Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 10:54:17 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: Who killed Bryan Langley ch 1

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This story is a mystery tale, a highschool kid gets murdered, and there are
seven possible candidates who could have done it. BUT WHO KILLED BRYAN
LANGLEY?? There WILL be SEX in the story, count on that! I want to
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Who killed Bryan Langely

There was a massive party going on at Jerry Campton's house after the
Genesis Highschool's fantastic victory over Kempen Park High in the
afternoon's soccer match. So much so was the romp, an emphatic 4-0 win
against them, that Jerry invited every member of the team to his house for
a victory barbeque that same evening. The drinks were flowing and the boys
were having as much fun as they can. Jerry's dad was home aswell,
overseeing that things didn't get too out of hand. One of the rules for
having the party at Jerry's huge mansion like house was that there would be
no girls invited, as Jerry's dad knew what was going to happen once the
alcohol starts talking, and he didn't wanna tell parents that their boy had
gotten a girl pregnant at his home! Although the nine boys tried every and
anything that they could to have at least a couple of girls there, it was
to no avail, as Farrow Campton stood firm. The boys varied between
swimming, dunking eachother under water, playing Playstation, eating,
drinking, or just watching music videos on the big screen television. The
time really flew by as the noise got louder and louder, and by that time
Farrow, as much of a teenager at heart as he was, had already recieved
numerous complaints from their neighbours regarding the noise and use of
alcohol amongst the teens. He sighed, and walked down the stairs to stop
the party. He knew the boys would crusify him, but he didn't want trouble
with the police over disturbing the peace.

"Guys...HEY YOU GUYS!!" Farrow shouted, but all that did was to liven the
party up. He walked over to the huge boombox in the corner of the living
room that was blasting out the music, and switched it off. Immediately
groans were heard and every teenage head turned towards him in irritation.

"Dad? What the hell are you doing?" Jerry asked, severly embarrased infront
of his team mates.

"Guys, Im sorry, but I've gotten dozens of calls complaining about the
noise you guys are making, im really sorry son, but this party is over."

Groans were heard all over the livingroom, and although they were pissed
off that the party was over, they knew that Jerry's father was right. The
police in this town was bitches to say the least and arrested you for
basicly breathing. Jerry walked to the middle of the room to speak to his
friends.

"Fuck dudes, Im fucking sorry about this. I fucking hate this
neighbourhood! I won't blame you if you didn't wanna come here again."

"Hey Jerry, dude relax man! Its not your fault, we know that! Try and keep
us away from this fucking palace!" Bryan yelled, and he was defiantly
echoed by the rest of the boys.

"Dad, is it still okay if the guys slept over here?" Jerry then asked
Farrow.

"Sure buddy. Please try and understand that this had to be done."

"It's cool, Dad. Come on, guys, get your sleeping bags and shit and follow
me."

"Hey Jerry, I totally forgot to tell you, me and Derek can't stay
tonight. Our dad is still fucked about our shit report cards. And since
Carone came with us, his mom said we have to take him home when we leave
aswell. It sucks, I know, but...?

"Fuck man...well I guess you guys have no choice. Say hi to your mom from
me!" Jerry said sneakily, knowing full well how sensitive the twins Derek
and Frederick, Freddy for short, were about their mother being a former
Playboy model.

"HAHA Jerry, better be careful, dude! These twin fuckers here are fucking
holy about their angelic mom..." Carone went ahead and gave his two sents
to make the twins even angrier.

"Okay that's just about enough, come on Freddy. Carone! Hey, fuck face! Im
talking to you! Come on, or you'll be walking home." Derek said before they
walked out of the door. Carone stayed just long enough to thank Jerry yet
again for a great party, before he ran outside after the twins, who had
already started the car and threatned to leave without him.

"Hey Jerry, everything is set out in the den, dude. Any chance of a dvd
with a hot chick in it or something?" Matthew asked, coming up from the
downstairs den, complete with a ice cold Coke in his hand.

"My collection is in my room, go ahead and pick something out. I gotta get
back to play host for the others."

Jerry was greeted by a sea of sleeping bags as he walked past the den into
the kitchen, where he saw Bryan pouring himself a Coke aswell, and he
smiled as he saw Jerry.

"Damn dude, we need to do this more often. Just chilling like this after
game and hanging out. Thanks, man."

"Hey no problem, Bryan. Im just pissed that we had to stop it so damn
early. People around here are still stuck in the fifties or shit like
that. Anyway, Matthew went up to my room to get a dvd, so get your ass in
the den."

"Yes sir!" Bryan said, smiling as he took a sip of his Coke and left the
kitchen. Jerry turned on the kettle as he was in the mood for hot
chocolate. He took out the chocolate powder from the tin and dumped two
good teaspoons full into a coffee cup, and then turned around to check on
the guys as he waited for the water to boil. It seems that Matthew had
found something for them to watch, as there was movie previews starting on
the screen, and Jerry nearly flipped when he recognised that it was
American Pie - Book of Love. He had watched it over and over since he
brought it, but obviously Matthew had not.

"Guys, there are Coke and Orange Soda in the fridge, but im also boiling
water if you would like hot chocolate or coffee. Feel free to help
yourselves, okay?" he shouted.

"Sure buddy!" Henry said lazily as he leaned his back comfortably against
the soft cushions of the sofa, while his sleeping bag was half wrapped
around his waist for extra warmth. He reached down to grab a handful of
popcorn and slowly made his way towards Tyler, who was unbeknownst to what
Henry was up to.

"What the fuck!!" Tyler screamed as he felt the back of his shirt pulled
open and a hand stuff the popcorm inside, to create a explosion of laughter
from the teenage boys. Tyler stood up and tried his best to brush off the
salt and excess oil from the popcorn before playfully tackling Henry to the
floor, their sleeping bags softening the blow. This time it was Henry who
shrieked with fright as he felt a glass of Coke being poured over his
head. He turned around and looked at Luke, who was already running towards
the kitchen to get away from him. Everyone had such a good time, even if
Jerry had to act fast when a random foot caught the coffee table and his
reflexes had to be super fast as a vase filled with flowers nearly fell to
the ground.

"Im gonna get some coffee, Jerry. Don't start the movie without us!" Luke
said as he followed Jerry back into the kitchen.  Jerry looked at Luke with
expectations in his eyes, and mentioned for him to follow him into the
pantry. Once there, Luke closed the door and turned to face his best
friend.

"The whole fucking night, dude...not being able to touch you..." Luke said,
before reached his hand upwards to slightly caress Jerry's cheek, to which
Jerry responded by placing his own hand over that of his best friend.

"One day, Luke. One day we will be free to admit this and live the way we
want. It kills me aswell to keep this a fucking secret, but you know we
can't come out."

"Jerry, I...I really think im falling in love with you, dude. I've never
felt anything like this before. I think about you every day, I wanna be
with you all the time..."

"It's okay, Luke. I feel the same. Come here, you." Luke slowly walked over
to his friend, and felt the warm emotion in his stomach as Jerry's arms
embraced him. He buried his head into the crook of Jerry's neck, while he
felt the other boy sigh as the same feelings were running through his young
body. It was at the beginning of the year, when Luke had moved there from
California that Jerry, for the first time in his life, felt something other
than normal friendship for another boy. Both were rather tall of sixteen,
while Jerry was blessed with movie star good looks, blond hair, greenish
eyes and very sharp and distinctive facial features. Luke was only a few
inches shorter than his best friend, with jet black hair and brown,
sparkling eyes. Both boys worked out religiously every day, hence their
fantastically ripped bodies.

Luke looked up, as she felt Jerry release him from the hug, and he stared
into the eyes of the boy who made him feel things another boy shouldn't for
his best friend. Jerry, who was nervous himself, knew that he just had to
do this, what he wanted to do ever since he met Luke for the first time. He
slowly ran his right hand through Luke's hair, the latter closing his eyes,
enjoying the love that seemed to transfer in this very intimate gesture.
Their faces seemed to be magnetized, as they ever so slowly moved towards
eachother, until the boys snuck for breath as their lips touched. Luke
moaned into the kiss, as he pulled Jerry closer, the latter boy wanted and
feeling the same need to be as close to eachother as possible. The kiss
felt like it carried on forever, when infact it was probably only a minute
or so. Jerry was the one who pulled away, leaving Luke speechless.

"Uhm...I thought that...fuck dude but now I know...Luke...I freakin love
you, dude! Did you hear me, Luke? I love you..."

Luke's eyes welled up as the reality of what his best friend was saying
sunk in. He pressed his forehead close to Jerry's, and once more shared a
very romantic moment. This was the stuff which dreams was made of, and even
though they knew that they could not devulge their so called forbidden
love, their whole lives was laying in wait, and they were determined to
make the most of it...together.

Suddenly the light in the den shut off, with everything everywhere being
pitch black. Both their teenage bodies rocked with shock, but when the
initial fright was over, Luke turned around and opened the door of the
pantry.

"What the fuck...?" Jerry whispered as everywhere they looked was pitch
black. Only here and there they could make out something of the kitchen,
and immediately Luke reached for Jerry's hand to keep him safe from falling
over stuff.

"The fucking electricity must be packing up again. Come on, follow me. Lets
get back to the others, then we can get candles or shit like that."

Luke nodded and the two made their way carefully out of the kitchen towards
the den, where the television was now just a big black blank screen in
front of them.

"Hey Luke...Jerry, that you guys?" they heard Henry whisper.

"Yeah dude, where are the others?"

"Around here somewhere. You dad asked Matthew to help him fix something in
his bedroom since you were busy in the kitchen, Bryan went to the toilet
and Tyler must be here somewhere...he got quite a fright whent he power
went out.

"I can speak for myself dude, I'm right here!" they heard Tyler say, coming
out from behind the sofa. Luke, Jerry and Henry tried hard not to laugh,
they knew that Tyler was shit afraid of the dark, even at sixteen. Before
they could figure out where the candles were, the lights came flooding back
on.

"Jeepers, that was not cool!" Tyler said nervously, before sitting down on
his sleeping bag.

"Jerry! Are you guys okay down there?" they heard Farrow yell from the top
of the stairs.

"Yeah Dad, we're fine! Is Matthew with you?"

"Yeah dude, I'm here! Keep me some popcorn, will you? We still gotta watch
that sexy ass movie!" Matthew said as he was coming down the stairs.

"Wait a minute, where is Bryan?" Luke asked, looking round the den area.

"Probably still in the toilet, hope he didn't stink up the place!" Derek
laughed.

"I'll go check on him. Start the movie so long, Matthew" Jerry said, giving
Matthew the remote and making his way down the hall towards the bathroom.
He could see the faint light from the bathroom coming out from underneath
the door. Yeah...Bryan was still busy.

"Bryan, sorry to bother your shitting ass bro, but I just wanna know if
you're okay after the black out?"

No answer.

"Bryan? Hey dude, can you hear me?"

Still no answer.

Jerry was by now starting to get a little worried, so he just hoped Bryan
would forgive him for walking in while he was busy inside. He gently pushed
the door open, popped his head around it and...

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"What the fuck was that?" Luke shouted as they heard the blood curdling
scream coming from the bathroom. All of the boys got up and ran towards as
fast as they could, and they were joined by Farrow, as he heard his son
scream his lungs out.

"Jerry! Jerry, what's wrong, buddy?" Farrow asked before all their
attention was drawn to the bath...

"Holy fuck...this can't be real..." Luke whispered, closing his eyes, and
opening them again really fast, but still the image just didn't wanna go
away. It just could not be real...

"Im calling the cops...you guys stay right here, okay? Don't do anything,
don't touch anything. Whoever did...did this might still be around." Farrow
said, his voice hoarse, before he hugged his son tight, and quietly left
the bathroom. None of the boys could get any words out...it was something
right out of a horror movie to be perfectly honest.

Bryan Langley, who had scored two goals in the match only that afternoon,
was laying face up inside the bath, with multiple stab wounds to his neck,
chest, stomach and legs, while blood poured out of seemingly every one of
them, decorating the white tiled bath in a sea of red. They didn't need to
be told the obvious answer to what they stared at...Bryan was dead...and he
was brutally murdered.



Thanks for reading!  If you liked the story, or want more chapters, please
send me a email at ryanstories@yahoo.com and I'll mail you back...that's a
promise!

So...who killed Bryan Langley? We know that it could not have been either
Jerry or Luke...which leaves us with Farrow, Matthew, Henry and Tyler as
the possible suspects. But can we rule out the twins, Derek and Freddy? Or
even Carone? Feel free to mail me, with who YOU think killed Bryan!



Ryan White xxx