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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Digitalangel4U- YAY! A new reviewer! Thanks, I read Romeo and Juliet a while ago in class. I kinda just guessed the friars, and (in my defence) the copies we got in class were the condensed versions so there was only one friar. I did read R&J on my own a little while ago though.
MaNgAnIqUeEn- it's the dawn of the new reviewers! I like it! And of course I'll conmtinue! I have no life otherwise.........
SpotLover421- Boots is TURNING! (huns 'Turning' from Les Mis) It is kinda cute, isn't it?
Almatari_of_Arda- sun.........day?
(Still Saturday)
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I'm sitting on Mush's bed. My parents are out of town because my great aunt died or something. I don't think I liked her very much so that's why I didn't go. My sister and brother are at the babysitter's and I would have had to stay at home alone. But Mush invited me so I came. I wouldn't want to be the only one in my house it's too creepy.
But Mush has gone to get a bunch of gym mats and patio chair cushions for me to sleep on so I'm just sitting here waiting.
For the first time I'm realizing how dark his room really is. It's painted really dark green, and the curtains are plaid, and the bed sheets are plaid, and all of his furniture—his desk, bed, dresser, bookshelf, and bedside table—are all made of the same dark brown wood. What's more, there's a really tall maple tree right outside his window so I'm pretty sure it's dark even in the daytime.
So I got off the green-plaid bed and stand in front of his closet reading the comics he has taped to the door. And I do this for a while before realizing that I never knew that Mush had comics on his closet door before tonight. Then it hits me: I haven't really ever spent too much time at Mush's house before. So I back up and stand in front of the window where I can see everything.
Mush, I decide, is meticulously neat. He has no clutter on his desk, no clothes on the floor, and –heaven forbid—his bed is made. Lining his bookshelves are The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, The Midwitch Cuckoos, The Lord of the Rings (all of the possible books, yes, even The Adventures of Tom Bombadil), a collection of Sherlock Holmes, the Narnia series, and—surprisingly—half a dozen new day poetry books.
There is something very intriguing about Mush's room now, but I can't exactly put my finger on it. So I browse with mild curiosity, drinking in every detail.
And, quite suddenly, Mush is back. I help him lay down the mats and cover the blankets. He stands up and looks me straight in the eye.
"Get ready for bed Blink." I can see he's fighting back a yawn.
I notice, just now, how green his eyes really are. Maybe it's just the dark paint in the dark room.
~Swifty's PoV~
Boots. I hope Murphy dies and brings his stupid law to hell with him. How come when I like a guy he's straight? Can't he be queer? Just once. Every time.........
Ever since I told Jack my life has been rolling down a hill to nowhere. Don't go making up odd storylines in your head, Jack Sullivan is my half- brother. We were never very close, but we were close enough for our family. I told him I was gay. Turns out, Jack—who is a damn homophobe—freaked out and told our dad. The next thing I know I was on a street corner with one change of clothes and $20. That was all. I haven't seen or heard from them since. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my mom. They didn't let me; she'd probably not let them send me away and make me stay.
I don't know why my mom ever married Robert Sullivan and, in the process, inherited his one-month-old son. So it was dad, mom, and (every other weekend) Jack, he used to live at his mom's place but then she died a few years ago and he lived with us full time. But I was a love child. I know a girl who thinks it's cool to be a love child but that's because she probably has a really boring reality life and has to make up stories about it or live vicariously through others. Honestly, being a love child sucks. My mom and dad don't love each other. Heck, they don't even like each other. I know my mom loves me and she's learned to accept Jack, who spits at her, despises my dad, and thinks that I'm a freak of nature. My family bites.
But now they've kicked me out so I'm living over a gay club called 'Horizontal' with free board if I work behind the bar on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Every day I work at the supermarket, which serves a duo-purpose because I get a discount on groceries and a pay check.
I don't go to school mainly because a) I can't afford it and b) I don't have time to. I used to read those really bad books at the checkout stands in the grocery store but my supervisor caught me and told me I had to pay for them if I wanted to read them.
I started hanging around Horizontal because I figured that at least all of the guys there are gay but I was wrong. Turns out they shipped in a straight guy to make me feel bad.
On the bright side I do have Boots' phone number, but he didn't give it to me, his weird friend did.
"Call him, I think he likes you." He said with a wink.
But I don't know if I should, if anyone can break your heart faster than a girl, it's a boy.
A/n: that is the cutest chapter ever. Especially Blink, Blink is soooo cute!!! R&R!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Digitalangel4U- YAY! A new reviewer! Thanks, I read Romeo and Juliet a while ago in class. I kinda just guessed the friars, and (in my defence) the copies we got in class were the condensed versions so there was only one friar. I did read R&J on my own a little while ago though.
MaNgAnIqUeEn- it's the dawn of the new reviewers! I like it! And of course I'll conmtinue! I have no life otherwise.........
SpotLover421- Boots is TURNING! (huns 'Turning' from Les Mis) It is kinda cute, isn't it?
Almatari_of_Arda- sun.........day?
(Still Saturday)
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I'm sitting on Mush's bed. My parents are out of town because my great aunt died or something. I don't think I liked her very much so that's why I didn't go. My sister and brother are at the babysitter's and I would have had to stay at home alone. But Mush invited me so I came. I wouldn't want to be the only one in my house it's too creepy.
But Mush has gone to get a bunch of gym mats and patio chair cushions for me to sleep on so I'm just sitting here waiting.
For the first time I'm realizing how dark his room really is. It's painted really dark green, and the curtains are plaid, and the bed sheets are plaid, and all of his furniture—his desk, bed, dresser, bookshelf, and bedside table—are all made of the same dark brown wood. What's more, there's a really tall maple tree right outside his window so I'm pretty sure it's dark even in the daytime.
So I got off the green-plaid bed and stand in front of his closet reading the comics he has taped to the door. And I do this for a while before realizing that I never knew that Mush had comics on his closet door before tonight. Then it hits me: I haven't really ever spent too much time at Mush's house before. So I back up and stand in front of the window where I can see everything.
Mush, I decide, is meticulously neat. He has no clutter on his desk, no clothes on the floor, and –heaven forbid—his bed is made. Lining his bookshelves are The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, The Midwitch Cuckoos, The Lord of the Rings (all of the possible books, yes, even The Adventures of Tom Bombadil), a collection of Sherlock Holmes, the Narnia series, and—surprisingly—half a dozen new day poetry books.
There is something very intriguing about Mush's room now, but I can't exactly put my finger on it. So I browse with mild curiosity, drinking in every detail.
And, quite suddenly, Mush is back. I help him lay down the mats and cover the blankets. He stands up and looks me straight in the eye.
"Get ready for bed Blink." I can see he's fighting back a yawn.
I notice, just now, how green his eyes really are. Maybe it's just the dark paint in the dark room.
~Swifty's PoV~
Boots. I hope Murphy dies and brings his stupid law to hell with him. How come when I like a guy he's straight? Can't he be queer? Just once. Every time.........
Ever since I told Jack my life has been rolling down a hill to nowhere. Don't go making up odd storylines in your head, Jack Sullivan is my half- brother. We were never very close, but we were close enough for our family. I told him I was gay. Turns out, Jack—who is a damn homophobe—freaked out and told our dad. The next thing I know I was on a street corner with one change of clothes and $20. That was all. I haven't seen or heard from them since. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my mom. They didn't let me; she'd probably not let them send me away and make me stay.
I don't know why my mom ever married Robert Sullivan and, in the process, inherited his one-month-old son. So it was dad, mom, and (every other weekend) Jack, he used to live at his mom's place but then she died a few years ago and he lived with us full time. But I was a love child. I know a girl who thinks it's cool to be a love child but that's because she probably has a really boring reality life and has to make up stories about it or live vicariously through others. Honestly, being a love child sucks. My mom and dad don't love each other. Heck, they don't even like each other. I know my mom loves me and she's learned to accept Jack, who spits at her, despises my dad, and thinks that I'm a freak of nature. My family bites.
But now they've kicked me out so I'm living over a gay club called 'Horizontal' with free board if I work behind the bar on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Every day I work at the supermarket, which serves a duo-purpose because I get a discount on groceries and a pay check.
I don't go to school mainly because a) I can't afford it and b) I don't have time to. I used to read those really bad books at the checkout stands in the grocery store but my supervisor caught me and told me I had to pay for them if I wanted to read them.
I started hanging around Horizontal because I figured that at least all of the guys there are gay but I was wrong. Turns out they shipped in a straight guy to make me feel bad.
On the bright side I do have Boots' phone number, but he didn't give it to me, his weird friend did.
"Call him, I think he likes you." He said with a wink.
But I don't know if I should, if anyone can break your heart faster than a girl, it's a boy.
A/n: that is the cutest chapter ever. Especially Blink, Blink is soooo cute!!! R&R!