Linda, right?" I give him an odd look.
"Acctually," I say "I got sick of Linda pretty quick, but she is a friend" I feel my anger start to subside. I begin to realize that thinking they should stay together because of me is a little selfish. I lean my head against his shoulder and he holds my, just like always. I cry. Nothing new for me, he just sits there hugging me untill I calm down. I know my life is falling around me and it hurts, and I know there is nothing I can do to stop any of it. I raise my head, but he doesn't let go of me. What he does next is a surprise though. He kisses me. I stiffen a little at first, but the feel of his lips on mine is too inticeing to pull back. I have been kissed befor, but never by another guy. Finally he pulls back and lets go of me.
"Sorry," He blushes and looks down at his hands. I am suddenly aware of how close he really is. Looking at him sideways I notice how cute he really is, then quickly dismiss the though.
"I should go, my parents are worried," I stand up quickly an leave.
I walk home despite the fact that I have my snowboard with me. I need time to think. Right know things are just to out of control for me. All I know right now is that my parents are splitting up and I am angry about that, and that my best guy friend just kissed me. And I enjoyed it. Once at home, I apologize to my parents for running off and head up to my room.
My room isn't what you'd excpect it to be. Sure there are some snowboard thing around, but a persons room refects their whole personality, and snowboarding is just part of mine. Everything is, as expected by my friends and parents, immacuately clean the bed is made, the desk is organize and there isn't a speck of dust anywhere. The bookshelf hold the part of me that most people don't know about. It is pack with books, fiction like Ann Rice and Stephen King, I have The Hobbit and all three Lord Of the Rings. There is Fact, books about pretty much everything, including a set of encyclopedia that gets enough use that it could rival my snowboard. On the top shelf is what seems to scare people the most, I have every single play and sonnet written by William Shakespeare. I turn on my CD player and lay on my bed, we don't get much of a radio reception up here so I just by CD's of people I know I like, no just what is in at the time. Most of them are soundtracks of movies I've seen. Rolling onto my stomach I reach under my bed and pull out a box, I open it at pull out a journal, a journal that my dad would probably disown me for it he ever read it. It has everything thing in it from the time Tommy and I swiped the pricipals toupe and dyed it pink to when Linda an I fooled around in her room when her folks where away. And now it will have the time when I was kisses by my best friend. I begin to write.