• Slash! BoyXBoy!

    Lies, Love, and Pain
    Chapter 1 – The Art of Storytelling


    I placed my stuff down in a corner of the room, and flopped down onto the bed, to try and at least get a few hours of rest before my flight back to my hometown. I didn’t really want to go; I didn’t really need to go back. I was doing fine for myself, I met someone who loves me, for me, and he isn’t ashamed of us. I was going to school, I had a pretty good paying job writing for a magazine; they were more popular with the gay community. Of course I didn’t mind, I just wish that my works would be viewed and liked by a larger audience. After the many things that happened back home, if you knew, if you were me you wouldn’t want to go back. That’s the reason I left, so that I could get away from it all. More like I ran away though.

    That place branded an unhealthy scar into my heart. So many things I left behind, so many things I left unsaid, so many things I should have done, so many I shouldn’t have. There are many things I should regret; you’d think as the way I was explaining this to you now that I would or want to regret this. But, I don’t, I learned from my mistakes and look at me now. I’m the person I had always wanted to be, the person I always dreamt of being. I’m living on my own two feet, I don’t depend on anyone but me and I have a job that will help me to get me where I want to go in life. My life was anything but boring, anything but the life I had before.

    That last thought had tired me out, and my eyes were finally beginning to wander into the darkness, when all of a sudden Jake had burst into the room.
    “Hey, sleepy head!” He said laying down on the bed embracing me in a hug, from behind me, giving me a small kiss on the cheek. “So…are you all packed for when we go?”

    I didn’t answer as I was already falling asleep. “Hey, I’m talking to you, come on wake up really quick. We need to make sure that we have everything. Besides, we can do all the sleeping we want on the plane.” He began to whine.

    “Mmmhmm…” Was all I had managed from my sleepy state. He, then began to pull me up, “Come on! Or else I wont do that thing you like so much…” he began to tease, “you know, the one with my tongue.

    And there went my few hours of rest, he was going to pay for this.

    At the Airport

    We sat there, waiting for our plane to arrive. Why, anyone would want to leave New York was beyond me. I love it here; it was the very place that I’ve always wanted to b; a place where everything was going on. You never really missed a beat of anything here.

    I guess living in small towns your whole life, will do that to you; wanting to get out and see the world. I’ve always the whole fast-paced life, and now that I have it, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m just glad that I have someone to share it all with. Jake.

    “So,” he started “You’ve never really told me anything about your previous years of high school. I mean, I know everything there is to know about ‘you’, but I don’t know anything about your life; prior to the one you have now, with me.”

    “Um—“I began, but he cut me off, already knowing what I was going to say. We’ve had this conversation a few times, and I really didn’t feel like having it again. But, damn, he sure is persistent.

    “The only thing I know is that somebody hurt you, and then you left, or ran away. And, you haven’t had any contact with any friends or family. Now, that we are going to be finishing off our senior year there, don’t you think I should know exactly what happened there? Don’t you think I should know who your pretending doesn’t exist anymore?”

    “I don’t think you really want know. If you knew who I was back then, what I did, you wouldn’t look at me the same way anymore, Jake.” Turning away as I said this.

    A confused look was all he gave before he started to speak again.
    “How do you know how’ll react? Just tell me, I want to know.” He was getting a little annoyed by now, you could tell because he was starting to raise his voice, and you could practically see the steam coming from his ears. People were starting to stare.

    Why do I always have fights with my boyfriends in public places? I think he guy upstairs has one sick sense of humor.

    “You just wouldn’t, okay?”

    Giving me a reassuring look; as if knowing everything was going to be okay, he said, “Try me.”

    I gave it some deep thought, and then decided why not?

    “Well, it was the first day of school, August 2005, freshman year…” my voice trailed off as my story began.

    With that, once again I had to relive the bad memories. Pandora’s Box, I had sworn to never open again.

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