Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 15:15:06 +0000 From: Tommy Evans Subject: Accidental Love: Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This work is of pure fiction and any resemblance of the characters and settings to real life persons, events, circumstances, etc. is purely coincidental. It contains the story of a boy growing up and falling in love for the first time with another boy. If you are not a fan of this kind of literature, please go somewhere else. This is not a quick jack off story. Instead, the characters are eventually developed as new chapters in their lives unfold, mainly revolving around love and the things that go along with it. ACCIDENTAL LOVE Chapter 2 When he walked through that door I smiled like an idiot. My mom heard the door open from the kitchen since our house was tiny and she walked over to us. "Hey there" said Brandon. "Brandon honey thanks for helping us out. Now don't feel like you have to babysit, you can just take him and let your mom feed him and he can stay busy playing games its what he does here" she told him. "Mom, I'm not a baby" I spoke up. "Its not a problem. I don't mind spending time with him. It'll be cool to have a little brother for the weekend" said Brandon happily. I agreed with him in my head. "Well if you actually like him you can keep him" my mom joked. "Thanks mom" I said. "Okay come here," she said to me as she pulled me to her. She gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. I was red now. 'Mom stop" I said. "You're still my baby. No Matter what" "Mom I'm going to be 13 in a few weeks," I said. "Shush. Now you behave now go" she said as she gently pushed me. "Come on little dude you ready?" Brandon asked. "Sure thing sir" I replied. He was wearing cool stuff as usual. I'm not huge into fashion or anything like that. I'm just a dude. But he always wore cool shoes, cool pants and t-shirts. His watch was super cool too. It was one of those G shocks. I always thought those were cool. I grabbed my bag and we walked out to the car. He had a truck this time. A nice shiny SUV. "You have another car?" I asked. "Yeah I have two. My beemer and my Range Rover" he answered. "Dude! I'm jealous" "Do you even know anything about cars Carlitos?" he said. "I hate being called Carlitos. Makes me sound small," I said. "Well?you are kind of small," he laughed. "Thanks" I said with lots of sarcasm. "Okay what would you like me to call you?" he asked as we got hopped in the truck. "I don't know give me a nickname" "Well you are my minion but I can't call you that in public" "Uh?Carl?wait no that's a white kids name and I'm Mexican... how about? just Carlos" I said giving up on the nickname. "Sure. I suppose," he answered coolly. It took us only about 8 minutes to get to his house because he was in the same subdivision as my house but he was just in the luxury part of it. I had been to his house actually, but I didn't get off the car cuz my mom and my dad were just dropping off something for his mom. The house was huge. All brick outside, lots of garage doors, a cool basketball hoop, a brick wall surrounding the front yard. I felt cool just parking. When we got inside it was just a wake up call for me. Everything was up to date, all electronics I would never even imagine seeing at my house. I stood there in awe. "Ok Carlos make yourself at home" Brandon said to me as we walked towards his humungous kitchen. The ones you see in those cool movies, yeah that was his kitchen. Then I saw his mom. "Carlitos! Honey welcome!" she said. "Hi" I smiled at her. "I was trying to clean the guest room for you but it's a mess. Why don't you sleep in Brandon's room? He rarely even comes home to sleep at nights anyway he stays out partying and usually falls asleep in the movie room" she told me. "You have a movie room?" I asked. "Haha yeah its just a big TV and couches" laughed Brandon. "Well ok. If he doesn't mind I can stay there," I said. "Okay Brandon take him to your room. Come down soon for dinner" she said. I followed Brandon through the house carefully so I wouldn't bump or break anything. "You're house is huge. Just three of you live here?" I asked. "Yeah. There was 2 empty bedrooms but I turned one into my game room and there other one is a second closet for my mother" he said as he rolled his eyes. "Whoa. That's just too much" I said. "Tell me about it. And she complains she never has anything to wear." When we got to his room I stopped. It was the best room ever. Huge. He didn't have a TV; he had a projector and a screen that came down from his ceiling. The electronics were amazing. His bed was huge and he had theater like couches in front of his screen. "You are one lucky dude Brandon. Does Eddie spend a lot of time here?" I asked. 'Yeah, want me to call him over?" "No I want to ditch him for once" I joked. "Sure thing. Well go put your bag in the closet and make yourself at home I'm going to go wash up" he said as he went to the bathroom at the end of the mini hallway he had in his room. I felt so small in his house. I mean his room was basically the size of my family room and my kitchen put together. I put my bag down and I looked at his clothes. He had so many. They were separated into colors, and his collection of shoes and sneakers was probably in the upper 30s. I walked out of his closet and then sat on his couches. They were so comfortable I could probably sleep more comfortably here and in my bed. I looked at my phone, some of my friends were texting me but honestly at this point I didn't even feel like replying I was cool right now. I walked around his room checking out his video game collection, which was insane, his movie collection, I even looked for his lotion and Kleenexes just to see what he was into in a way, but I didn't see anything. Hmm. I keep mine next to my bed for a reason. When he came out of the bathroom I jumped a little I felt like got caught doing something bad, but I hadn't. "Ok so what do you want to do?" he asked. "Uh, no idea there's so much to do" I answered. "Not really. I mean like mom said, I'm hardly ever actually here. "I would be inside daily if my room was this cool." I said. "That's crazy talk. I bet you would be outside swimming," he told me. "YOU have a pool? Figures. Why am I even surprised?" I told him. "Yeah we can check it out later on today. Lets play something," he told me as he sat on the couch next to me. He started up the video game system and handed me the control to play. The sound system was sick in his room. I looked around and he had some foam looking things around the walls. I thought it was for decoration but turns our they soak up sound so that his parents don't hear it too loud on the outside of the room although it didn't matter since their room was literally on the other side of the house. We must have played video games for an hour while we talked about random things before his mom called us down the speaker on the wall so we could eat. Even that was cool. "Come on minion lets go eat" he told me as he tapped my arm. Why I felt tingly when he touched me I don't know, but I was hungry so i'll deal with that later. We went down to the kitchen where his mom had set up 4 plates around the kitchen island so we could eat. "I cooked some enchiladas for you boys" she said. "Nice my favorite" said Brandon. "MINE too" I said excitedly. "Great minds think alike huh?" he said. "You bet" I answered. So we had dinner and it was awesome. His family all ate together, they talked about life and plans and business and asked Brandon about his friends and what he does and it was just so cool. My dad usually either eats before us or eats after cuz he is either asleep or drunk. My mom cooks and then feeds me and my sister then sometimes she eats with us or eats while she's cleaning. Not a bad mom not tall, but they just don't act like Brandon's family. I feel guilty but I honestly wouldn't mind living with Brandon and his family. After an hour of eating and talking and laughing Brandon's dad excused himself and went to his office. "So kids, what are you up to tonight?" she asked. "Uh probably just going to swim" said Brandon. "Carlitos did you bring swimming shorts?" she asked me. "No. I didn't know I was swimming" I answered. "Its fine, use one of Brandon's, if they don't fit you, then use your boxers if you want and i'll buy you some I'm going to the store. I'll call your mom to know your sizes" she said. "She really doesn't know them. I choose my stuff and wash my own stuff" I said. "Well not in my house. What size are you?" she asked. "No mam its ok ill swim in boxers or we can go pick up my shorts" "No way. I can guess your size just watch. Ok boys go on with your night I'm going to clean up and then go to the store. Is there anything else you need Carlitos?" "Not that I know of mam. Thank you though" I said. "You know Carlos, she's just going to buy you stuff regardless" Brandon told me as he laughed. "You shut your trap boy" said his mom as she threw a towel at him. I was completely amazed at how cool this lady was with her son. I mean my mom was cool, but not like this. I followed Brandon to his room and he went to his closet. He came out with some basketball shorts and a some underwear. It was the tighter ones, not the ones I'm used to. I gave him a funny look. "yes its for you. The underwear will keep your stuff from dangling in the water with loose boxers and you can swim with these shorts on" he told me. "I'm not used to tighter underwear" I said. "Its better. Well for me. I mean I don't like my shit dangling" "Oh.. okay that's cool. yeah ill use that." I told him as I grabbed it from him. "Okay you can change in the closet or the bathroom you choose. Most likely the bathroom try to shit before we go outside" he told me. "Yeah good idea thanks master" I said. He smiled when I said that. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. It was so nice. a huge tub, a glass shower stall, there was a mp3 player on the wall, the towels were fluffy and on top of that it was all super clean. I couldn't believe a teenager like him can keep a room clean. I took a shit and made sure I was nice and clean and then switched my under wear. I stared at myself in the mirror. I liked the way my body looked in this under wear. My ass looked nice and my package was well seen. I could get used to fancy underwear. I put on the shorts and my shirt again. I usually swim with a shirt on so I figured I would do the same. When I walked out of the bathroom he was already waiting for me with towels. He was wearing swimming shorts and a muscle shirt. I saw his arms I hadn't noticed before but he was pretty strong. He still had a bit of a belly like me. Not fat at all. I'm guessing its the beer the drinks. "you're swimming with a shirt on right?" I asked him. "yeah I usually swim with this shirt on why?" he asked me. "Oh cuz I'm wearing it too. I feel kind of chunky" "OH you're not chunky at all but I feel the same so its cool" he replied. He started walking out of the room so I followed him. We hurried to the back door and when he opened it my jaw dropped. The back yard was completely covered by shrubs and a fence. No one could really see into the back yard unless they were really tall and since the houses are pretty distant from each other I felt like we were in our own little world. The pool was huge, super blue, had jacuzzi and a small little water fall. It had a basketball hoop in the middle so we could play and small little cliff to jump off. I could literally swear that I was in paradise. There was a mini bar next to the pool with a hut the patio was awesome. Why was I noticing things I usually dont notice. I'm so not used to this kind of lifestyle. He guided me to the chairs next to the pool and we put the towels down. "you ready?" he asked. "I was born ready" I said. I walked back a little then ran and jumped into the deeper side of the pool. I imagined the water to be cold but it was the perfect temperature. When I came back up to the surface I saw him jump over me and into the pool. Man he could jump far. "So what do you want to do ? basketball? catch? just swim?" he asked. "Basketball of course" I answered. We played for a long time and out of nowhere his dad came out side with a remote and music began to play. Then lights in the pool changed color to the music. the shit money can buy, I thought to myself. "you guys having fun in there? you thirsty? juice water bottle?" asked his dad as he walked over to the little bar area. "huh?i'll take a grape soda" said Brandon. "Me too" I said. His dad grabbed them and walked over to us with a beer in his hand and our two sodas. "Settle down now dolphins don't splash me I have a movie date" he said. "You guys going out?" asked Brandon. "Yeah just waiting for your mother to come back. You guys going to be home?" "Yeah most likely" answered Brandon. "You having a good time Carlitos?" asked his dad. "yes sir. A blast. Your house is amazing sir" I said politely. "Thank you. you are welcome here any time. I'm heading to the kitchen. Theres always food to warm up in the fridge or if you'd like you can order some. Have fun guys" he said as he sipped his beer and walked away. "Is your dad always cool?" I asked Brandon. He was swimming around like a kid. That was probably the best part of him, he was a big boy but he acted just like me. It was great. "Oh sorry I was spacing out pretending I was a shark. what did you say?" he asked while laughing a little. I laughed too. "haha a shark. I asked if your dad is always that cool" "Oh yeah I guess if you call that cool yes. He's always busy with something so when he has time he likes to talk to me and my friends" he answered as he shot the basketball and swished it. "Cool. My dad's a douche. but that's whatever" I said. "I'm sorry about that. He seemed cool to me" "Cuz you're a guest. And because he is nice to your dad since your dad is loaded" "Oh?well i'll take your word for it then minion. Ready for another game?" "You bet!" I said happily. We must have played for another half hour before I started getting hungry again. All the swimming and jumping was getting to me but I didn't want to stop because it was cool playing with him plus every time he went up to shot id jump on him and for some reason I liked when his body and mine clashed. It was odd. At one point I even accidentally hit his dick area with my hand. it was soft but I got hard and I was completely shocked. I got nervous but I kept playing. I wasn't sure if he noticed or not but I tried to play distantly for a while at least until my damn boner went away. Once it did I went back to playing hard basketball. I ended up winning by one point. "Well good game. Nearly killed me a few times with your muscles there buddy" said Brandon to me. I knew he was lying. If anyone had muscles it was him. not me. "No you let me win" I said. "No why would I do that?" he smiled at me. "Cuz you're a nice person? cuz you don't want to beat a little boy at basketball" I laughed. "You'll never know. I'm going to get another pop you want one?" he asked me as he got out of the pool. "yeah i'll take one. and do you have snacks I'm hungry again" "yeah do you want me to go inside to check or want me to order some food?" "What time is it?" "huh let me check my phone" he ran over to the chair where we left our stuff. I couldn't stop looking at how his shirt hugged his body perfectly. What the fuck was going on with me. 'shake it off Carlos' I told myself. "it's 8pm" he told me as he went to the bar to grab our drinks. Then he walked over, sat on the edge of the pool and handed me mine. "thank you master" I said. "you're welcome my minion. So whats the verdict on snacks?" "I say we go inside, dry up and cook something?" I said in a question kind of way. "sounds good. lets finish our drink then we can go." he said. he was looking up at the sun and the clouds. don't know what he was thinking about. I pushed myself up and sat next to him as I drink my can of grape soda. "Brandon I really like your house" "Thanks. its not all as cool as it seems. I mean it is, but I mean the best part of it is sharing it with good people." "Do you have friends come over a lot?" "I do and I don't. I would rather go out somewhere to a party or something. but sometimes I do have friends come over" "are you mad that you aren't out partying right now?" I just wanted to know if was getting in the way. "No of course not dude. i've always wanted someone chill like you to hang with and play sports with. I never had a younger brother" "Where do I sign up? oh wait isn't eddie your little bro kind of?" I asked. "He is kinda but we don't always connect the same way. We think differently. He's more careless than I am" "I know. He's my best friend too you know" "Yeah I know." "Can I tell you something?" "Sure buddy" he told me as he looked at me. It as weird when he looked at me. I felt like he really cared about what I had to say no one ever actually looks at me and listens to what I'm saying. "I used to kind of hate you" "Why? I mean we didn't really know each other" he said surprised but he still didn't look away. "Because sometimes i'd want to do something with eddie and the loser was with you so he couldn't" "Oh I'm sorry. I mean if he wanted to invite you he could have I'm not like a friend stealer" "I know I just never really wanted to ask to get invited." I told him as he finished up my drink. "Well now we won't ditch you. Promise" he said as he put his pinky up. I put mine with his and when we made the promise I felt so warm and tingly inside. "Well you ready to go in now?" he asked me. "Yes master I am" I said happily. We got up and grabbed our towels. He dried himself and then took off his muscle shirt and dried himself. I tried to look away but I couldn't. He was cool to look at. He had strong arms, strong chest, but still had a trace of kind of chunkiness. Its hard to explain. Looks like he has chest hair and stuff but he trims it. it looks classy and manly. When he finished drying himself he looked at me. I was drying myself over my shirt. "Take your shit off silly. If you don't then you'll get extra cold inside because the shirt will feel super cold" he said. "No I feel fat" I said. "You're not fat you're a perfect boy" he told me. When he said that I kind of blushed but I didn't want to show it. "I know I'm perfect. don't want to show off tho" I giggled. "Well you're taking it off. As your master I say take it off and dry yourself" he told me. "sigh?ok" I said. the fact that I said the word sigh instead of sighing really made me feel stupid. When I took it off I thought he'd be looking at me but he wasn't. He was picking up my shirt and his shirt and doing that thing where you twist them and the water comes out. Then he dried his hair even more and finished drying himself. I wasn't mad that he didn't look at me, just kind of weirded out. Then he finally looked up at me. "you're not fat. You're fine bro. lets go inside" he said as he patted my back. We walked inside and he I instantly felt cold. The house was cold and I began to shiver a little. He looked at me and he put his arm around me and pulled me into his body. He was warm. Very warm and comfortable. "Come on lets go upstairs to wash up" he told me. We continued to walk with his arm around me. It took us a tad longer to get up to his room. he tapped the touch screen pad on his wall and I guess he turned up the temperature so I wouldn't be so cold. "Do you want to go take a shower first?" he asked me. "yeah I guess I could. let me go grab something to wear." I told him as I walked into the closet. I grabbed boxers, shorts and a tee shirt. "Ok go ahead i'll go shower in the hallway bathroom so we can be done at the same time" he told me as he walked out of the room with a boxers in his hand. "Yes master good thinking" I told him. I closed the door and looked at the shower. Oh boy maybe I should have asked how to work this thing. I took my shorts off and looked down. I wanted to jerk off but I felt odd, plus it would take forever. I got in the fancy glass shower and figured out how to work the water. I felt so classy. I would give anything to be rich like this. My parents would never have a bathroom like this. I love my parents, even tho I shouldn't care about my dad at times., but I would love rich parents too. I started washing my body and when I got to cleaning my dick I began to think about Brandon in his shower. I started imagining what he would look like and before I knew my 2 incher became a hard 4 incher. OH man. What the fuck was going on. I changed the water to cold and I shook all over. That fixed the boner problem. I hurried up and finished my shower and then dried up. I got dressed and then looked at myself in the mirror. 'Carlos get a grip of yourself. You don't like dudes you love pussy and tits' I reminded myself. Then I fumbled through my phone. I had some dirty pictures saved on my crappy phone. I looked at them. They would usually make me hard. But not this time. Fuck. What the hell. I put my shorts in the sink because I didn't know where to put them and then I went back to the room. Brandon walked in not too long after that and he was just in boxers and the towel was around his back. I couldn't help myself and I looked at him for a good 5 seconds. I saw his awesome legs. He was so manly, and his arms, and then the boxers hugged his package really nicely but I couldn't really tell if he was big or not I could see his balls were pretty low though. I looked away before he felt me checking him out. Then I realized I had checked him out and I nearly screamed. "you okay there buddy?" he asked me. "yeah yeah why?" I answered a little confused. "You just had a weird look on your face" "OH I was spacing out. I was thinking about my room and how yours is so much better" "Stop comparing man. Your room is fine. Its warm, cozy and even better its YOUR room. No one else's but yours. Thats what makes a room special" "Yeah, I guess. But I like your room too" "Well you're welcome here anytime minion" he said as he walked to his closet. I just sat on his bed. It was so comfortable. When he came back out he was just wearing some simple shorts and a black tee shirt. I don't know why everything he did was so cool me. He stopped as he was about to leave the room and he looked at me. "Well you coming downstairs to eat or what?" he asked. "OH yes! I am!" I said as I jumped. "You sure do space out a lot Carlos" he told me. "I'm sorry. I really don't know why. I mean maybe I just don't get out much. Just kidding I do." "Come on silly man lets eat" he told me as he tapped my shoulder. So we had a great time eating random food he found in his fridge and talking about tv shows we liked, movies, games, sports, everything really. I talk to my friends about a lot of things, but it just seemed like no matter what I said to Brandon he would understand and be really interested in what I have to say. It was so cool. Before we knew it we looked at the time and it was 1 in the morning. "You're parents aren't home yet?" I asked him. "Nope. I don't know when they'll be home. I'm usually gone too" he answered me. "Well not tonight master. Tonight you're just being boring with me" "I don't mind it." he said. "Master, where am I going to sleep?" I finally asked. It was on my mind for a while. I mean not that I'm planning to like sleep with him, because well that's not normal but I was just wondering. "Wherever we decide to knock out" "Really? that's awesome" I said happily. We finished up and then cleaned our mess. Then we walked towards the stairs to go down to the chill spot as he called it. "You ready to game or watch a movie?" he asked. "I can watch a movie. Preferably something funny" "How about something scary. I like scary movies." When he said that I kind of held my breath. I wasn't a huge fan of scary movies but I guess as long as I was hanging out with my bro I thought I 'why not. if I get scared I know I won't be sleeping alone. I agreed to the movie. The chill room was cool. had super comfortable sofas, enough to fit like 10 people, and the screen was huge. the speakers were huge too. we watched one of those paranormal activities movies. Honestly it did scare me. I was a scary cat when it came to scary kind of movies. Plus the speakers were super loud and every time something loud happened I nearly shat my pants. "You going to be ok minion?" he asked me "Yes I'm doing just fine" I lied. He smiled at me then we went back to watching the movie. we had made really good popcorn with hot sauce and stuff (mexican style) and I had already drank 2 water bottles. If I didn't go pee soon I was going to wet my damn shorts. When the movie ended I just looked at him. I wanted to go to the bathroom but I was too scared to start walking first. We shared one of those amazing what now moments where neither of us don't know what to do so we just stared at each other. "So want to go up to my room now? we can just go to sleep." he said. "I am kind of tired from the pool and stuff" said Brandon. "Yeah I know you must be. lets go" he said. He lead the way to his room and I made sure I stayed as close possible without actually digging my face in his butt. I was having this stupid random feelings. Whatever its nothing. It can't be anything I like girls. When we got to his room he jumped on his huge bed and jus lied down. I looked at him confused. "Oh I can make you a bed on the floor. Or that couch over there against the wall, that's a pull out bed couch. " "Umm where ever you want sir. you're the boss" "No I'm not the boss. you are Brandon" I said to him. "I don't care. I'm kind of lazy so i'd say sleep here. we can put pillows in the middle." he said. I knew he meant no harm I could tell by the way he acted, spoke and treated me. But what harm would he do anyway. I bet he's got girls all over him. What the hell is going on with my mind today. I shook it off. "yeah that's cool" I finally replied. I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself pretty far from him but not super far I didn't want to fall off because I move a lot when I sleep. He was lying on his back just looking up. I looked over at him and decided to do the same. "Carlos you're a cool kid. Don't change" "Why do you say that?" I asked. "i've seen a lot of people change" "I'm going to be me for ever. I mean I don't do anything bad" "How old are you again?" he asked. "Well I'm 12. But i'll be 13 in like 2 or 3 weeks" I told him. "Oh man. Look at you. You're going to be a teenager" "I know its not that big of a deal" I said. Its weird how of all the things we already talked about we never talked about age. "Well it is going to be a big deal soon. I mean I know you have told me your dad is kind of a d bag, so if you need anything ever let me know ok." "thanks Brandon." "No problem and don't worry about the whole girl thing. You have plenty of time to find the right one" "Yeah you're right. Bitches everywhere right?" I said with a chuckle. "no. women are not just toys, or a hobby. If theres anything you have to learn is that you have to be a gentleman. I learned the hard way. Trust me. Don't be a hoe" "What do you mean by ho?" "Well?as soon as you're ready down there, don't go putting it everywhere. In fact try to wait for a girl who really really means something to you" "ooooh my dick? Ok I guess I won't be a ho" I said. "you guess?" "I mean I don't know. I'm only 12 right now" "Things will change. Don't worry. But i'll be here bro don't worry" he said. "Thanks master" "No problem minion. Now lets get some sleep" "night master" "night minion" he replied. That night I fell asleep very comfortable in his bed. There was something about being around him that made me feel extremely safe and comfortable. In my whole 12 years of being alive, I don't remember a time where I felt so comfy. Well probably when I was little,but i don't remember it. **************************************************3 Months Passed By**************************************** Ever since that first weekend where i stayed at Brandon's house we became twins. Little by little we got super attached. We started hanging out all the time. He'd call me to take me to eat, to the movies, or just to come chill. Most of the time it was in a group with Eddie and one of my friends or one of Brandon's friends. It was super cool. I didn't get to spend the night much again because my parents didn't have anywhere else to go so far but school was about to start and i wasn't ready for it. My birthday was amazing. He bought me the coolest Android phone. It still wasn't as fancy as other phones because i specifically told him to pick something not so fancy or else my dad would kill me. My dad had a weird way of thinking. My mom was totally cool with me hanging out with Brandon because she knows he's a brother figure to me, and well a father figure sometimes. My dad likes him when he's here, and when he talks to him he's nice. But when i ask permission to hang with Brandon he always bitches or gives me this dirty look and tells me to go ask my mom. When brandon buys me stuff my dad can't afford, he gets all pissy. Its stupid. I had just woken up. I hated Mondays. Even tho theres still no school, mondays were the days where i couldn't go anywhere until 5pm because I had to help watch my sister. I didnt understand why since my dad barely ever worked. He did construction and he works maybe 3 days out of the week and the other day's he just drinking beer moping around bitching at everyone. Don't get me wrong he has good moments. But most of the time he just is in his room. I've even caught him looking at porn. I didn't think dads looked at porn. Me on the other hand, i was taking it easy on the porn. Ever since Brandon taught me to be a gentleman i get this kind of weird feeling after i jack off. Like a deep feeling of shame. i went down to the kitchen. It was like 9 am. I texted Brandon good morning. By now i knew all his schedules so i knew when to text and when he was in meetings. We basically texted all day everyday. Nothing different from any of my other friends except that he actually replied super fast. I watched tv and played video games until around noon. Thats when dad walked into my room. He stumbled onto my bed and sat next to me and put his arm around me. "Son, can i play with you?" he asked. Now he only asks this when he's either drunk, or when someone tells him he's a bad father. "You don't know how to play and your drunk" i said. "So now i'm not good enough. What because i'm not Brandon?" he said. He smelled of beer. And his words sounded weird. "What?" i asked surprised. "Because i'm not rich, or strong or young?" he asked. He started crying out of nowhere. I paused the game and looked at him. I've seen him cry before, but not over something stupid like this. I looked at him again. "Don't cry. You can play if you want" i said. "No thats not it. You don't understand me" he said. I was confused. What didn't i understand. He went on telling me about how hard life has been to him. How he didn't have any shoes when he was little when he was in mexico. He told me super sad stories of his family of how hard it was. Of how poor and how his dad died and all this other stuff. Stuff i had kind of heard of but never really thought of. I got really sad and cried with him. He made me feel guilty for even hanging out with Brandon and it totally sucked. I mean i loved my dad. But i just hated the fact that he drank so much. My dad talked to me for like an hour about all the hard times and he told me he loved me and that i could hang with Brandon but just not too much because he felt like i thought Brandon was better than him. After that talk he just left, closed the door and i was left in my bed thinking. For two weeks i was distant from Brandon. I would still text him but my reply times dropped by like 30 minutes. So our convos were choppy at times because i'd purposely not reply or i would be with other friends something something. When school started i completely lost track of everything. I talked to him and from time to time we went out to the movies with Eddie or we would just play catch, but it was only on weekends and maybe like twice a month. My dad got pretty strict with me when school started. If i texted someone he would always ask who it was. When we had parties brandon's family would come but brandon would sometimes leave or he'd stay and play and then he would leave. He knew that i was being distant and i was too confused with my dad and shit to even tell him what was going on. He did always reply to me fast and he did always talk to me though. I would text him for help on homework and he would gladly help me. He would still come from time to time with his mom and he would buy food for everyone and he would play games with me and we would always hug and sit close to each other, but when he left my dad would be super pissed at me and i just couldn't handle it. Halfway through the school year i did begin dating another girl. She was cool. Made me laugh, we held hands and kissed a lot. But boring kisses not the cool wet ones. She was very shy. We dated basically until the end of the year. I hadn't grown much and she was short so thats basically why i ended up dating her because well she was one of the few girls who were still shorter than me. I still talked to my bro and i still called him master. There were times where i would have a hard time choosing who to reply to first. Sometimes Brandon would even give me money to spend with her on our dates. I can say brandon and i had a cool best friendship throughout that year. We did hang from time to time and he knew my dad was the problem because somehow he found out. At first he was mad and wanted to talk to my dad, but then he gave up when he realized it was my choice. Soon enough it was about to be the last week of school. Woot woot. I was going to go to high school. I hear great things happen in high school. To Be Continued. . . . . . . . ------------------------------------------- I'm still choosing between writing longer chapters or short chapters. I apologize to those who just want a story to wank to. This is not one of those. But the story will get better as long as my readers keep giving me feedback. Please let me know how you like it so far, comments compliments, complaints, its all welcomed. much love, Tommy tommy199212@hotmail.com