Joey's Journal

Ch.1 Aug.23, 2007 Journal Entry #1

Please to god I hope noone’s reading this. Well, I guess I should start from the beginning my name is Billy Joseph Witaker but my friends, the few I have, call me Joey. I am 16 in the 11th grade, I’m gay, but only few know this. I have an older sister, Samantha a.k.a. Sam. I have a crush on, hell I fucking love, Jonathan Joshua Alexander. The crush started when I was eleven and he was thirteen. The kids were picking on me because I couldn’t fit into my gym uniform, I was so skinny. John was my savior because he made them stop we were friends from then on. He was the coolest kid in the school and I wasn’t. Many of the kids told me that I was unworthy of his friendship. I was beat up and bruised but I would never tell John the truth. Anyway enough about that back to John. Oh. My God he is so hot. I know that I sound like a school girl but who gives a shit? I love you John, and there I got it out. If I could just touch that muscular body of his, fuck I’m getting hard.

Have you ever dreamed about seeing your crush naked? Well I have and it was more than I imagined. His body is tanned, natural of course, with nothing but muscles. He isn’t buff like mucho muscles but slim. He’s tall with short gel spiked hair and a firm tight ass, think Brad Pitt. Well I have to go cause school is about to start and John is waiting. I don’t want to make him wait. See you next time.
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Journal Entry #2

School was so boring as usual except for gym. Want to know what I saw? John’s naked body. I wish that I could tell him that I love him but sadly he’s straighter than a twelve-inch ruler. People around school would know that a queer liked John and his reputation would be ruin so would be my life.

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“Hey Joey? John’s here,” Sam yelled from the living room. “I’m coming.” Joey was rushing to put up his journal then running down the stairs. “Sup Joey.” John was wearing some black pants, a black T-shirt, and some black and blue vans. His hair grew over the past few months. “Hey John you’re early why? You want to be on time for school finally?” Joey was staring at John who was staring at Sam’s ass. He cleared his throat. “Huh? My bad Joey what was you saying?” “Stop staring at her ass. If you were here when she dropped that dump, you wouldn’t look at her like that ever again.” “Ewe Sam. You broke the toilet?” Sam gave them both a look. ”Go to hell. I’m human just like you. Y’all act like you never take a shit.” They all looked at each other and then laughed. “We need to go or we\'ll be late for school. See you sis.\" \"Bye.” John and Joey walk out the door then John turns and says . . . “Bye shitty.” “Asshole. The nerve of some people.” The echo of laughter could be heard as a black Mustang speed down the road.

~~~~~~some time later~~~~~~


Entry #2 Continue

God I love his voice it’s deep and masculine. He should be the lead singer of our band. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the band. Well, lets start with the members I play drums, John on guitar, Iori bass, Katan guitar/vocals, and John’s older brother Malakai is the lead vocals. Did I mention that everyone in the bad is hot except me. Iori is the silent type you know mostly keeps to himself except when a certain red head is around also known as Katan. Katan is very talkative and he can be very annoying. Malakai, oh sweet Malakai, lets just say he’s an older version of John with longer hair that he keeps in a pony tail.

Joey’s writing was soon brought to a halt as John interrupted. “What are you doing?” “Writing.” “About what?” “The band.” “Cool let me see?” Joey yanks the journal John could get it. “ You know one of these days I’m going to read that.” They pull into the school and go their separate ways.

“Well if it isn’t little Billy Witaker all by himself.” “Not now Bruce.” “Awe all I want to do is play. Come play with me?” “No.” “I’m afraid no wasn’t the answer that I was looking for but nice try.” Bruce punches Joey in the stomach blood gushes out of his mouth and on Bruce’s shirt. “You idiot, look at what you did to my shirt.” “You hit me.” “That’s not the point.” He punches Joey in the face. Joey has now slumped down on the floor unconscious.