"It’s pronounced like jif"
Yeah well I don’t gif a fuck
i want to make friends but at the same time no
——————————————In Ryan’s P.O.V.———————————————
I love Black Veil Brides, Asking Alexandria… My parents hate me because I’m gay… My best friend is December. He’s beautiful and if you tell him otherwise I WILL beat you up. Anyway, here I go…
”C’mon Kris!” I stood outside by my motorcycle waiting for my younger sister.
She came out of the stained glass front door in big, curly hair, a tight, short, pink dress and really tall pink heels. “I told you not to call me that Ryan! My name is not Kris its Krissy, kay? Short for Kristina not Christopher.” She stomped her foot in front of me.
I turned and got on my motorcycle. “Just get on.”
She dropped her jaw. “I’m in a dress and you expect me to get on a motorcycle?!”
”Kris-Krissy, sit sideways with your legs closed. Just hang on tightly.”
”Fine.” She puffed out her bottom lip but sat down.
”Geez.” I said when we arrived at school. “Why would you wear a dress anyway?”
She glared at me. “Your the one to talk. In skinny jeans and leather. Your the freak, not me.”
I smiled. “Right.”
”Whatever.” She walked a different way.
Almost instantly after she left, I felt a familiar scrawny figure jump on my back.
”Boo!” December yelled.
”Hey bro.” I said.
He pouted slightly. “I can never scare you.” He said as he fell into step with me and sounding like a child.
”So… how was your weekend?” He asked.
”Boring. Stupid family reunion.” We walked to my locker and took our stuff out.
”Everyone trashed you?”
I nodded and sighed. “Mom told everyone what happened last week.”
Troy was a 21 year old guy I had met a few days ago. We got drunk and had sex in my parents bed and when they came home, saw everything. Troy is back in Georgia but now my parents know I’m gay and hate me for it.
”I’m sorry.” December said.
We walked to class. December sits across the room then after that, we go to different classes so I didn’t see December again until lunch. When I saw him coming towards my motorcycle, I hopped on.
”Ready?” He asked, getting on behind me.
He wrapped his arms around me. “No.”
December had been riding this motorcycle with me every time since I bought it and he is still scared of it.
”Just hang on.”
His hold tightened.
If only he were gay… The thought had passed through my head as if someone had spoken it to me. I ’flipped’ my hair and started the motorcycle.
December jumped and there it was again. That thought came back. Why am I thinking about December this way?
Inside the restaurant we sat face to face, with our food in between us.
I didn’t talk much but I sat there watching December chatter about Otep. I say watch because I wasn’t really listening. I watched the way his lips moved, he had beautiful lips. The way he moves his hands when he talks, the things I could show him with those hands. “Oh fuck.” I whispered as it hit me that I had a crush on December. My best friend.
He didn’t hear me but said, ”We should go now.”
”Yeah.” We went back to school and had to split up again.
After school, he was by my motorcycle, waiting for me.
He saw me and smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey dude.” I said.
”Hey. Think I could come over?”
”By me, yes. By my parents, no.”
He looked sad.
”We could try though. Kris has Cheer practice so you can ride with me.”
”Yay!” He brightened up and hopped on behind me. “Go slow.” He said but I rode really fast just to scare him.
”Ryan, your mean.” He got off at my house and stood with his arms crossed in front of him.
”Aw, c’mon. You know I’m just messing with you.”
”Well you scared the shit out of me.”
I extended my arms. “I’m sorry.”
He gladly ran into my arms and squeezed me tightly.
Just then, a group of guys from school drove by and screamed faggot out the window.
December pulled away.
My parents came out. “Whats going on?” My mother asked.
”Oh, hello Ryan’s mom and dad.” December said polite as ever.
They ignored him and looked at me.
”Just some kids being rude.” I said.
”Well you should quit being a fag.” My father said.
”Well you sh-“
”You and your boyfriend can’t be here.” He cut my smart-ass comment off.
I turned back to my motorcycle. “Fine.”
December got on too and we drove to his house.
”Dad’s gone.” December said to me when he opened his front door.
BxB may have some sexually explicit scenes but not too many but you’ll have to read to find out how Ryan falls in love then…
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road