Date: Thu, 04 Feb 2010 16:02:10 -0500
From: twodeadboysx3@aol.com
Subject: Cliche chapter 1 young friends

This story has underage sex between two boys, if this is illegal where you
live, then get the eff out of here before I call the po-po.


"Mother, where are you today? You took a piece of me the day you went
away. No recollection or the smell of your perfume, I took a piece of you
the day I left the womb."

-The Day I Left the Womb : Escape the Fate.



	Some people are born with tragedy in their blood. It struck me when
I was just 11 years of age, actually had just turned 11 less than 15 days
earlier. It was September the fifteenth, the day my baby brother was born,
the day that the most important person in my life was ripped suddenly out.
Depression took hold of me. I was in shambles. I hated everything around
me, everything was suddenly dull and I was numb. Nothing I did could make
me feel. The only thing I felt was emptiness and contempt toward my baby
brother. I knew he had nothing to do with her death, but he was the easiest
thing to blame, and I needed something to blame. No one felt the same way
as I did, my dad was sad, but stayed strong for our families sake, and my
sister who was 17 at the time, was in shambles. She had sat down and talked
with me, comforted me, cried with me, even let me sleep in her bed for the
week. It was strange, because my sister and me fought like brother and
sister, only worse.  But that gesture proved that she loved me, and to be
honest, it did make me feel alright, actually subsided the pain for a
sec. It was the first time me and her bonded like that, ever. But I was
still numb.

Music was the only thing that could make me feel remotely human again, and
so music was the only thing I ever did. My mother had taught me and my
sister how to play guitar from a young age, she was amazing at it too,
another thing I would miss.

	I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Matt, and at the time this
story is told, I am 11. I have black hair, fair skin, and green eyes and am
really small for my age. Not overtly small, just smaller than most boys my
age. My sisters name is Chastin, shes 17 and has black hair and blue eyes,
like my dad. I have my moms eyes. My family is well off, financially I
mean, my dad is really interested in stocks and owns a share in the Larry
Miller Automotive Company and actually owns a whole shitload of car
dealerships himself. Im not some snooty rich kid, don't think that. My
parents made it a point not to raise me and my sister like that. Anytime we
asked for a toy, or something when it was not Christmas or our birthdays,
it was usually no. As a byproduct of being financially set, I have to go to
a private school. Most kids there are snooty rich kids, especially in a
school in Upper East Side Manhattan. Its like Beverly Hills times ten. It
sucks. I do have a ton of friends, but only five close, best fiends. I met
Brandon when I was five, before I was even in school. His parents and my
parents were like bffs since like middle school. We are the definition of
best friends. I think he knows me better than I know myself, and viceversa.

If Brandon is my right hand man, then Kacey is my left. I met him in
kindergarten. There was a week of school when Brandon wasn't at school, his
uncle died or something, I dont remember, it was so long ago. But anyways,
I was really sad because my best friend was sad, and gone so Kacey made
friends with me and tried his hardest to make me feel better. He was put
into school late because his parents moved from England. Idk the whole
story, but hes almost a full year older than me. Hes like my big brother,
and I'm like his little brother. We just have that connection.

I met R.J. Around the same time I met Kacey. He lived in Kacey's
neighborhood and went to our school. He is definitely one of my best
friends. Hes one of the best shoulders to cry on, and definitely the best
guy to call when you want to start shit and just be a kid. We've been
suspended together so many times I cant even count.

	I met Coety in first grade, we actually hated each other at first,
in fact we had fought, fist fought on many occasions. One in particular is
how we became friends. We had a common enemy and ended up in detention
together. After those three days, we were best friends.

Justin's friendship came with Coety's. He is a really big guy, not insanely
big, but big enough. Hes like the body guard or enforcer of our entire
little "crew."

I met Tawni in first grade too, shes gay now, but shes always been one of
the guys. Were a lot alike, thats what her mom says. Her mom like loves me
too, its kinda awkward. But I fucking love Tawni. Her full name is
Britawni, shes Native American from New Mexico. Shes like the first one out
of our group that will jump into a fight even if she doesn't know whats
going on. Shes so cool.

together we were best friends, the best of friends. I loved every one of
them so much. But even they couldn't help my situation. I stayed at
Brandon's for a week, and couldn't stop crying, literally. I woke up,
cried, and passed out. Woke up, cried, and passed out. Or at least for two
days. The third day I could barely think because my headache was so bad. At
night I had nightmares and would wake up screaming. Brandon would wake up
and hold me as tight as he could until I stopped crying and fell back
asleep. In the morning I would wake up, eat breakfast, and live in a
haze. I was in shock, or at least it felt like it. It seemed so surreal,
but also so real at the same time. I had purposely detached myself from
reality, I didn't want to think about it at all, so I didn't. And that only
proved to make things worse. Instead of getting the sorrow over with, I
held it all bottled in, and would erupt at any given moment. Sometimes it
was uncontrollable anger, sometimes it was pain and sometimes it was just
pure depression. My friends all understood, and tried to help me as much as
they could. Or as much as I would allow myself to be helped.

Today is the first day I go back to school. My dad says its good for me
because he doesn't want me around for the preparations for a funeral and a
memorial service. I understood, I didn't want to be there anyways, it would
be like accepting that she was gone, and I just wasn't ready. My sister was
coming too, so I wouldn't have to wait for Brandon's mom to pick me up. She
is normally late, but she gets us good breakfasts though. I did love
Mrs. Susan, but she always made us late for school. My sister has like OCD
so we cant be late for school or her head will blow up.

Its kinda nice because Brandon is here with me, so I wont be the only one
in the car listening to her bitch about how late were gonna be because I
couldn't get my lazy ass up. I'm sure she wont bitch today though, we
haven't really been ourselves lately.

I first woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. It was 5:00 in the
effing morning. I sighed, reached my arms as far out as they would go,
stretching all the sleep in my small bones and muscles away. I rubbed it
from my eyes as well. A yawn escaped my body. And then all at once, my
headache came back, full blast. I rubbed my temples, but it didn't help,
not even a little bit. I put my head in my face and willed myself to
move. I did. I got out from under the covers. I was naked, and my undies
were at the foot of the bed. I do that sometimes. I hate clothes, all of
them, and I cant sleep, not even with undies. I take them off in my sleep
sometimes. I don't know how, I just do. I catch Brandon doing it sometimes
too, I swear were like twins. He hates clothes right along with me. He
always sleeps naked, no matter who or what is in the bed with him. Its not
so weird for us, we've been naked around each other like 80% of the time
we've known each other. I guess all our friends have. Its kinda funny if
you think about it, we like being naked in like the coldest fucking state
in the world. Oh well. My mom always used to get mad at us if we came out
of my room naked, especially lately because she said that soon I would be a
young man and girls aren't supposed to see young men naked or
whatever. None of that mattered now though.

I grabbed the undies at the foot of the bed and threw them in the hamper,
careful not to wake up my sleeping friend. I walked to the bathroom that me
and my sister used, we have a Jack and Jill set up, or whatever it is, I'm
not sure what my dad called it. My sister was already in the shower. Damn I
though I was going to get it to myself today. Oh well. I just decided to
brush my teeth and get that over with. After I had minty fresh breath I
went to the linen closet outside of mine and my sisters room and grabbed a
fresh towel since Chas probably took the one I put in there last
night. When I got back in the bathroom, the shower was still on. Oh I guess
I should say that there's a door separating the shower and toilet from the
sinks. I banged on the door and told her I needed to pee.

"come in, and make it quick." she replied."DO NOT flush." she added.

"okay, okay." I said. And then I peed. I stepped outside the bathroom and
waited. After what seemed like forever the shower finally stopped. Moments
later she came out of the bathroom with a towel and a head towel, I'm not
sure what those are called, but they look like ice cream on top of someones
head.

"God Matt, cant u at least put a robe on?" she said once she saw that I was
naked.

I shook my head no. "whats the point? Nothing you haven't seen." I said.

She nodded her head. "I guess, but still." she said. She was still being
too nice to me. It made me feel good, but awkward at the same time. She
gave me a quick rub on the head before she went in her room and closed the
door. I sighed, she was a lot like mom when she was nice. I didn't like it,
but I sorta did...if that makes any sense. Oh well. So anyways I jumped in
the shower and let the water relax my muscles for a bit before washing
myself. I was almost done when Brandon opened the door. He hopped in the
shower with me, commenting that it was really cold today. I nodded. A few
minutes later I got out and dried myself. I went to my room and grabbed a
fresh pair of undies, actually my favorite ones, my faded black briefs with
a hole on my left ass cheek. I loved them. I grabbed my socks and my black
skinnies. Yeah I wear skinny jeans, I'm a musician remember? And my
favorite tee shirt. Its an Iron Maiden shirt that my dad got at a concert
when he was my age. He gave it to me. I love Iron Maiden. Don't worry I'm
not a metal head, or at least I don't look like one. I look and dress more
like a skater most of the time, my hair is even long.  I like the way I
dress. Brandon is the only one in our group that doesn't wear skinnies. He
wears boot cut jeans I think, there not all baggy I know that. He dresses
like a rich kid I guess. He doesn't act like one though.

He came out of the bathroom a few seconds later and got dressed. My sister
was still straightening her hair by the time we were ready to leave. Oh
well. I walked downstairs, or apartment has thee floors. Kinda redundant,
but oh well.  I walked to the kitchen and pored me and Bran a bowl of
cereal. We ate and waited for my sister to hurry the hell up so we can
leave. My dad wasn't up yet, he didn't have to do anything today so he just
stayed in bed. He was awake, just not up and about. I heard his
t.v. on. Probably watching the news as usual. I went into his room, but
didn't say anything. I was scared because this would be the first day this
week without him. He knew I was scared, I knew he knew. He knew everything
about me, like I was see through and he was just constantly looking at
me. I didn't mind, not like I kept any secrets from him anyway. He gestured
for me to come over to him, so I did.

"you gonna be okay?" he asked me as he put his hand on my shoulder.

I crawled into the bed with him, buried my head in his chest and shook my
head no. he rubbed my back and hugged me.

"you'll do just fine, I promise. And if you feel like you need to come
home, just call me." he said.

I nodded, still hugging him.

"nice shirt" he added with a smirk.

I smiled at him weekly.

He pulled me closer and tousled my hair. It didn't help. At least he tried,
it made me feel a little bit better. But not much. I didn't say anything
else, neither did he. I just hugged him until it was time to go. Brandon
came in and got me a few minutes later. And then we left.

We were silent the whole way to the school, that was nice. We just listened
to music, stuff that made me feel better, well as better as it can get.

She parked at the high school, we had to walk to the middle school, which
was about ten feet away, but still. Her school started at 7:30 ours at
8:15, but she got out earlier than us. Me and Brandon had an hour to kill,
as usual. I got out my Ipod like I normally do, I turned it to a playlist I
had made before everything happened. It played "Appreciation and the Bomb"
by The Spill Canvas first. That song was sad, so it fit my mood, but they
lyrics were so true that it cut me. I didn't cry, I just changed
it. "Warmness on the Soul" by Avenged Sevenfold came on next, I knew that
song from atom and it was just as sad, so I changed it again. "Ohio Is For
Lovers" by Hawthorne Heights came on next, this song would make me cry if I
didn't change it. So I did. "Six Stars" by the Title came on next, I was
getting irritated with this sad music, it wouldn't help my mood, it would
make it worse. So I changed it again hoping for something poppy or at least
metal, but instead I got "Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance. I grunted
and changed it a few more times, hoping to skip the sad songs. It landed on
an alright song, "The Downfall of Us All" by A Day to Remember, so I
listened to it. But when it was over, and the song changed, "The Ransom" by
Escape the Fate came on. I grunted again. I grabbed my headphones and
ripped them out of my ears and threw them on the ground. Even the music was
trying to make me sad.

"Are you okay?" Brandon asked, scared.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not oh fucking kay." I said, a little too mean
even for me.

Brandon understood though. He reached down and got the headphones. "here,
gimme your Ipod, I'll pick something to listen to." he said.

I didn't care anymore, I reached into my pocket and fished out my Ipod and
gave it to him. He plugged in the headphones and gave me one.

"put it in your ear, this will cheer you up I promise." he said.

I did as I was told. He spent a few seconds picking out the song he wanted
but soon I heard the sound of a ridiculously distorted guitar and an all to
familiar "What the fuck?!"

I laughed at him and smacked him. "Ravenous, Ravenous Rhinos" by the
Calvary Kids, or I Set My Friends On Fire was the most ridiculous song ever
created. He put on "Situations" by Escape the Fate next. Its like all about
sex, it was funny to us. And then he threw on some Britney Spears.

I hissed and threw the headphone out of my ear. He laughed at me.

"Man why do you even have her on your Ipod? Shes like a disgrace to music."
he said.

I giggled. "Nah man, shes a disgrace to the human race." he laughed at me.

We walked into the cafeteria to wait for our friends. Coety showed up
first. He said his hi's to us, and didn't mention anything about what
happened in the last few days. I was glad he didn't. I didn't want things
to be awkward and all about me. Kacey showed up next and as usual gave me a
hug, but this one was a little longer than normal, I was glad, I needed a
hug. We sat and talked until Justin showed up. Then the bell rang for us to
go to class. R.J. Was always late, but he had first period with me and
Kacey. Me and Kacey have every class together accept for math, which was
fine cuz my math teacher is a bitch anyways. She hates me I swear.  But
Brandon has 5 out of the 7 classes with me. Our school is a little smaller
than others cuz its a really preppy, rich, private school, only a few
parents even in Manhattan can afford it. Its not tiny, but its not big
either. It gets bigger by like 200 students every year though. So Kacey and
I went to our first period. It was History class. I hate history, its so
stupid.

History felt like it took forever. Then we went to Art Class, she hates us
too because all we do is talk in there. But she cant say anything cuz we
get our work done. Brandon, Kacey, me and R.J. Are in that class, oh and
Tawni too. Her name was Ms. Hunter, and I swear that she is going to bring
a shotgun to school and shoot all of us one day. She litterally hates us,
its funny. Art is always fun, and it definitely took my mind off of things.

But the next class I had was with this sadistic punk named Kyle, he would
kill me if I let him. Tawni and Kacey are in this class with me, English,
or Language Arts and Literature. I wasnt looking forward to it.

As soon as I walked into the class Kyle and his little posse were already
giggling and pointing at me. Now Kyle is a fucking punk ass bully, but he
knows I wont take his shit. We've fought like 3 million times, but it
always gets broken up. I didn't really care why he was trying to pick on me
today, I just threw him a dirty look and sat down. The class went smoothly
until the teacher had a phonecall in the office and left us alone. Kyle sat
two seats behind me in the row to my right, his posse surrounding
him. Kacey sat behind me and Tawni to my right. Kyle started whispering
"pussy" to me. I didn't care. He could choke on a cock and die for all I
cared.

"I heard you had some drama this week." he said out loud.

I ignored him.

"Kyle, shut the fuck up or ill shut you the fuck up." Tawni butted in.

Kyle laughed. "oh okay." he laughed again. "as I was saying. I heard your
mom died." he said, tauntingly.  I winced.

"Kyle!! SHUT UP!!" Tawni said again.

Kacey got up and knelt down next to me, and Kyle took his vacant seat
behind me. Kacey got up and looked Kyle in the eyes. "Move asshole." he
said.

Kyle had his shit eating grin on. "Make me."

Kacey was gonnna too, but I stopped him. I didn't want him to get in
trouble cuz Kyle was a dick.

"That's what I thought." Kyle said. "listen to your master bitch." he
added. Kacey was so mad that I could even feel him tensing up as I held his
arm. Kyle turned his attention back to me. "so, howd she die? She get
electrecuted by her vibrator?" he laughed at himself.

I winced again, now I was getting mad.

"it don't matter anyways, your mom was a whore, at least now she wont be
spreading disease everywhere." Kyle said.

Tawni stood up. But I made her sit down.

"I'm sure shed even suck your dick if she could find it." he said.

He'd crossed so many lines it wasn't even funny.

"fucking low life bitch." he added.

I had enough. In one motion I jumped out of my seat on top of his and
punched him in the mouth. I didn't stop, I kept punching him and kept
punching him, taking all of my anger, agony, and sadness out on his ugly
ass face. I kept punching him, kept on and kept on. I could see nothing but
red and his face in my vision, and I heard nothing but his taunts. I
attacked him like an animal and didn't stop until I couldn't move my
arms. Kacey was holding them. I snapped out of my frenzy. His blood was all
over my fists and splattered on my arms and my face. His face was busted,
his lips were bleeding, his nose, his eyebrows, his cheekbones, he had the
beginning of a black eye, he had no other color to his face accept red, his
shirt was soaked with blood.

He looked at me like I was insane and had a knife to his throat.

"don't fuck with me Kyle, I'll kill you." I said, well yelled. I was still
so mad. I struggled from to get loose from Kaceys grip.

"You're gonna pay for this you son of a bitch." he said to me.

That's about the time when the teacher walked back in. she about had a
heart attack, the other kids in the room were looking at me like I had an
M-16 in my hands and had just shot the president.

Needless to say, me, Kyle, Tawni, and Kacey got suspended. I got long term
suspension and had a court date for an assault and battery charge. Oh well,
shit happens I guess.

My dad wasn't so mad at me, he was more disappointed. He actually laughed
when Kacey told him what Kyles face looked like. It was pretty funny except
for the fact that he was in the hospital and I had to go to court. It was
worth it, way worth it. I beat the living shit out of that low life mother
fucker. I cant believe what he said to me, still. But whatever. I'm glad I
put him in his place. Its where he belongs.

Well my dad still didn't want me to be at the house while he prepared for
the coming days events, so Kacey's parents picked us all up and took us to
Central Park. I was surprised, I almost killed someone and here I am at
Central Park eating ice cream and staring at ducks....lol. I'm not happy
though, not even a little bit. I'm still trying to get used to things
without mom.....


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