A/N: I've decided to write wincest!! Wee!! I lost total interest in ALL the other stories that aren't finished. Hehe I'm evil eh:P I know I am. Anyways, I heard a thing going around about some one taking some ones story. WHAT A FUCKER! That so wrong people! DON'T DO IT! I would kill some the person if they did it to me…well not really but I would RIP OFF THERE EAR:D So…Did ya miss me?? I MISSED YOU! Lmao now, ON TO THE STORY! (OoOoOooo Somerdaye and I MIGHT---just MIGHT finish Banana Yellow Jockstraps!! Or was it Yellow Banana Jockstraps??) WOW that's sad…anyways, ON TO THE STORY!!
Dean was 18, living in a small town where everyone knew everyone. He loved his car more then anything, a 1967 Chevy Impala, black four door. Everyone thought he was cool, and wanted to hang out with him, but you see, he never liked being with people. Only time he was around people was when he had gone to a bar, and most times it was for a cheep fuck or two. He always got a girl, but he seemed to prefer men, though he would never admit that out loud. He never really found interest in talking to people unless he needed to or they asked him a question, other then that he was a lone rider. He lived in the house his dad left him when he died, that was a year ago. He walked when he wanted to think. Walking, fresh air and thinking always worked together. This was a time where he was full of thoughts, and then liked to bombard him every now and then. He walked and walked, thought and thought, and as usual the only thing with him was his shadow. Today was beautiful, the sun was out shining, the temperature was just right with a slight little breeze, and the sky an amazing blue, which made him love days like this. He usually walked with his hands in his pockets, but today he let them sway a little while he walked. Looking up from the ground, he sees some one that he's never seen before. A tall man with longish brown hair, and broad shoulders, wearing kinda baggy jeans, and a black zip up sweater, with a red shirt underneath. Wonder if he's new, and if not how could I have missed THAT? Oh man, he is easily the hottest guy in town if he lives here. Dean thought. He continued walking down the side walk, the man getting closer. Dean, though very temped, just pretended he didn't see the hunky guy. Dean looked at the ground and walked on, and he would sense the man getting closer with every step he took. Then he could hear the guys steps. Eyes locked on the ground, he walked on. Just as he was crossing paths with him, he felt a hand grasp his. Memories touch his mind then fade just as fast as they came. His head shot up and looked at the man, right in the eyes as they walked in separate directions, him holding his hand. Looking into piercing green eyes, eyes that he recognizes. Just at that moment, the man lets go and vanishes, and the thought of recognition vanishes as well as the guy, and the memories. Dean stopped right in his tracks after the guy disappeared. what the fuck?? He looked at his hand. his touch seems familiar but not at the same time…I swear I know him, but I DON'T…that was weird… He looks around. No one was in sight, and the man sure was gone. There probably was no man. He thought. He continued walking home. Once he got there, it was getting dark, and he was tired. Unlocking his door, he opens it, and does strait to his room. Taking off all his clothing, he falls on his comfy bed and falls asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
A/N: Okai I KNOW it was short…but it's an introduction!! I'm tired to so I cant write…I'll end up making no sense!! Hehe. Anyways I thought it was good. I got the idea walking home today, and I was like OoOoOooo!!! So yea, here I am! Writing:D:D well until next time, PEACE! LMAO I had to say that!!