Well, this is my first story. This story, is somewhat based on my life. Hopefully, you guys will enjoy it. This is not a quick, jerk-off story. This story, is practically almost fully written. And will have approx. 25 chapters. Please review and send reviews to austinasphyxiation15@gmail.com Thank you and enjoy :)
I looked at Derin Hills High School, It hadn't changed since I last attended. I can remember starting as a freshman there. It seemed wierd, thinking I spent three years of my life there, and now that I had left it, was still fully functioning. I reached into my tote bag, pulled out my phone and checked the time. My phone read "8:54". The fog made things hard to see, but the street lights improved the view somewhat. I stuffed my phone into my pocket, and once again reached into my bag, and pulled put my notepad. I had an hour to kill, So why not write a little? I picked up the pen, and started to ponder. I thought about all that has happened, within the span of four years...
January 2009: I wake up from my peaceful slumber at about 2:37 a.m, to hear the sound of someone knocking on my bedroom window. I shot up, automatically knowing who it was. I threw my comforter off of me and bolted to my window, slowly sliding it up, so my mother doesn't hear.
There stood my current boyfriend, Joshua Goldstein. He gazed at me with his piercing hazel eyes.
He had choppy, medium length black hair, spotted with brown because of his sister, doing a terrible dye job. He was thin, but with broad shoulders. His chin covered in stubble, from not shaving for the last couple days. He was wearing black tight jeans and a black sweatshirt with a band logo on it.
He slid into my room, and shut the window behind him.
"Hey, no kiss?" I ask.
"I guess not.." He grins. He grabs my face, practically mashing his lips into mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth, mine eagerly responding.
"What took you so long? You promised you'd be here by midnight, I was worried..."
"I got caught up at work, and if you were so fucking worried, why didn't you call?" Josh inquired. He made a good point, after all, I did fall asleep.
"Whatever, just lay down with me. I haven't felt your body against mine in a million years." i told him.
"Hold on, let me have a cigarette first, babe." He pulled a slim, white, paper tube stuffed with cancerous tobacco, mixed in with tar and other chemicals.
"Umm, hi, Someones not using their fucking head today. My moms across the hall, Shes not retarde-" He planted his dreamy lips onto mine, shutting me up and temporarily stunning me. He releases from me for breath.
He says "Babe, I deserve it. Plus, she's asleep. Well, after the shouting a moment ago, who knows if she still is, But, Just one. Okay?"
"Ugh Whatever, blow it into the vent or out the window or something." I replied.
I sat there, watching his beautiful chest expand with each inhale. I couldn't understand his addiction. I mean, I had tried cigarettes before, and they're just gross.
"Take a drag, it'll calm you down." He advises pointing the butt in my direction.
"Thanks, but i'll take a raincheck on lung cancer." I cheaply smiled.
"Oh, so you're gonna get funny?" He grinned. I knew where he was going.
"Josh, I swear to fucking god. Touch me and i'll scream so lou-" He tackles me and soon, i'm being tickled to death.
"Josh...stop...please...josh!" Is all I can manage to say between giggles. Then, he stops and plants a huge kiss on my lips. He pulls his lips away from mine, and stares into my eyes. My lips quiver in ecstasy, as we mutually stare.
"Austin, I love you." He chokes out.
**** Summer of 2008 was the summer before I entered my freshman year at Derrin Hills High School. My name was Austin Jameson. I was fourteen years old, and openly gay. I came out to my mom, mid-seventh grade, and she happily accepted it. Which I am EXTREMELY thankful for.
I was really thin, weighing in at about 98 pounds. I was 5'9 at the time, which most of my friends considered tall (it was 8th grade). I had blonde shoulder length hair, I had bleached in june, with my brown roots peeking out. I had the typical "Scene Kid" haircut. Choppy bangs, thinned out hair, and straightened to a the point of damage. I had usually worn tight, form fitting girls jeans, and a hardcore band tee-shirt.
My best friend was Josie Michaels. She was the female version of me basically. My "twin" i called her. We did everything together. Whether it was a show, or walking around the mall, or going to planned parenthood to pick up condoms we would never use, we did it together.
One day Josie calls me, and explains she has a guy friend she wants me to meet.
"i don't want to be hooked up with some dumb cunt that wants to use my ass for a cumdump." I told her
"Austin, he's perfect for you. He's tall, manly, sweet, sensitive-"
"Josie, this isn't match.com, I dont need a fucking 'About Me'"
"Just come over in an hour, when he's here"
"bitch." I replied, kidding of course, but realized she had already hung up. I got ready to meet this mystery guy. 'Whats this guys name? Josh or something? Sound like a fucking loser' I thought. Little did I know, he would change my life, forever...