Love That Was Not Meant To Be

by sisalynn99

Bonnie, a girly looking guy, hates his life in his hometown. His mother finds a rich man to fall in love with and takes her son to a new place with new people. They are both looking for a new start. Bonnie has never truly been in love with himself as a person or any other being on the planet. He finds himself falling in a love that shouldn't be allowed and is shunned by everybody.

4. Moving

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It is two days before the diplomas are scheduled to arrive and three days before I move from this town. Even though I don't exactly like Freddy, I really want to leave this place. This means I get to start a new life and when I'm not at the psychiatrist, that mom is totally forcing me to see, I can start new hobbies. I like art, acting, fashion and swimming.

I want to restart myself and act innocent. I want to be able to walk down the street and not be avoided at all costs. I didn't want to avoid everybody else because they were deprived horn dogs. I want to be able to live normally like the petite boy I am. Even if it means dealing with things I hate it is okay. I want to change my attitude and become a better person. I guess moving to California isn't just a chance for me to get my dream but for people to start liking me and not being afraid. My temper is still touchy and I don't think anyone can stop it so I am bound to make a few enemies but nobody's perfect, right?

I look at my almost bare room. The only thing in the room is my bed and a few outfits for the next few days. Freddy had already gone back to California and mom and I are schedule to leave in three days. Freddy had to return early because he owned a bunch of businesses including a pizza place that I have to work at for the summer.

Looking at my room now, I feel kind of sad that I won't see the place. Mom said we are going to keep it incase things go south with the new man or we need a vacation home. I think she just wants to keep something to remember my dad by. I don't blame her though. If we don't come back we will never see him again or at least his grave. He died on June 1st so that day will now always be looming over us as a sad one.

It is now three in the afternoon and after a long day of carefully packing all my belongings, I'm pooped. Daryl and Lizzy have a different idea though. I left all party preparations to them and they decided tonight was the best night to throw it. The party would be held in my house and we invited all the teachers and students from school. We even invited all the chatty ladies from the beauty parlor. I think I'm going to miss this place just a little bit. I will miss Elizabeth trying to be cuter than me. I will miss Daryl trying to hit on me inconspicuously.

I always thought it was funny how only I knew that Daryl wasn't exactly as straight as e tried to be. He had the perfect girlfriend and was an all around athlete with a photography hobby. Daryl is the ideal for all women out there. He is who all the boys want to be but they still couldn't come to hate him. Daryl is that kid from the movies who everybody loves unconditionally. The only flaw he has would be the fact that he thinks he can get away with everything he does.

Behind the scenes, Daryl is a complete pervert and it seems that gender doesn't matter to him. He is obsessed with himself and his photographs. He is a cruel person when angered and has a weak spot for all tiny animals. He would never let anybody know this of course.

I was never given any information about Daryl from him himself. I had to make sure to observe the things that he did or the way he acted to truly get to know him. He had loosened up around Elizabeth and I. I am quite surprised that she stayed with him after knowing his for so long but I guess they are just a couple of weirdoes.

Daryl had only once made a move on me. He was drunk. It had been the very first time I went out to a bar. Daryl picked out my clothes and thought it would be funny to have me wear one of Elizabeth's dresses. He claimed that he wanted to play the part of a prince and that I should play the princess in order to heighten my acting skills. I was no fool and knew there was something suspicious but I wanted to have fun and decided to go along with his plan. That was my first mistake.

I wore a skin tight, silver mini dress that had an open back. Daryl had said that we needed to finish it off perfectly and handed me eyeliner and stilettos. When we got to the bar he had his arm around me protectively. I found it slightly uncomfortable but didn't want to say anything to ruin the mood of the night. I was drinking considerably less than usual because I could feel that something bad was going to happen.

About two hours after arriving we decided to head home and Daryl was completely wasted. I thought maybe something bad had happened to make him drink so much more than usual. We walked home in order to sober him up with the cool refreshing night air. We were completely aloe and away from all bars or building. Daryl had him arm around my waist and slumped over. I put my arm over his shoulders and began to stumble a bit in my stilettos. It was getting difficult to walk and we sat down on the curb so I could remove my shoes. That was mistake number two.

When they were off my feet and firmly on the road, Daryl attacked. I didn't know at first. It felt like he had fallen asleep and slouched over my back. Quickly though, I noticed he was sucking at the back of my neck and it started to become painful. I struggled to get away but the athletic boy was just as strong if not stronger than I. He pushed me down and into the road. He sloppily began to lick and suck at my neck and mouth ignoring my protests.

Daryl ground his hips into mine making me quite aware of his growing erection. His lips latched onto mine and he kept grinding until I was out of breath and panting with my own growing erection. I tried protesting to my fullest but it was impossible to relinquish his vice grip. When he noticed my hard on, he smirked and let out a small laugh. "So lil' cutie" *heh* "You want this just as much as I do, right?" Daryl sounded strange but his voice was husky and seductive.

He started palming me through my panties and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp and moan. I didn't want it but it felt good. He grabbed my member and began tugging and twisting delicately. It was apparent that he didn't want to hurt me but it didn't feel quite right. After a few minutes of his torturous teasing he lowered his head between my legs. He licked slowly up my shaft and any and all protests ceased to leave my mouth. He slowly sucked at the head and thrusted it into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down for a few minutes before my body started to quicken. I could feel my release coming and decided not to say anything.

I could hear Daryl spitting and complaining that I came in his mouth. "What the fuck, man. What the hell was that for? You should have at least warned me." An in an instant it dawned on him just who had came in his mouth. He looked up and his face paled when he saw my own.

When I regained my strength I yanked up my pants and kicked him square in the jaw. While that was the most pleasure I have ever felt it held a layer of disgust and while I didn't hate it, I didn't quite like it either. I kicked him in the stomach next causing him to double over on his knees. "Ever fucking try this shit again and this won't be all you get, man."

I immediately picked up my shoes and started walking home alone leaving Daryl by the side of the street in pain. The next day was a Saturday so we didn't talk all weekend. By the time Monday came around, Daryl felt terrible and begged me not to think anything of it or tell his girlfriend what he had done. I agreed on the condition he do my homework for the rest of the ear. That didn't quite work well though seeing as how he may be popular and he can kick a ball pretty well but, he was shit when it came to anything academic.

These were just slightly fond memories by now though. I still have never had my first kiss though and I intend to give it to someone I really like. I may not seem like it but I am actually quite the sucker for romance and things like that. I don't like it quite as much as I like fighting or blood but it comes close.

At seven o'clock the party starts. The punch isn't spiked and the music isn't loud but it was a community party. There was good food made by some of the teachers and my mom though. That was the best part of the whole party actually.

Some people brought gifts and others just came for the food. I was surrounded by the girls asking for last minute makeup tips and he boys asking for a kiss or two. Of course I shrugged them all off. The old ladies gave me envelopes of money telling me to buy myself something nice for my new house. My mother got new shoes and a bunch of farewell cards.

The party was boring and came to a close pretty quickly. Everybody was at home by ten o'clock. Even Daryl and Elizabeth had left. They took all the alcohol with them because I wasn't in the mod for drinking. I was exhausted from all the packing I had done throughout the day.

On the day the diplomas and final report cards were to arrive I was very excited. When I went to the mailbox, my diploma had come and I was eager to see my exam grades.

Walking inside the house I ripped the envelope open and quickly as possible. Glancing over everything I noticed my grades were still perfect A's. I was always an A student. I'd say I was the smartest in my school, if not the whole town.

When mom saw the report card on the counter a few hours later she decided it was good enough to take me to Apple Bee's. It was the fanciest restaurant in our small town.

Before going to dinner with my mother, I went to visit my father. The one thing I had to make him proud was my brain. And while he complained that I was wasting it by becoming an artist he would still congratulate me on my grades. At my father's grave stone I left white lilies. They had always been his favorite, they were the ones used at his and mothers wedding so many years ago.

While I was there I told him about how the end of my year went, about the drunks at the bar and about my grades. Somewhere along the way I started chatting about mom's new boyfriend and how we were leaving. I apologized many times for leaving him there alone and I started balling. I knew that I had no right to since it was my fault that we hadn't been talking. If I hadn't been so stubborn about going to art school, father wouldn't have been out at the office so late.

Even though the problem originated with me I was not trying in the least to apologize or compromise. Father wanted me to be like him and take over the company. He said it would prove that I was a true man and would have the ladies fawning. I never wanted to be like that though. I could perfectly live my life in seclusion with a pet, maybe something cute like a little fox, and my art. I would have been content being alone all my life but my father had his eyes set on expanding the business and marrying me off to a hotshot CEO's daughter.

Now that I finally had the chance to apologize, and I really wanted to, my father was no longer here. Through strangled sobs I le tout an apology to my dad and I thanked him for all the good memories we had because even though they were few and far n between, he was still my father and I still loved him. After a few minutes I finally stopped crying and plastered grin on my face. "When I'm in California, I promise ill become such a big shot you an even see me from hell. I love you, daddy."

I decided to walk home in order to calm myself down from my crying fit before I left with my mother. Now that I have time to think about what I just said, it makes me sound like a complete dork. But I promise I will become something my father could have been proud of. I miss him and that will never change but I'm glad to be able to move so I can get on with my life and accomplish something. If my dad was listening to what I said at his grave he definitely would have said something like "I bet your little ass I'll always be better" and while I hate to admit it, I didn't hate that childish side of him.

Since I will be leaving this place early tomorrow morning, it's better to get everything out of the way today. I've said good bye to everyone who deserves it. All that's left for me to do is dinner tonight and getting on the plane tomorrow.

Well there is one other thing that has to be done.

As I make my way home a few minutes late due to my detour, I am unexpectedly excited. When I burst through the front door I find my mom waiting for me in the living room. Before she stands up she notices the small box I hold in my hands and I hand it to her. "This is a thank you present; I got it from my favorite jeweler. It's, you know, to thank you for art school and getting s out of this depressing place."

My mom smiles up at me ignoring any evidence that I have been crying and accepts t gift graciously. We leave for Apple Bee's five minutes later. I am wearing clothes that are suited to a boy for a change. I am glad because I wouldn't want any stranger from out of town to think either of us was fir game. Anybody who wants to go out for a nice dinner on the weekend would come here.

Dinner is refreshingly uneventful. The dinner was the best I've had from the restaurant in a long time. My mother and I used to enjoy coming here to tease the waiters or complain to the chefs. Something about being devious once in awhile with parental permission was exciting. My father never participated in out outing though because he was always working. Mom also thought that he might bring down the mood. The first time we came out here was when father had just finished ridiculing me for another one of his assumptions. I swear he didn't think well of me at all.

I stormed out of the house and my mother chased after me. I was in a bad mood and I make myself feel better for putting others down. I know that it is a very bad part of my personality but, I can't help it. So I came to tease the new workers and my mom decided to join in. I don't know when it turned into a small sort of tradition but, it did. And it was one that I was greatly going to miss.

About half an hour later we made it home and went to sleep in our respective rooms. I was nervous but also excited. I have never been on an airplane before but we were going o Freddy's private jet. He said that as long as we left our furniture we could move everything with his jet. I thought we would have to take a moving truck and I am very glad that we get to just lounge around while the pilot does all the work.

By the time I fall asleep the clock said two in the morning and we have to wake up at five. I just had to hope my mood wouldn't be too grumpy for the trip. Well even if it was I guess I could just nap on the jet

At exactly five in the morning the moving crew rang the doorbell. My mom had already been awake and I just had to throw on a pair of sweatpants. It took an hour to pack the truck and another hour to put our things on the jet. I sat on my phone in the lush cushiony chair while my mom ate the in flight breakfast. The takeoff had been smooth and it was going to be an hour before we landed in Freddy's hometown.

Twenty minutes into the flight I dozed off and dreamt about my daddy's grave and little pet foxes.

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