The Prep and Goth War
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,984
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue 2: The Lost Child
His life with Aunt and her boyfriend was not pleasant at all. The family of 2 couldn\'t have children, however, Aaron wasn\'t a child anymore and Aunt thought her boyfriend could handle him. Instead, he abused him.
He couldn\'t remember what his real name was when he was seven but his father called him Metal Kidd as a cruel joke.
He woke up, not remembering what happened in the previous night. Suddenly he felt throbbing headache and his stomach threatened to throw up but no wounds. He slept with clothes on that were slicked to his body. Oh he definitely didn\'t brush his teeth.
How the fuck did I get here?
A door swung open and came stomping boyfriend. He didn\'t knock and Aaron didn\'t appreciate his entrance. Abruptly he got up and yelled, \"Get out of my fucking room!\"
\"How could you say that after I saved your sorry ass last night, you fucking punk?\" he yelled, slamming his fist into the Aaron\'s precious face. Aaron stumbled backward but regained his balance by the computer table. He looked up at him with his eyes filled of hate and anger.
\"Don\'t touch me, Walker.\"
\"Or else?\" he taunted, walking out of his room, leaving Aaron to glare. He growled to himself and looked at his human-sized mirror to check for any marks. He looked at himself. His hair was messy. He licked his lips seductively and caressed the jaw lines on the reflection.
He needed a lot of make-ups...
Aaron had long bangs that reached his lips but he pushed them aside. The back of his head was normal cut short. He was about 5\'7, an inch smaller than supposed. He was awfully thin, pale, and a goth. He preferred black clothes, black tank top or button down shirt with black wide pants or leather pants. He wore black eyeliners with gray eyes shades.
Countless, he has pierced on both of his ears, chin, lip, nose, eyebrow, and his navel but not all at once. Countless, he get into fights.
Aaron enraged, ran and smashed his head into the other boy\'s stomach and they fought. They clawed each other\'s to see more skin, they punched to see the bruises, they kicked to see blood, and they shoved to see more fight. Boys to boys, and more boys to boys were linked.
\"You motherfucker!\" Aaron wasn\'t sure if it was him or not but was busy punching the enemy\'s pelvis.
\"Stop it! Stop it!\" shouted the school staff. The faculties pushed the outlooking crowd, pulling violent students off each other. Aaron felt a final blow in his stomach and he landed on the ground with a loud thud. There were pain everywhere on his body and the fighting had been deceased.
\"He fucking did it! He started the whole fucking thing!\" some boy shouted.
He looked up at him, seeing him pointing to his enemy. He sighed with a relief and stood up. Of course, everyone was going to cover for Aaron. They were like slave but the greater slaves were his members.
\"Oh shit,\" Aaron muttered, clutching his stomach. He didn\'t remember the last time it hurt so much. He remembered the time when younger, he refused to eat for days and he became sick and pale. He hated that.
Skateboarding Park. The place where he used to hang out. Now that\'s what he\'s talking about. He skateboarded rarely because of the surroundings where people were. He wouldn\'t accept any of his surroundings. He usually goes at night.
And when he did-
\"Is that you?\"
He spun his head to the blonde. He was looking directly at him and that was when he realized a person was looking at him. His hair was pure blonde, sunny even though it was evening; eyeglasses were on top of his head. He wore navy blue sleeve shirt that said, \'Keep staring at me, I might do a trick\' and long beige short to his knees.
\"Oh my fucking god, it\'s you.\"
Suddenly he was pulled into an embrace. Strong skinny arms entrapped his body and arms as he wriggled to be free.
\"Aaron!\"
Wait- have he heard this before?
\"Adam,\" he finally said. Adam Kuhn Nicholas, he remembered correctly, was his childhood friend. Oh how many years before. They haven\'t had any contacts.
\"You\'re... different,\" he said softly, slowly looking up and down on him. He then smiled.
He turned around to walk away, scrapping his useless skateboard on the way. He heard his voice, \"Can I have your phone number? The last time I called, you don\'t live there anymore.\"
He had followed him along. Aaron sat on the 3 feet barrier with one of his knees clutched to his chest. The blonde sat down next to him. He admitted he\'s a good-looking guy and all but he was getting on his nerves.
\"Fuck off, blondie.\"
He turned to look at him playing with his \'Tony Hawk\' skateboard on his laps. He looked up and somehow blushed.
\"No.\"
And he grinned.
He couldn\'t remember what his real name was when he was seven but his father called him Metal Kidd as a cruel joke.
He woke up, not remembering what happened in the previous night. Suddenly he felt throbbing headache and his stomach threatened to throw up but no wounds. He slept with clothes on that were slicked to his body. Oh he definitely didn\'t brush his teeth.
How the fuck did I get here?
A door swung open and came stomping boyfriend. He didn\'t knock and Aaron didn\'t appreciate his entrance. Abruptly he got up and yelled, \"Get out of my fucking room!\"
\"How could you say that after I saved your sorry ass last night, you fucking punk?\" he yelled, slamming his fist into the Aaron\'s precious face. Aaron stumbled backward but regained his balance by the computer table. He looked up at him with his eyes filled of hate and anger.
\"Don\'t touch me, Walker.\"
\"Or else?\" he taunted, walking out of his room, leaving Aaron to glare. He growled to himself and looked at his human-sized mirror to check for any marks. He looked at himself. His hair was messy. He licked his lips seductively and caressed the jaw lines on the reflection.
He needed a lot of make-ups...
Aaron had long bangs that reached his lips but he pushed them aside. The back of his head was normal cut short. He was about 5\'7, an inch smaller than supposed. He was awfully thin, pale, and a goth. He preferred black clothes, black tank top or button down shirt with black wide pants or leather pants. He wore black eyeliners with gray eyes shades.
Countless, he has pierced on both of his ears, chin, lip, nose, eyebrow, and his navel but not all at once. Countless, he get into fights.
Aaron enraged, ran and smashed his head into the other boy\'s stomach and they fought. They clawed each other\'s to see more skin, they punched to see the bruises, they kicked to see blood, and they shoved to see more fight. Boys to boys, and more boys to boys were linked.
\"You motherfucker!\" Aaron wasn\'t sure if it was him or not but was busy punching the enemy\'s pelvis.
\"Stop it! Stop it!\" shouted the school staff. The faculties pushed the outlooking crowd, pulling violent students off each other. Aaron felt a final blow in his stomach and he landed on the ground with a loud thud. There were pain everywhere on his body and the fighting had been deceased.
\"He fucking did it! He started the whole fucking thing!\" some boy shouted.
He looked up at him, seeing him pointing to his enemy. He sighed with a relief and stood up. Of course, everyone was going to cover for Aaron. They were like slave but the greater slaves were his members.
\"Oh shit,\" Aaron muttered, clutching his stomach. He didn\'t remember the last time it hurt so much. He remembered the time when younger, he refused to eat for days and he became sick and pale. He hated that.
Skateboarding Park. The place where he used to hang out. Now that\'s what he\'s talking about. He skateboarded rarely because of the surroundings where people were. He wouldn\'t accept any of his surroundings. He usually goes at night.
And when he did-
\"Is that you?\"
He spun his head to the blonde. He was looking directly at him and that was when he realized a person was looking at him. His hair was pure blonde, sunny even though it was evening; eyeglasses were on top of his head. He wore navy blue sleeve shirt that said, \'Keep staring at me, I might do a trick\' and long beige short to his knees.
\"Oh my fucking god, it\'s you.\"
Suddenly he was pulled into an embrace. Strong skinny arms entrapped his body and arms as he wriggled to be free.
\"Aaron!\"
Wait- have he heard this before?
\"Adam,\" he finally said. Adam Kuhn Nicholas, he remembered correctly, was his childhood friend. Oh how many years before. They haven\'t had any contacts.
\"You\'re... different,\" he said softly, slowly looking up and down on him. He then smiled.
He turned around to walk away, scrapping his useless skateboard on the way. He heard his voice, \"Can I have your phone number? The last time I called, you don\'t live there anymore.\"
He had followed him along. Aaron sat on the 3 feet barrier with one of his knees clutched to his chest. The blonde sat down next to him. He admitted he\'s a good-looking guy and all but he was getting on his nerves.
\"Fuck off, blondie.\"
He turned to look at him playing with his \'Tony Hawk\' skateboard on his laps. He looked up and somehow blushed.
\"No.\"
And he grinned.