Title: Boyfriends: Another Universe
AUTHORS: ZOM & BON
LOGLINE(PLOT):
NOTES: Most of this probably won't be canon, that's the point of a fanfic! If you have an issue with our written backstories, plots, characters, etc, sorry not sorry.
FEATURED CHARACTERS: VINCENT, FELIX, KEVIN, ADRIAN, NERD (F), JOCK (F), GOTH (F), PREP (F) (F=FEMALE)
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PROLOGUE
Notes:
Prologue! Enjoy ;)
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The car door slams closed, Felix jumping slightly. He hadn't meant to do that. Feeling as though eyes were on him, He gazes up at the man across the street, seeming to have been staring at him since he had driven into the neighborhood. It was creepy, if anything. He felt as though he was being silently examined—interrogated. He looked pretty angry, considering the light red veins that had started popping out from the left side of his forehead.
They stay like that for a moment, almost as if they were battling eternally for something. . .like what? What was the issue? He could see the fierce flames coming from his eyes as the man gave up, turning back to his car trunk and grabbing his remaining groceries. Eventually, after a few seconds of pondering the situation, Felix walks to the front door; A house with an outdated design, but being picky is the last thing he'd want to do. He unlocks the door, heading inside. Trying to navigate through the cluttered hallways was an absolute disaster.
Though little was being expressed, Felix's mind was running and thinking of multiple things that correlated to how he was feeling even though he didn't express it. He felt nervous and happy at the same time. Nervous that people would treat him just like they did before, but more so happy that he gets to start over. He looks into each room he comes across, mapping the layout in his own mind, not that the house was big, or small. It was what he wanted.
While pushing old boxes and crates aside, he comes across what seemed to be the master bedroom, he stands for a while, he walks inside looking through the dressers and closet. The house was already as old as it seemed and looked worn down, but he was willing to start over. Where no one knew anything about him, or his reputation, He felt determined to change his ways and move on.