Boy Next Door
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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9,165
Reviews:
97
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Revelation
Boy Next Door
Summary: Ryan is a loser. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but now he can’t hide it. He has no luck with the girls and no luck with the guys. But when that handsome new boy moves in next door, Ryan finds that some people actually like you no matter what you are.
Warnings: slash, humor, studliness, etc
Notes: It’s short. I tried to drag it out and couldn’t. Heh, sorry. I hope you guys like it; it’s the first original fic I’ve posted here. Anyway, I thought it was great…^-^
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Chapter One: Revelation
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My alarm clock went off in the morning at its usual ungodly hour, and I slammed my fist down on it with a most unnecessary force. The buzzing immediately stopped, and for just a small moment, I wondered if I would ever be able to get it to start again. As I stretched and yawned loudly, I noticed that I was still dressed in only my jeans and shirt from yesterday, and my television was still playing infomercials in the corner. I actually contemplated going to school just as I was, but I didn’t feel like adding “Who? That smelly bastard over there?” to the list of affectionate nicknames that I already had. With that thought in mind, I rose from my bed with full intentions on taking a quick shower. I don’t remember much of my morning routine, and I could only hope that I brushed my teeth as I rushed out the door to the bus stop. I was the only senior who rode the bus to school. I paused for a moment at the curb to hate my life.
After standing on the corner like a hooker for what seemed like an eternity, I saw the flashing lights of the slowing bus. Boarding with a morbid countenance, I saw the faces of all the underclassmen regard me with something akin to contempt. I sat down in my usual seat and tried to just blend in with the scenery. Not like they talked to me anyway; I was older than they were, but they still liked to think they ruled my world. I despised children.
I watched the trees and lawns pass by as we exited the neighborhood and started for the campus. The bus was alive with noisy conversations. It was entirely too early in the morning for such chaos. I did my best to tune out everything around me, but the wildness penetrated my thought process, and I found that no amount of impromptu meditation would keep me from hating them all any less. When the bus finally pulled into the lane, I sat in my seat until the others had cleared the aisle. It was no use trying to push into the mass of students, who apparently were just eager to get to class. I gathered my belongings and stepped off the bus with a sigh. As I walked towards the building of my first period class, a girl sauntered over in my direction with a wide smile on her face.
“Hey, Kris!” she said to some other girl behind me.
I stomped past their reunion, the two grinning and hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in years. We were just at school yesterday. Repressing an annoyed grumble, I continued on to my math class. It was heinous to have such a subject so early in the morning. I decided that I would go to sleep when I got there.
And so the day passed uneventfully.
When the bell rang for lunch, I stashed my books in my locker and leisurely strolled to the cafeteria. I had no one to meet there. I sat alone, so there was no one who would hate me for being late. Administrators lurked in the shadows of the hallways, waiting with tardy slips in hand, unnerving smiles on their faces. I didn’t trust any of them. Neither did any of the students at school. We feared them, not because of their authority, but because of their potential molesting power. All the administrators looked like the type to take innocent boys and girls and lock them away in the closet to do naughty things to them after school hours. I never stayed after school longer than necessary.
I sat at the end of a table and pulled my lunch out of my backpack. I had the same thing everyday: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, bottle of water, and a bag of chips. Everyday. For the past two years. Oh my God, I’m such a loser. Dropping my sandwich onto its plastic bag, I lowered my head and groaned inwardly.
“I need some friends,” I muttered to myself.
“Or maybe just some self-esteem,” an unfamiliar voice said suddenly.
I jumped, my eyes wide, and looked around to find the source of the mysterious utterance. Directly on the opposite side of the table stood a male student, seemingly in my grade level, with a friendly smile on his face. His large brown eyes stared down at me and his curly, sandy brown hair hung messily over his forehead. A few freckles splashed boyishly over his nose and the tops of his cheeks. He was gorgeous. I loved him.
“Uhhh…huh?”
He laughed at me and sat down, casually pulling out his own lunch.
“Is it all right if I sit here?”
“Uhhh…” I swallowed, and searched around for my voice. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
He smiled again. I looked down at my sandwich and forgot how to eat it. We sat awkwardly for a while, neither of us talking. Other students yelled across the cafeteria at each other, setting up dates after school, telling each other they would call. Boys held girls around the waist, their hands venturing lower than necessary. The girls did nothing to stop them.
“My name’s Kyle,” he said suddenly, reaching out his hand to me. “I’m new here and I don’t know anyone yet. I saw you sitting here and thought you wouldn’t mind if I came over. You don’t, do you?”
“What? Oh. No,” I replied, shaking his hand clumsily. “I don’t mind.”
“What’s your name?”
“Oh! Sorry.” I really needed to work on my conversation skills. “Yeah, my name is Ryan. It’s nice to meet you.”
His smile was back again, and he nodded likewise. When he started eating, I watched him out of my peripheral vision. I pulled the crust off my sandwich, because I never think to cut it off while at home, absently dropping it back into my paper lunch bag to throw to the birds later. It was something I had always done since I was in elementary school. I had a soft spot for birds that I would never admit to anyone.
“You’re new? Where’d you come from?”
“Iowa.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Small town in the middle of nowhere.” Kyle shrugged. “Dad got a better job here so we moved. I was really upset about it, because I knew everyone and wanted to stay where I was.” He grinned sheepishly, “I kinda threw a tantrum about it, telling him I hated him and all that.”
I laughed. “It’s not so bad here, though.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Is this your first day?”
“No, I’ve been here for almost a week.”
Nodding, I glanced out the window. I perused through my brain, wondering if I had randomly seen him around before. I hadn’t.
“Where do you live?” I asked suddenly.
“Right next to you.”
“…What?”
He was so blatant about it, so casual. I stared at him for a long time, questioning my intelligence. How could I have been living right next to such beauty and not realize it? I closed my mouth before it dried out.
“I notice you ride the bus. I could take you home this afternoon if you’d like.”
“Really? I mean, I don’t want to be in the way.”
“Nah, ‘course not. I hate driving alone anyway. You could ride with me to school everyday if you’d like.”
His generosity caught me off guard and I blinked at him, a blank expression adorning my features. He stared back at me, waiting for an answer that I couldn’t find the words for. We sat there a while, Kyle patiently watching me until my brain turned on again. Nodding numbly, and feeling very much like an idiot, I ate the last bite of my sandwich. There was another bout of silence, and it was hard for me to get through the rest of the lunch period. Kyle made me nervous and insecure; I could feel the crush on him forming. I would probably go home and fantasize naughty things about him. Many, many naughty things.
The bell rang, and everyone swarmed to the two exits. They were loud and obnoxious as they made way for the next set of students for the second lunch. Kyle and I stood, and I put my lunch sack back into my backpack, the bread crusts still needing to be fed to the birds.
“Hey, stand in front of the gym after school and I’ll find you, okay?” Kyle said, shouldering his heavy backpack effortlessly.
“Sure.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah.”
We went in opposite directions, and I was actually a little grateful for that. I had been uncomfortable for the better part of the conversation, and I knew that the embarrassment would continue and even intensify if I stayed around him too long.
Another sigh escaped me as I walked through the hallways. Only about two and a half hours separated me from Kyle and his car. I hoped that would be enough time for me to get myself together. But, thinking about it, I would face any kind of hell if it meant that I didn’t have to ride the bus ever again.
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Summary: Ryan is a loser. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but now he can’t hide it. He has no luck with the girls and no luck with the guys. But when that handsome new boy moves in next door, Ryan finds that some people actually like you no matter what you are.
Warnings: slash, humor, studliness, etc
Notes: It’s short. I tried to drag it out and couldn’t. Heh, sorry. I hope you guys like it; it’s the first original fic I’ve posted here. Anyway, I thought it was great…^-^
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Chapter One: Revelation
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My alarm clock went off in the morning at its usual ungodly hour, and I slammed my fist down on it with a most unnecessary force. The buzzing immediately stopped, and for just a small moment, I wondered if I would ever be able to get it to start again. As I stretched and yawned loudly, I noticed that I was still dressed in only my jeans and shirt from yesterday, and my television was still playing infomercials in the corner. I actually contemplated going to school just as I was, but I didn’t feel like adding “Who? That smelly bastard over there?” to the list of affectionate nicknames that I already had. With that thought in mind, I rose from my bed with full intentions on taking a quick shower. I don’t remember much of my morning routine, and I could only hope that I brushed my teeth as I rushed out the door to the bus stop. I was the only senior who rode the bus to school. I paused for a moment at the curb to hate my life.
After standing on the corner like a hooker for what seemed like an eternity, I saw the flashing lights of the slowing bus. Boarding with a morbid countenance, I saw the faces of all the underclassmen regard me with something akin to contempt. I sat down in my usual seat and tried to just blend in with the scenery. Not like they talked to me anyway; I was older than they were, but they still liked to think they ruled my world. I despised children.
I watched the trees and lawns pass by as we exited the neighborhood and started for the campus. The bus was alive with noisy conversations. It was entirely too early in the morning for such chaos. I did my best to tune out everything around me, but the wildness penetrated my thought process, and I found that no amount of impromptu meditation would keep me from hating them all any less. When the bus finally pulled into the lane, I sat in my seat until the others had cleared the aisle. It was no use trying to push into the mass of students, who apparently were just eager to get to class. I gathered my belongings and stepped off the bus with a sigh. As I walked towards the building of my first period class, a girl sauntered over in my direction with a wide smile on her face.
“Hey, Kris!” she said to some other girl behind me.
I stomped past their reunion, the two grinning and hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in years. We were just at school yesterday. Repressing an annoyed grumble, I continued on to my math class. It was heinous to have such a subject so early in the morning. I decided that I would go to sleep when I got there.
And so the day passed uneventfully.
When the bell rang for lunch, I stashed my books in my locker and leisurely strolled to the cafeteria. I had no one to meet there. I sat alone, so there was no one who would hate me for being late. Administrators lurked in the shadows of the hallways, waiting with tardy slips in hand, unnerving smiles on their faces. I didn’t trust any of them. Neither did any of the students at school. We feared them, not because of their authority, but because of their potential molesting power. All the administrators looked like the type to take innocent boys and girls and lock them away in the closet to do naughty things to them after school hours. I never stayed after school longer than necessary.
I sat at the end of a table and pulled my lunch out of my backpack. I had the same thing everyday: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, bottle of water, and a bag of chips. Everyday. For the past two years. Oh my God, I’m such a loser. Dropping my sandwich onto its plastic bag, I lowered my head and groaned inwardly.
“I need some friends,” I muttered to myself.
“Or maybe just some self-esteem,” an unfamiliar voice said suddenly.
I jumped, my eyes wide, and looked around to find the source of the mysterious utterance. Directly on the opposite side of the table stood a male student, seemingly in my grade level, with a friendly smile on his face. His large brown eyes stared down at me and his curly, sandy brown hair hung messily over his forehead. A few freckles splashed boyishly over his nose and the tops of his cheeks. He was gorgeous. I loved him.
“Uhhh…huh?”
He laughed at me and sat down, casually pulling out his own lunch.
“Is it all right if I sit here?”
“Uhhh…” I swallowed, and searched around for my voice. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
He smiled again. I looked down at my sandwich and forgot how to eat it. We sat awkwardly for a while, neither of us talking. Other students yelled across the cafeteria at each other, setting up dates after school, telling each other they would call. Boys held girls around the waist, their hands venturing lower than necessary. The girls did nothing to stop them.
“My name’s Kyle,” he said suddenly, reaching out his hand to me. “I’m new here and I don’t know anyone yet. I saw you sitting here and thought you wouldn’t mind if I came over. You don’t, do you?”
“What? Oh. No,” I replied, shaking his hand clumsily. “I don’t mind.”
“What’s your name?”
“Oh! Sorry.” I really needed to work on my conversation skills. “Yeah, my name is Ryan. It’s nice to meet you.”
His smile was back again, and he nodded likewise. When he started eating, I watched him out of my peripheral vision. I pulled the crust off my sandwich, because I never think to cut it off while at home, absently dropping it back into my paper lunch bag to throw to the birds later. It was something I had always done since I was in elementary school. I had a soft spot for birds that I would never admit to anyone.
“You’re new? Where’d you come from?”
“Iowa.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Small town in the middle of nowhere.” Kyle shrugged. “Dad got a better job here so we moved. I was really upset about it, because I knew everyone and wanted to stay where I was.” He grinned sheepishly, “I kinda threw a tantrum about it, telling him I hated him and all that.”
I laughed. “It’s not so bad here, though.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Is this your first day?”
“No, I’ve been here for almost a week.”
Nodding, I glanced out the window. I perused through my brain, wondering if I had randomly seen him around before. I hadn’t.
“Where do you live?” I asked suddenly.
“Right next to you.”
“…What?”
He was so blatant about it, so casual. I stared at him for a long time, questioning my intelligence. How could I have been living right next to such beauty and not realize it? I closed my mouth before it dried out.
“I notice you ride the bus. I could take you home this afternoon if you’d like.”
“Really? I mean, I don’t want to be in the way.”
“Nah, ‘course not. I hate driving alone anyway. You could ride with me to school everyday if you’d like.”
His generosity caught me off guard and I blinked at him, a blank expression adorning my features. He stared back at me, waiting for an answer that I couldn’t find the words for. We sat there a while, Kyle patiently watching me until my brain turned on again. Nodding numbly, and feeling very much like an idiot, I ate the last bite of my sandwich. There was another bout of silence, and it was hard for me to get through the rest of the lunch period. Kyle made me nervous and insecure; I could feel the crush on him forming. I would probably go home and fantasize naughty things about him. Many, many naughty things.
The bell rang, and everyone swarmed to the two exits. They were loud and obnoxious as they made way for the next set of students for the second lunch. Kyle and I stood, and I put my lunch sack back into my backpack, the bread crusts still needing to be fed to the birds.
“Hey, stand in front of the gym after school and I’ll find you, okay?” Kyle said, shouldering his heavy backpack effortlessly.
“Sure.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah.”
We went in opposite directions, and I was actually a little grateful for that. I had been uncomfortable for the better part of the conversation, and I knew that the embarrassment would continue and even intensify if I stayed around him too long.
Another sigh escaped me as I walked through the hallways. Only about two and a half hours separated me from Kyle and his car. I hoped that would be enough time for me to get myself together. But, thinking about it, I would face any kind of hell if it meant that I didn’t have to ride the bus ever again.
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