Tales of Broken Love
Chapter 1
I lean my head against my window, staring deep into the neighborhood, counting every house that passes by. I tap my fingers to the beat of the radio, and look around, anxious to be where I want to be. My father smiles and drives, keeping a steady pace. Oh how I wish he would floor it. After what seemed to be hours, I was home. My dad turned right into a driveway, and I quickly hopped out, slamming the door shut in the first syllable of 'Goodbye'. My dad shaked his head with a chuckle, and left. I tried to pace myself, but ended up running. I take a deep breath, and knock three hardy knocks on his door. I fix my hair, adjust my shirt, make sure everything is perfect. I see a figure floating down the stairs, and then the latch unbolting and the door opens. As the cool air rushes into my face, I am home.
My name is Ryan. I am 14 years old and on the last year of secondary school. I have 4 more years of senior high, and then i'm free. I'm about 5'9, 120 pounds, about half and half on the muscle VS. weight side, with deep brown-red hair, changing eyes, from blue, to green, to hazel, and glasses. I have the common dress, jeans and a T- Shirt, and I'm what you can describe as just a normal boy. Except for many details.
I was forced to become an adult at the age of 10. My mother became an abusive alcoholic, and I was forced to take care of her, while my dad took care of the rest of my family. My mom would pass out in the living room, and I had to drag her into her bedroom. My mother would hit and beat, scratch and bite, and pull me apart physically and emotionally. Later on in life, my parents divorced. I thought this may be a turning point for my dear mother, but just in return it got worse. My father went into major debt, and my mother continued to drink. Drinking was her escape, her way of leaving the stresses of the world behind her. I continued to mature and continue with my life without my father or a reliable parent. I went through puberty, the transition from primary to secondary school, and many things without a parent.
I was stuck in depression for a long time. I would just sit alone, not wanting to open up. This is where I felt like I went gay. I didn't understand anything. Why do I like girls, when they only seem to hurt me? But men have hurt me as well in my life. I was lost, and I was helpless. I lost many friends in my upset state, and it seemed to get worse. This continued until the end of my first year in secondary school, when a good friend of mine brought him onto the bus.
Brandon. What a beautiful name. Not to masculine to fear, but not to feminine to laugh towards. It seemed perfect. A perfect name for a perfect boy. Brandon is 2 years older than me, himself being in the end of secondary school when I began. I can remember the day perfectly. I sat down in seat 11, with only seat 12 behind me. I turn to see a beautiful brown haired, brown eyed boy in a yellow T-Shirt sitting behind me. He has blue braces, and a rather small, lean body. He looks at me, and mutters the first words that made my heart drop,
"Hello. I'm Brandon. You are?"
At this point I hear his melodic voice. It was still rather high pitched, a tenor-bass tone, but oh, so beautiful. I was at a lost of words. I stared deeply into his eyes, just getting lost there. I escaped my trance when a friend of mine, Courtney, stomped her way to the seat next to me, and asked why I was staring. I jumped in shock, wondering how long I was gazing at him. By the time I looked back at him, he was talking to yet another friend of mine.
"I-I'm Ryan!" I say loudly, almost a yell.
"Hello Ryan." Brandon mutters with a chuckle.
From then on our relationship improved. We soon became friends, then obvious best friends. People have asked us if we were gay lovers, of course denying it all. I have always WANTED to be more than friends, but never gained the courage to admit anything to him. We would just move on smiling and laughing. He went through a terrible break up, which I helped him over come. We both confided in each other, and know about every single thing there is to know about each other. We've had our fights, but always found ways to get over them. We seemed perfect for each other, in every way.
"Hey Ryan, come on in." Brandon says with a smile when he opens the door.
I walk in, slipping off my shoes and looking around. I take a good look at Brandon, who's wearing just jeans and a polo. Such a simple outfit, but so sexy in every way. We begin to head upstairs to his room. We say hello to his stepdad in his office, then close the door and plop on the bed to just relax. We both lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to birds and cars go by, just enjoy the relaxation and each others company. When we slowly begin to sit up, we start talking. We sit in each others company, just talking. We know that soon, a get together with friends is expected. We talk and chat and listen to a bit of music before leaving. Then, I learn a bit more about Brandon than I expected...
~To be Continued...~
Okay, first chapter was kinda boring. But you needed to learn who Brandon was, and now you know! I'll continue the rest of the story if I get A LOT OF COMMENTS!
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