Finding New Love

Hi, this is my first story on here, so if you have a comment, good or bad, it is always welcome. Thanks for reading!! 100% fiction!

Finding New gay love

Hi my names Ryon Anderson, and this the story of how I found new love, in an old friend.

Transfering to a new school is anything but easy, yet transfering to back to your old school that you left years ago is even harder. Most boys would be thrilled to go back to their old school, but my situation was under some irregular circumstances. About a year before I transfered to my new school, my grandfather died. My mother, being "daddies small girl", lost it and became unstable. My life turned to crap after that. My mother would beat my brothers senseless whenever she felt angry and would blame everything on them, and then she would beat them again. When their teachers called about their bruises, she simply picked up the phone and said, "F you", and then hung up. She didn't care what happened. I can still remember her and my fathers ruthless screaming matches. I would always run to my room, lock the door and wait until they were too tired to yell or I would cry myself to sleep. I wish this were a story about how I ran to my best-friends house and eventually fell in love with him, but it's not, the beginning of my life was dark and evil. After spending so many nights alone and crying myself to sleep, I finally lost it.

At school that day, some boy was making fun of me and kept calling me names, and kept making fun of me, over, and, over, and over again. I finally had the last straw. I got up, took a step back, took a deep breath, and stared him in the eye. He looked back and said, "What is the idiot mad, is the idiot gonna cry?" My face turned as red as a tomato and I grabbed the thirty pound desk and threw it straight at the boy. Then I started screaming at the teacher,telling her what a piece of crap she was and how she had no control of her class. I walked out the door and the nurse saw me. Her face went pail when she saw me. She dragged me to her office and gave me a whole bunch of tests and asked me a ton of questions. She then called both of my parents and told them that someone needed to come get me. The lst words I heard before passing out were, "Mrs. Anderson, your son just had a heart attack in class".

I woke up a few days later in my bed, wondering if it were all a dream. My mom came in and I expected the worst and hid under the covers. When she saw this, she just looked down at the floor in shame and said, "You probably think I'm going to beat you, don't you?" I answered with bracing myself for impact, but she just started talking again, "Honey, you've been asleep for a week and a half, the heart attack stopped blood from flowing to your brain. The doctors thought you were going to die, and they told us that the ammount of stress that led to the heart attack didn't just come from school, they believe it came from being at home, so me and your father have to attend court mandated therapy for six months".

Those therapy sessions led to an eventual breakthrough on both of my parents part. That's when they transfered me out of my old school, and placed me in a fancy private school. That was seven years ago, now I'm back at my old school, and I can hear all the little whispering about me. They all wonder if I'm still psychotic. The first week wasn't easy but there was a glimmer of hope for me.

First days suck, but this was a first day that I would come to hate forever. The minute I got there, people started turning to their friends whispering and pointing at me. I knew what they were saying but I was just going to ignore it all, as far as I was concerned, I was just going to dissociate this entire year until it was all over and I started going to a different school. This school was only temporary, as my parents searched for another school relentlessly, I am to act like a good little boy and finish out my schooling for the year. But this was not going to be easy. I knew more than 2/3's of the guys, and all of them remembered my psychotic rampage. I caught up with a boy that I had stayed friends with over the years, his name was Jake. Me and Jake had been friends since like kindergarten. Something was always different about Jake though, no matter what I did, he always wanted to be around me. Oh, I almost forgot, I have yet to describe myself. I am 6'2", dark blonde hair, eyes that change from gren to grey to blue, I've got a slender build, and I usually dress casual. For some reason over the years though, I have had an extremely difficult time trusting people, so it's been a bitch to make friends.

Thank God I had Jake. Jake introduced me to Isabela, a girl who came to this school right after I left. Me and Isabela got along great, we both had the same personality, cynical deuche. I had my reasons though, I was still a little mesed up thanks to my parents, I wish I went through that court mandated therapy that my parents went through. I actually thought that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't want to kill myslef because of this year, but alas, I was wrong. Thanks to a retarted mistake back in kindergarten, that for some reason had a way of re-mentioning itself throughout my life, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knew exactly who I was. This year was going to be torture for me, 'cause everyone remembered, or now knew, about my psychotic breakdown back in fourth grade. Isabela was surprised when she heard the story, of course the story had been twisted to the point where I 'tried to kill the little boy, and cussed out the teacher'. So, my life here was going to be exactly what I thought it was going to be, a living Hell.

I hadn't even thought to think about what my sexuality was, for all I cared, sex didn't even exist. I didn't care about any of it until someone walked into my last period class. He was 6"1', dark longish hair, dark brown eyes, and an extremely sexy, muscular build. I almost melted in my chair when Jake told me his name, Abie. Abie used to be a boy that I hated with a furry, he would never, EVER, shut up from second to fourth grade. With the family problems at home, I sure as hell didn't need that back then. Yet, I was droling over him now, all I could think was, "What the fuck is wrong with me?" He said sorry to the teacher for being late and not being here all day, then turned around and saw me. As he looked at me all I could do was get annoyed, I was sure that this god had complete access to all the gossip and was alerted of my arrival, and that he would have no mercy on me, telling me how messed up he thought I was.

He started walking up to me and I just braced myself to deal with his idiotic speach. Instead of jumping right into the seach, he took the desk facing me, right in front of me. He probably sat there for ten minutes doing nothing because it was study hall period. He finally spoke after staring at me the entire time, "Is it really you, Ryon?" I replied immediatly saying, "Ugh, yes, it's me, if you're gonna talk about the "incident", go ahead". He just stared at me again, then I saw his amazing full lips jut get a huge smile, he then said, "No, I don't care about that. When everyone told me that you were coming back, I couldn't believe it", he then stood up, grabbed his chair and put it next to me almost with tears in his eyes, he hugged me and said, "I have missed you SO much". He held on to me for about a minute until the end of the day bell rung. He got up and almost ran out of class. I just looked at Jake and said, "What the fuck just happened?!"

Jake replied with a blank look, Isabela then said, "I was just about to ask you the same thing". She then went on, "Dude, not only is he the HOTTEST guy in school, he is the most, freaking popular boy in both high school, and middle school, maybe even elementary, everyone looks up to him, from k-12th, I have no idea why the fuck he just did that". I walked out the front door of the school dazed and confused, with that same thought in my head, "What the fuck just happened?" I went home that day and just stayed in my room playing my thoughts on my violin, still wondering, still confused. I put my violin away, and went to bed. I didn't even say hi to my parents, I had just went straight to my room and ignored everyone and everything. I didn't want to know what happened or why it happened. Then my mother called me out of my room. "Ryon, there's somebody on the phone for you." I picked up the phone and just waited for someone to talk. On the other line, I heard a somewhat familiar voice, "Hello, is Ryon there". I replied, "Yeah, speaking, what do you need?".

"Umm...it's Abie, you know, from school. Umm, do you wanna hang out sometime?" I replied with, "Look dipshit, if your trying to lure me out of my house so you can beat me up or some shit, don't even try, I know these games , and if you really think I'm that stupid, then you can go fuck yourself!" I hung up the phone and went back to my room. I went to sleep with my earphones on and blasting. I decided to escape this world and go to the world of my dreams. The next morning, I got up and went to the kitchen. My mother asked me, "Who was that last night, on the phone". I replied, "Some asshole who thought he could trick me into getting my ass kicked by him and his friends". She sighed and said, "Honey I'm sorry, it's not gonna be easy down here, your just gonna have to wait until me and your father find another school that isn't filled with creaps". "Mom, it was just one boy, nothings gonna happen, why can't I just go back to Cloverstone". Cloverstone was my old private school, and that "one boy" that I was talking about, was a boy that was madly in love with me. He was so in love with me, that he ki-dnapped me in the middle of class.

He then took me to his house an attempted to rape me, but the cops showed up before he made "penetration". He pulled out a gun and shot one of the cops in the shoulder,the cops then opened fire and killed him. I spent the last two months of my sophmore year in psychiatric care. They wanted to "evaluate my sanity". I was then released after the two month period. As I "enjoyed" my vacation, that's when my parents told me that I'd be going back to my old school, Stanton. I haven't told Jake or Isabela about the psychopath who tried to rape me, or my princpal, or my counselor. Basicaly, that part of my life was going to be hidden from anyone and everyone. My life was already a living hell, so why would I want to make it any worse with boys asking if I were ok, and if I didn't want to be in school, because the memories hurt me to much. To be honest, I didn't give a shit. The boy was dead, and I knew this because I saw the bullet go straight through th fuckers brains. Of course my therapists still thought that I was incapable of love thanks to the expierience, but that happened long before the attempted rape. It was thaks to my parents, not my rapist. Of course, the rape thing was a good excuse. That day at school, we had to take benchmarks to see where we standed. I had a love/hate towards the tests. I loved them because there was manditory silence for the entire testing week, but I hated them because I was a genious and it just showed off how smart I was and then all the boys hated me. At least at Cloverstone, I was praied for my genious, by both teachers and students. Things were completely different here. I already knew that my high marks would socially murder me.

Yet I knew that I had to try my hardest so that I would get into the best school in the country when I went to college. That week was my bliss, after the tests, we were allowed to do whatever we wanted, we just had to stay in the building. That's when I saw something that I wish I could forget. I chose a secluded, abanded classroom that the school hadn't used in two years. The room actually had dust on the counters, I blew some off one corner of the counters and sat down in the darkest part of the room. I wanted to be secluded, and alone. Sadly, two more people had the exact same thought. Abie had a supossed girlfriend, but she was quite the little whore. Her name was Lilly. Lilly had just caught a new guy. One of Abie's best friends, Fred. Sadly, Fred had a insatiable lust for every girl that he looked at. Lilly was just his type, she just wanted a sleezy, one time, fuck buddy. It's funny, it was almost like they were meant to be together. Yet, Lilly was with Abie. But that didn't keep Lilly from fucking everybody that she could. She and Fred walked through the door of the abandoned classroom and I fled to an empty closet. "Note to self: Next time go straight to closet, much more hidden, and allot less dust". As they started the dirty talk, I wanted to barf. "Lilly, I can't believe you wanna fuck me, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, but I thought you were with Abie?" She replied in her usual bitch voice, "Oh fuck, who really gives a shit, you've got a dick, and I've got a pussy, now stuff me with that thing and lets get this over with". I closed the door and put in my earphones and waited until they quit fucking. My phone started blasting with texts from one person, Abie.

He asked me if I wanted to hang out with him in the fauyer of the school. I replied, "Umm, a little pre-occupied right now, maybe later". I pulled out one earphone and heard Lilly's whimpering. Apparentally, Fred has a huge cock. Her whimpering turned into crying as Fred picked up speed. She then said the worst thing I have ever heard her say, "Cum in me if you want, I can just blame the pregnancy on Abie, of course I'll have to fuck him first, anyway, just continue fucking me" For the next minute, I heard both of them hit their orgasms. I almost pucked when I heard that little bitches screams, ugh, fucking bitch. Even though I thought Abie was a little off, he was actually really sweet and didn't deserve to be treated like this. Once they cleaned the left over cum off the floor, they left. I was disgusted. She was a complete bitch, and Abie didn't deserve this. I went to the fauyer to check out what Abie needed. When I got there, Abie was sitting in one of the lounge chairs. The second I came into his view, he shot out of his chair and walked up to me to greet me. When he asked what I'd been doing for the last twenty minutes, I just answered, "Umm, I just got trapped somewhere, no worry, what did you need?".

He just blushed a little and looked down at the floor, then mumbled, "Do you wanna hang out with me sometime this weekend, I don't know, maybe go see a movie or somethin'". The only thought that went through my mind was, "Holy fuck, did he just ask me out on a date, shit, no wonder he puts up with Lilly, she's his cover". I grinned a little, then said, "Sure, do you want me to pick you up, or do you have a car?". He told me that he'd pick me up at my house at 7:30 p.m., right as he drove up, I was just putting on my black t-shirt. For some reason, I loved the color black. I wore black shoes, a black shirt, and black pants. Even my boxers were pure black. I swear to God, if you lost track of me at night for 1 second, you would probably never find me again. Even my hoodie was black. I guess the black thing came from the darkness that was my life. Anyway, Abie showed up in his car and looked to die for. He was wearing a royal blue, extremely tight, shirt that showed off his pecks and his abs. His longish, dark hair was laying flat, but curled to the left a little at his bangs. When he stepped out to great me, I saw his skinny jeans that really showed off his ass. Once again, he looked to die for. He was like a dream.

My parents were out partying with their friends and my brothers were at college, so I left a note saying where I was and that I'd be home by midnight, though I doubted that my parents would be home before me. Once we got to the theatre we bought two tickets to see a scary, ghost movie. It was "The Devil Inside" I believe. Halfway through the movie, everyone else in the theatre was scared shitless. But I was fine, now take me back to my past and I'll be screaming for help. Abie turned to me and said, "Aren't you scared, this is some pretty freaky stuff". I just shrugged and said, "I've seen worse, live through my chi-ldhood and you'll laugh at this movie, actually, you'll demand your money back". Abie laughed quietly and then put his head on my shoulder. I turned to him and smiled, then he kissed me on the lips and then touched me all over the place. I was shocked and stunned. I stood up and ran to the bathroom. As I looked back, I could see a tear come down Abie's face.