Note: This story doesn't revolve solely around sex, so if a quick hot sex scene is what you're looking for, this story isn't for you.
A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with a new story for you. I'm really happy with how this story turned out and I hope you guys enjoy it. A huge shoutout to Y0rite for volunteering her time to help me as my editor. Her insight has helped elevate this story in ways I would not have managed on my own.
As usual, all comments are welcome, be it positive or constructive criticism. This story is complete and all remaining chapters are submitted, a total of 12 chapters in this story. Enjoy!
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Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. At least, that's what people say. In film and literature, people strive to write the unexpected; to create that amazing plot twist that nobody expects. Sometimes it works, but in an age where almost every plot and loophole has been exploited, it doesn't always pan out that way. Surrounded by clichés, is there really anything that can't be expected anymore.
Well, the short answer is yes.
Unlike the predictable movies and books you've probably watched or read, reality doesn't ever seem to fit into that 'happy ever after' mold. Sure, once in a while you see the occasional couple who've been married for 60 years, or the high school sweethearts that are still going strong even after spending four years at college 5000 miles from each other, but most of the time, the writers of real life seemed to have forgotten about the happy ending memo that so many people crave for.
While clichés in film are boring and dreary, certain clichés are so sought after in real life. Stories where the guy gets the girl and vice versa may seem plain and simple on film, but it's real life stories like that that make people go 'awww'. What I wouldn't give to have a little predictability in my life, except that in my case, it would be a guy gets guy kind of story.
You see, my life is anything but a cliché. As a 19-year-old senior in high school, I'm already a year older than most of my counterparts. Long story short, I wasn't a very good student when I was younger, but I digress. Add to the fact that I'm gay, you can imagine what high school would be like for me. I was the son of a single mother, sibling to an overachieving brother and secretly infatuated with one of the guys in school.
Right now, you're probably already painting a mental image of me in your head. How I, the lonely gay nerd was secretly pining for the hot straight jock. Or maybe how this straight jock was my best friend. How I was at the bottom of the popularity food chain that is high school, constantly picked on and shoved into lockers. Well, if you thought any of that, I'm sorry to disappoint, because like I said, my life is anything but cliché.
My name is Brad Pearson, and this is my story.
The day was beautiful, a cool breeze blowing past as I sat on my front porch, waiting for the old Ford Fiesta to arrive. The sky was bright, not a single cloud marring the solid canvas of blue, although I guess living in Bakersfield California, weather like this wasn't too rare. I leaned back on my hands, taking a deep breath, the warm air smelling of freshly cut grass from one of the houses further down the road.
"Why do you like waiting on the porch? You know there is A/C inside, right?" a voice said from behind me. I dropped my head back and stared at my brother upside down. Tim, as I've said earlier, was an overachiever in every sense of the word. He was a senior like me, but top of our class, unlike myself. Naturally, since I was held back one year in middle school, Tim would have been younger than me, although that's not the weird part. The weird part was that Tim wasn't just a year younger, but 5 years. Yep, the little genius was only 14 years old.
A little less than foot shorter than my 5'11" frame, Tim was definitely the smallest person in our grade. Granted, if you had compared him to kids his age, he was about average height. With his green eyes and blonde hair combo, many seniors looked at him as the cute younger sibling, something he didn't quite fancy much.
"We spend so much time indoors, a little fresh air would do us some good," I replied.
"Fresh air? You're on the football team. You get more fresh air than I do," Tim countered, taking a seat next to me regardless. Did I forget to mention that I was on the football team too?
"Doesn't mean I can't have more fresh air, right? Trust me, I'm older and wiser."
"Pfft, older probably, wiser not so much," he jabbed, rolling his eyes as he said this. I couldn't help but laugh at it, not because it wasn't true but because he was probably right. "So, what's taking Brian so long? It's already eight, right?"
"Like that guy is ever on time," I replied. My best friend was a lot of things, but punctual wasn't one of them. The only reason we had to catch a lift every morning was because I didn't have a car. Being a single mom raising two kids, money was kinda tight in the Pearson household. That's not saying that my mom wasn't great, she was, but between giving us a comfortable life and saving for college, we didn't have much spare cash to throw around. It's a good thing that Tim was very likely getting an academic scholarship or I'd probably not even be able to head to college.
"Speak of the devil," Tim said, drawing me from my thoughts. I saw Brian pull up in front of our house, his black car covered in a thin layer of dirt. As much as he loved his car, Brian didn't bother ever washing it. Just inside, I saw Brian Tanner with an obnoxious smile on his face, beaming at us from the driver's seat. "He really is a little too peppy, even for a morning person don't you think?"
"Trust me, I wonder about that all the time," I said as both of us got to our feet and trudged to the car, me hopping into the passenger seat while Tim jumped into the back.
"What up?" Brian hollered as I closed the door.
"Still too early man," I remarked, to which Brian rolled his eyes. He knew he could be a little peppy at times, but he embraced it. I've always told him he needed to chill out but it's not like he ever listens to me. But he's Brian and you can't help but love him. And no, I don't mean I love him like that. I was in no way in love with my best friend...and I'm not in denial if that's what you're thinking. "Where's Sam?"
"She's headed to school on her own today," Brian replied as he headed off down the road. Sam was his girlfriend and part of our clique at school. In total, including Brian, Tim, Sam and me, our group consisted of three other people, namely the twins Mitch and Melissa, and Jake. It was our own little squad, if you will.
"So, Tim," Brian started, looking back at my brother in the rear-view mirror, a smirk plastered on his lips. "Sam told me you've got your eye on someone in school?"
I raised an eyebrow and turned to Tim, seeing the blush creep up on his face. "And when exactly were you going to tell me about this?" I questioned. Tim never liked many people in school, firstly because he was younger than most people in our class, but also because he found girls his age to be a little on the annoying side. That's what he says at least.
"Well...It's no big deal," he said.
