Escaping Perfect
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
26
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6,912
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50
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Chapter 3
Disclaimer: These characters are mine. Any reflection of real life people and events are totally coincidental.
By the time Warren got home, he knew he’d be in for a minor lecture from the ‘rents. Once the front door was opened, he could hear his parents talking and laughing in the kitchen. Little Colby was coming down the stairs with one of his school books when he saw Warren.
“Warren!” The seven year old ran towards his big brother hoping for a chance to get a Warren-style helicopter ride.
“Hey bud, how was school?” His small boy gasped out ‘fine’ and ‘good’ between bouts of happy giggles. Mr. and Mrs. Brick walked out of the kitchen to see their sons playing.
“Oh Warren, I wish you wouldn’t do that. It makes him so hyper.” Warren put down his brother, who staggered slightly with play-induced dizziness. “Colby, go wash your hands. “ Mrs. Lauren Brick was a freshly youthful and beautiful woman. Tall and curvy, she’d been an athlete when she was in school; her family was the side that Warren had gotten his athletic talent from. They were all big, tall people. He kissed her cheek and caught her signature smell, a soft soft scent of flowers.
“Sorry for being late.” He said to his parents. Mr. Brick patted him on the shoulder. “S’okay son. We thought we’d have to start dinner without you.” Mr. Peter Brick was a little over average height with mousy brown hair. He had pale gray eyes that his sons had inherited. Mr. Brick had a temperament opposite of his son, Warren. He was vivacious and easily excitable, while Warren was very laid back and content to be in the background. Mr. Brick had the superstar persona.
Warren ducked his head. “Um, well I had a slight problem…that’s what kept me late.”
“What?” His father asked.
“It was a small accident. I knocked off Jace’s side-view mirror…I wasn’t paying attention. It was totally my fault.” Warren rambled. A hand hit the pocket of his jacket and he remembered the invoice. “We even got an invoice for the damage.” He passed it to his dad.
Mrs. Brick patted his face, checking him for injury, but found none. “I’m okay, mom.” The concern was still etched across her pretty face. “Jace Howard?”
Warren nodded as he waited for his father to decipher the invoice. “Well, that’s not bad …not bad at all. Just be more careful next time.”
Clearly, that was end of that matter. “Son, remember you need to be here Friday afternoon. You have the ST interview and you really need to make a good impression.” Mr. Brick was already partial to Stateston Tech. The school was a contender each year for the national championship or the some of the other big bowl games and the possibility of winning championships could lead to Warren getting drafted by some great NFL teams.
Lauren Brick wanted her son to be happy and if football made him happy then it was okay with her. Warren’s father, Peter, was ready for the fame and the fortune of having a world famous sports player as a son. His legacy, his boy.
Dinner was filled with talk of the next game in the national finales. He tried to change the topic a few times so they could hear about his little brother’s day or his mom’s day or even his dad’s. Warren realized a long time ago, no matter what anyone else said, that the world didn’t rise or set on him.
After dinner, he headed up to his room. The brief moment of peace allowed him to replay the afternoon in his head. Even then, he wanted to smack himself.
A tap on the window grabbed Warren’s attention. He was daydreaming when he really shouldn’t even if it was private. He looked at the window and smiled. It was Sarah, his best friend. She once described them as being BFFL-best friends for life. It was a cool term, but he was a guy and guys didn’t have BFFLs, they simply had best friends.
Warren opened the window Sarah had been using for the past ten or eleven years to visit him. No matter how many times, her mother (and his) had scolded her; she continued to visit Warren whenever she felt like it. Apparently, Sarah never got the memo stating that after a certain age, girls shouldn’t be alone in boy’s bedrooms. Knowing Sarah, rebel cheerleader and all, she’d say ‘get bent’.
The tall fair skinned black girl settled onto the window ledge. A big grin on her face as she looked at Warren, who had yet to smile with the same enthusiasm.
“So, are you excited? Tell me, you’re excited?” She punched him in the arm lightly.
Warren smiled half heartedly. “Not really.” Sarah rolled her eyes. Her signature gesture when dealing with Warren-moments.
“Well, of course you say that…now!” She laughed. She tossed her feet in his lap and leaned back across the cushioned ledge. He head shaking all the while.
“No, I’m serious. It’s just a stupid game.” Warren tried to be affronted by the feet in his lap, but once again. He’d grown used to Sarah and her wars on personal space or the lack thereof.
“Warren, you are the most anti-superstar superstar I’ve ever met.”
“Well hell, aren’t I the only superstar you met?” He snarked.
Sarah laughed. “That’s beside the point. You are so ...so not into football. If you hate it so much, why don’t you quick? Yep, that’s right we had this discussion.” Sarah gestured grandly. “If you quit then the whole universe will implode.”
“And your butt will get huge and it will become the sun!” Warren teased. The pair laughed together enjoying their old joke.
“Then, the same goes for you being a cheerleader. I know you *love* track and you only tolerate cheerleading for you mom.” Sarah nodded with her lips turned up in a dramatic pout. “We do what we must…But honestly, I’m having the time of my life and I know that things can only possibly get better when we go to college.” Warren didn’t fail to notice the twinkle in her eye.
“Whatever Warren,” Sarah looked him in the eye, her dark eyes going serious. “You’ll always be my best friend no matter what.” The words meant a lot, and the meaning, if he could find a deeper one, made him feel slightly better about the day. Sarah continued, “I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did as long as you love!” She belted out.
“Oh God!” Groaned Warren as he tried to cover his ear with a pillow. Talking to Sarah and having her sing some horrible 90s boyband song always cheered him up.
Sarah left short after and he did his homework. Warren was bone tired, how much of that was mental, he couldn’t guess. When he closed his eyes that night, there were no guilty feelings. His eyes closed, falling into the slumber of the day. In sleep, his mind could be active and ultimately his conscious self and subconscious self could collide. Warren smiled in his sleep. Because here, it was okay to dream of cuddling beautiful boys with long dark hair-ultimately, because in dreams they kissed him back.
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By the time Warren got home, he knew he’d be in for a minor lecture from the ‘rents. Once the front door was opened, he could hear his parents talking and laughing in the kitchen. Little Colby was coming down the stairs with one of his school books when he saw Warren.
“Warren!” The seven year old ran towards his big brother hoping for a chance to get a Warren-style helicopter ride.
“Hey bud, how was school?” His small boy gasped out ‘fine’ and ‘good’ between bouts of happy giggles. Mr. and Mrs. Brick walked out of the kitchen to see their sons playing.
“Oh Warren, I wish you wouldn’t do that. It makes him so hyper.” Warren put down his brother, who staggered slightly with play-induced dizziness. “Colby, go wash your hands. “ Mrs. Lauren Brick was a freshly youthful and beautiful woman. Tall and curvy, she’d been an athlete when she was in school; her family was the side that Warren had gotten his athletic talent from. They were all big, tall people. He kissed her cheek and caught her signature smell, a soft soft scent of flowers.
“Sorry for being late.” He said to his parents. Mr. Brick patted him on the shoulder. “S’okay son. We thought we’d have to start dinner without you.” Mr. Peter Brick was a little over average height with mousy brown hair. He had pale gray eyes that his sons had inherited. Mr. Brick had a temperament opposite of his son, Warren. He was vivacious and easily excitable, while Warren was very laid back and content to be in the background. Mr. Brick had the superstar persona.
Warren ducked his head. “Um, well I had a slight problem…that’s what kept me late.”
“What?” His father asked.
“It was a small accident. I knocked off Jace’s side-view mirror…I wasn’t paying attention. It was totally my fault.” Warren rambled. A hand hit the pocket of his jacket and he remembered the invoice. “We even got an invoice for the damage.” He passed it to his dad.
Mrs. Brick patted his face, checking him for injury, but found none. “I’m okay, mom.” The concern was still etched across her pretty face. “Jace Howard?”
Warren nodded as he waited for his father to decipher the invoice. “Well, that’s not bad …not bad at all. Just be more careful next time.”
Clearly, that was end of that matter. “Son, remember you need to be here Friday afternoon. You have the ST interview and you really need to make a good impression.” Mr. Brick was already partial to Stateston Tech. The school was a contender each year for the national championship or the some of the other big bowl games and the possibility of winning championships could lead to Warren getting drafted by some great NFL teams.
Lauren Brick wanted her son to be happy and if football made him happy then it was okay with her. Warren’s father, Peter, was ready for the fame and the fortune of having a world famous sports player as a son. His legacy, his boy.
Dinner was filled with talk of the next game in the national finales. He tried to change the topic a few times so they could hear about his little brother’s day or his mom’s day or even his dad’s. Warren realized a long time ago, no matter what anyone else said, that the world didn’t rise or set on him.
After dinner, he headed up to his room. The brief moment of peace allowed him to replay the afternoon in his head. Even then, he wanted to smack himself.
A tap on the window grabbed Warren’s attention. He was daydreaming when he really shouldn’t even if it was private. He looked at the window and smiled. It was Sarah, his best friend. She once described them as being BFFL-best friends for life. It was a cool term, but he was a guy and guys didn’t have BFFLs, they simply had best friends.
Warren opened the window Sarah had been using for the past ten or eleven years to visit him. No matter how many times, her mother (and his) had scolded her; she continued to visit Warren whenever she felt like it. Apparently, Sarah never got the memo stating that after a certain age, girls shouldn’t be alone in boy’s bedrooms. Knowing Sarah, rebel cheerleader and all, she’d say ‘get bent’.
The tall fair skinned black girl settled onto the window ledge. A big grin on her face as she looked at Warren, who had yet to smile with the same enthusiasm.
“So, are you excited? Tell me, you’re excited?” She punched him in the arm lightly.
Warren smiled half heartedly. “Not really.” Sarah rolled her eyes. Her signature gesture when dealing with Warren-moments.
“Well, of course you say that…now!” She laughed. She tossed her feet in his lap and leaned back across the cushioned ledge. He head shaking all the while.
“No, I’m serious. It’s just a stupid game.” Warren tried to be affronted by the feet in his lap, but once again. He’d grown used to Sarah and her wars on personal space or the lack thereof.
“Warren, you are the most anti-superstar superstar I’ve ever met.”
“Well hell, aren’t I the only superstar you met?” He snarked.
Sarah laughed. “That’s beside the point. You are so ...so not into football. If you hate it so much, why don’t you quick? Yep, that’s right we had this discussion.” Sarah gestured grandly. “If you quit then the whole universe will implode.”
“And your butt will get huge and it will become the sun!” Warren teased. The pair laughed together enjoying their old joke.
“Then, the same goes for you being a cheerleader. I know you *love* track and you only tolerate cheerleading for you mom.” Sarah nodded with her lips turned up in a dramatic pout. “We do what we must…But honestly, I’m having the time of my life and I know that things can only possibly get better when we go to college.” Warren didn’t fail to notice the twinkle in her eye.
“Whatever Warren,” Sarah looked him in the eye, her dark eyes going serious. “You’ll always be my best friend no matter what.” The words meant a lot, and the meaning, if he could find a deeper one, made him feel slightly better about the day. Sarah continued, “I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did as long as you love!” She belted out.
“Oh God!” Groaned Warren as he tried to cover his ear with a pillow. Talking to Sarah and having her sing some horrible 90s boyband song always cheered him up.
Sarah left short after and he did his homework. Warren was bone tired, how much of that was mental, he couldn’t guess. When he closed his eyes that night, there were no guilty feelings. His eyes closed, falling into the slumber of the day. In sleep, his mind could be active and ultimately his conscious self and subconscious self could collide. Warren smiled in his sleep. Because here, it was okay to dream of cuddling beautiful boys with long dark hair-ultimately, because in dreams they kissed him back.
TBC...
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