Giving In By dark
ok ok, usual disclamer. the people in this story are compleatly fictional. anyone you might think are real in this story is kind of creepy couse i probably never met em. ok, about the usual 18 or over thing, well, i won't tell if you won't. if your stright and this isn't for you, i think you should be asking yourself some major questions. this first chapter is kind of a downer chapter and has no sex in it yet, so, if you want it, you'll have to wait tell chapter 2, or if you hate that stuff, i suggest you go. otherwise, enjoy the story!
Giving In: Chapter One
Hearing the waves along the shore wasn't exactly soothing right now. I hated it here. My dad's cold dark mansion in avalon california. ok ok, i know, it sounds great. hey, i big ass house on the shore line in a island resort town. but heres the thing, i hate my dad and my life has been constintly spinning downwards. i lived with my mom up to about 3 month ago. she decided it was best for me because...of reasons i don't want to talk about right now. I was on the belcony in my room with a gun in one hand and a ciggurette in the other. wondering if i should jump or if i should shot myself to get it over with. pretty dramatic for a 15 year old isn't it? the cold wind came in from the north to blend in with the warm new years eve air. some music was playing in the backround, bluring from my speackers. linkin park i think, i can't remeber what i put in now. i could hear the party guests luaghing down below by the pool. having a grand old time. assholes. hmmm, how about gun, if i jumped i might live, and wouldn't that be embarressing. i cocked the gun and was about to hold it to my head when...
::knock:: knock::
"Shit" i mumbled to myself and through the gun under my pillow and put out the cig. "come in!" i yelled out.
"you bloody know well that i can't!" i voice came in from the otherside. ugh, it was alex. dad's butler. at least thats what dad calls him. i opened the door to let him in, i always lock it.
"can i come in?" he asked in his british accent.
God, my dad is so predictable. i heard that he would only stop looking for a butler until he found a brit. anyway, alex was the only person that knows about me being gay.
"Your father wants you to come down, you know, enjoy the party." he said while i walked around the room and onto my bed.
"i'm not comeing down at all. there all a bunch of rich assholes with cigs and champaigne pretending there on the top of the world."
i muttered, sulking, i didn't like them. latly i didn't like anyone. "well, if its ciggurette smoke your worried about, there seems to be enough up hear, care to explaine?"
"yea, i've been smoking, duh!" i shot back.
"come on, you need the bloody fresh air. besides,i believe there is a yong gentlemen down there. your age i think. cute too."
i looked at him after he said that. half considering comeing down. "All right! i';ll come down if you want me too, just let me go get changed."
I took my time, i went into the bathroom to get changed, putting on a pair of black jeans, black shirt, and a pair of sunglasses and walked out of the room.
"how lovely master aaron. you'll just fill the room with cheer." he said dryly, following me. i made my way down the main stairs.
there was a crowd of socializing people in formal dress with champaign and blue and white streamers and balloons were all over the cealing. it was 11pm. almost time to the fireworks. a few people were walking out to the back, were the pool was and you would see the fireworks over the water.
"there he is." alex pointed out to me. he pointed to a boy standing alone in a corner. he was cute.
"he looks sad." i said. he really did. he had that air to him, like something bad happened to him.
"what happened?" i asked.
"his best friend and mother were killed in a plane crash about 5 months ago."
"oh my god." i said back. hmmmm, that sounds firmilier, that story. "i think i'll go by him." and i left, before alex could say anything.
he eyed me as i walked closer to him, like he was trying to figure me out or something. "hi, my names aaron. does this party suck or what?"
i asked with a bit of a smile.
"yea" he replied, not even looking at me.
"come on, lets go to my room, have a cig or something. get out of this crap party." he luaghed a bit at that.
"sure, why not" he said, following me back to my room.
when we finnaly got there, i fell on the bed. he closed the door and sat on the chair by my desk. i pulled out a bag of pot from under my bed. hey, the one good thing about being rich is that you get connections:) he just kind of smiled and pulled out a lighter.
"hahahahahah, you were prepared for this, wern't you?" i asked, smiling. we rolled a few and opened the windows.
after a while, i finnaly asked him his name. its eric. he lives with his dad who lives in L.A. a business partner and good friend with my dad. he told me about what happened, why he was so sad. that his best friend's parents moved, taking him with them. they decided to let zach (the best friend) live with eric and his parents. so, eric's mom went on a plane to go pick him up. on the return trip, the plane crashed soon after take off. there were no survivers. by the time he finished telling me this he was sobbing. he kind of fell across my lap and wouldn't stop crying. i finnaly calmed him down. i decided to tell him my story. of what happened to me and why i was here.
To Be Continued...?
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