Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 21:47:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Thad Subject: Dont Be Cruel Dont Be Cruel ~ This is boring so I'll be brief. *Don't read this if you are under 18 *This is all fiction and it implies nothing towards reality *I don't know the backstreet boys ~ Ok, this is my first story, so please don't be too judgmental. Also, everyone who reads my story gets a million dollars. That's all. :) ~ "Fuck!" I was shoving through my closet to find all my stuff scattered like garbage. No problem. My deal with Ace was that I'd break his arm off if he ever broke into my room again. I could hear his annoying voice now. "Lex! Giddy up already! Mom and Paul are already in the jeep." He pushed my door open a little and I could see the blood rush to his face. "Errm.. It was Paul?" He smiled weakly. That was his excuse last time, but even last time it was pretty weak seeing as how Paul was bigger than me in most areas and would never fit into any my clothes. Slipping on a thin brown sweater over my wife beater, I made to tackle Ace. I pushed him back and got him into a headlock and was about to give him the noogie of a lifetime when Paul made his cameo appearance. Ace lucked out this time. "Alright punks, that's it! Get your duplicate asses into that car PRONTO!" He gave two loud claps of his hands. Ever since I was maybe ten, I dreamed of the day when I would grow bigger than Paul. Then I could boss his ass around, but that day was not today so I just shoved along beside Ace with him following behind us. Now, the duplicate thing really got to me. Ace knew that and I imagine Paul did too. I hated being a twin. I mean, I loved having Ace around, but I was an individual and definably not a clone. Besides, we weren't identical twins. By the time we reached the car and I saw my mothers face, all my anger had subsided. She was giving us this great big happy smile that no momma's boy could resist. Ace and I hopped in the back while Paul made his way to the drivers seat. I didn't know where we were going, but I knew it would have to involve food. I could hear my stomach growling and I almost expected Ace's to follow suit. That was just like him to copy everything I did. We always took mom out for a special dinner on mother's day. It was one of the few things we were all together for since Paul had moved out. Not that I was complaining, I snatched his room for my own the second he was out the door. Ace waved his hand in my face distracting me from my thoughts. "Lex, look over there." He was pointing over at a car on the side of us. I managed to focus out a guy on the passenger's side. Ace nudged me in the gut. "Isn't he cute?" I was so glad the radio was blasting and Mom and Paul were engaged in conversation. I pushed him into the door. Paul turned around briefly and gave us what we called 'The Ice Ray'. Ace and me came up with that when we were five. It just meant that Paul was giving us his mean glare. "Shut up." Mom didn't know I was gay and I wasn't sure about Paul, but I didn't want him to know if he didn't already. Of course Ace knew I was gay. I always knew I could confide in him, and the day I told him he said he'd known for some time. Leaning over to Ace, I whispered in his ear "I already owe you a broken arm, we'll see what else I can do...And...Yeah he was kinda cute." This sent him laughing and eventually so was I. Paul turned around again and I prepared for the Ice Ray, but he just told us that we had arrived. Ten minutes later, we were seated at our table waiting for the food to arrive. I had of course ordered the most expensive thing I liked on the menu, seeing as how Paul was paying. I hated the way it took so long for restaurants to get your food. Mom loves McDonalds, why couldn't we have gone there? I was busy daydreaming when Ace reached over to steal my water. I wasn't really a water person, so I didn't mind, that is until he managed to knock over the hot sauce bowl. It wasn't a problem though; I caught it with my lap. I was about kill him dead when I remembered it was Mothers Day. Mom hated seeing us fight, so I just gave him a menacing look and excused myself from the table. Why did Paul have to bring us to such a fancy shmancy place? I could see several well-dressed people glancing over at my marinated crotch area. Finally I found what seemed to be the bathroom entrance and stormed over to the door. As you can imagine, I was in a hurry. This was definitely not a good feeling to have sauce 'down there'. I was in such a hurry, I didn't see the guy in front of me until I had managed to fully bump into him. He took a few steps back and nervously looked up as if I was about to cut his throat. "I am so...sorry?" I squinted my eyes in anticipation as I saw the stain on my pants slightly mirrored on his. I thought it was there before our little get together. Finally, he managed to get some words out of his shocked face. "What? I.... What the heck is on your pants? You got it all over me!" He didn't look interested in an answer as he made his way to a sink and started the awkward cleaning process. Since there were only three sinks and he seemed to have chosen the middle one, I had to use one right by him. I grabbed about a dozen paper towels and started to soak up and rub off as much hot sauce as I could. He grabbed a paper towel from me and started talking again. "You're so lucky this stuff is coming off." I cracked a smile, which earned me a confused look from him. "What are you smiling about?" "You threatened me." We still kept up on the cleaning process, as had our little talk. "Yeah?" I took another look at him. Sizing him up. He seemed to be doing the same. "I just think it's funny when munchkins try to take me on. I mean-" I was cut off as a wet napkin bounced off my face. "This munchkin thinks he could take you. This munchkins had a long day. This munchkins not gonna take any crap." If he hadn't said those last three lines in mock tone, I'd have been prepping for a fight. It seemed logical since I was always pissing people off. "Will the munchkin accept an apology?" While I was talking, I got out some more napkins and started to dry off my pants. "Yes the munchkin will accept an apology. But I'd prefer it if you called me Brian." "I'm Alex, but my friends call me Lex. You can call me Alex." He held out his hand and we had the proper handshake that always follows an introduction. "Lex? What? Are you some kinda villain that's always hassling superman?" I would have laughed, if what he said had been original. But I had teachers at school that insisted upon calling me Mr. Luthor. Then something in my head clicked. "Hey! I've seen you somewhere before." His face scrunched up at the comment. I just shrugged it off. "Yeah? I don't think I've seen you." "You're that cute guy from the car!" I think what I had just said shocked me more than it did him. I didn't mean to just blurb that out. It's just that when I'm searching my head for an answer I tend to get overly excited when I come up with something. Suddenly, another man walked into the restroom. I took the interruption as an opportunity to flee the scene. I made my way out of the bathroom, leaving that cute guy there with the most perplexed look on his face. When I got back to the table, I noticed two things. First off, the food had arrived. Secondly, mine was already half eaten. Judging as how my stomach was in the bathroom with me, I gave Ace a quick smack upside the head for eating my food. I motioned him to move over so I could get to my seat and I quickly sat down. Paul looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you?" I just gave him a shrug and started eating what was left of my food. "You look like you just lost a million dollars." My mom gave Paul a nudge indicating him to leave me alone. "Well, you better get that million dollars back to pay me back for that veal whatever you ordered." I laughed and he started to smile. Dinner was over after we had each given the customary 'I love you' speech to our mother. I made sure to go before Ace because he never knew what to say. I figured I'd say everything he might have said, that way he wouldn't have anything to say. It was complicated twin logic. Eventually we all got up and headed for the register to pay for our food, well, so Paul could pay for our food. The bill came to a whopping eighty-five bucks. Okay, so maybe that's not the most expensive food gets, but we were a McDonalds family mind you. Everyone started to file out the exit. Now, if I'd have walked through that door a moment sooner, he wouldn't have seen me. But it was fate. I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around to face Brian the munchkin. I was surprised to see him smiling. "You kinda left me puzzled." I remained speechless. I could hear the door opening behind me and felt Ace tugging at my arm. I could imagine what Brian was thinking. "I was just...kidding." What was I supposed to say? Of course Ace was now involved in the conversation. "Kidding about what?" I pushed him back. "Nothing Ace. Go back to the car with 'mom'." I made sure to stress the word mom, so Brian wouldn't think Ace was my boyfriend or anything. Though, from my earlier comment, there was probably no way he wouldn't think I was gay. Today was my lucky day. Ace actually listened to me and left. But not before he looked at Brian and gave me one of those 'wink wink' looks. "Did you say I was cute?" Now things were getting interesting. I was starting to get the hunch that he wasn't over here talking to me just to satisfy his curiosity. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I could've sworn he was smiling and looking at me more than he should've been. "Umm... I was just kidding." Wishful thinking or not, I wasn't about to risk the chance that this guy thought I was sick or was gonna laugh at me. His smile was still there. "Well, alright. I have to get back to my friends...but...take this before you go." That was it. He walked away, taking one last turn to smile at me. I looked at the paper in my hand. It read - Munchkin - 549-555-6485 ~ Thanks for reading my first scattered jargon of a story. On just about every other story I've read, they have a note at the bottom asking for feedback, so...hey, why not me too? ;) I'd appreciate any feedback, good or bad, stupid or scary. You can reach me at Thad@1r.com *I'm fresh out of a million dollars, so sorry. ~