Most times, being gay... was very hard. I couldnt just walk out of my house and not expect someone to pick on me, or punch me in the stomach, or kick me in the balls spit on me and laugh as I got up and walk away to the highschool.

The list could go on and on for ever, but I'm not usually the one to complain about stuff like this. Everyone had personal Issues, although everyone basically knew mines. Everytime I went into that damn hell hole you call a "school" I didn't get a break!

The same old routine, enter building, get picked on, got to locker, get beat up and stuffed in locker, be late for class, get exceptional grades, go to diffrent class, get beat up, laughed it, beat up, go to lunch, give lunch money to bullies, have no lunch, go to gym, get beat up, go to last classes, and get beat up. Oh? Did I mention I would get beat up after all that?

Even when I'm home, I'm in hell! My parents, well they think I'm a disgrace. (I am surprised they haven't disowned me yet.) I clean the whole house! The WHOLE house! Then I rest upstairs with my only best friend... Lucario.

He is the only friend I really have in this fucking town. Even though I'm pretty sure he's not gay, He is the only that ever understands me and treats me like a real person. Even though I can't understand a word he says to me most of the time, actions speak louder then words.

And man was this Lucario always full of energy and emotion! More then what you see people here doing with theirs. He was always there for me through the bad times, worse times, and the good times. We were best friends sure, but... sometimes I wished we were... closer. I wish we-

"Tom, dinner is ready!" Mother called out. "Coming in sec mom!" I closed the journal I had been writing in. I looked at the handsome Lucario on my bed, as he sleept without a care in the world. I smiled and walked down the steps.

"Ew." I said to myself. "Meatloaf for dinner... again!" "Shut the hell up and eat, you are lucky we are even feeding you, you fucking disgrace." Dad mumbled. I glared as I took my fork, and stab my meatloaf on the plate in front of me.

A few minutes had pass and Lucario came walking down the steps. Mother smiled, she didn't like me, but she did love Lucario. She handed him a plate and Lucario put on a fake smile. We both new he hated Mother's meatloaf, but he still ate it just to be on her good side all the time.

She loved spoiling my, er, Lucario to death. Yesterday at the grocery store Lucario had wanted a chocolate bar. Mother didn't only get him one, she bought like six boxes of them for him. I'm surprised his body was still fit, all those abs and muscle were enough to turn me on.

Finally after eating, Mother cleaned the dishes, Dad watched T.V., and Lucario and me went back up stairs. My name is Tom Fulup, and this was my life.

Me: Well I decided to do another story along with my other one, and don't worry that chapter for my other story is coming out soon. This story however, will be however you guys want it to be, so tell me in the comments, or pm me about ideas you might have for this story m-kay?

Blade: How come I was not in this D:

Me: because no one loves you.

(again sorry this is short but next chapter will have a lot more. I mean A LOT MORE!