Chapter 1.
I'm Amias Vane and I have a plan. What's it, you ask ? To get the fuck out of here....
Ooohhhh, let me slow down. A proper introduction is due.... I'm Amias Vane. I'm 18, I just graduated. I live in a pretty little town called Briarsville. Adam Vane, an Englishman and Nia Vane, an Indian, are my parents. Ashna, 24, is my sister. I've got a top range grade and good future prospects. Normal eh?
Bollocks !!!
For starters, I'm gay, as if that's not hard enough to navigate, My dad's homophobic. My mom is subservience with a face and my sister has been missing for the past 5 years....
Should I yell Ta-da now or...
I sound like a basket case don't I?
That's because I'm. I've been for long....
I hated highschool, like -won't get out of bed- hate. Because...There was some occasional name-calling... A pinch of fag here, a splash of pansy there. It was manageable. What really bugged me were the people, there were just too many of them.... It's not as if I sweat myself into a puddle, everytime I've company, they just irritated me..... I kinda closed up around people. I still do. I kept my grade up, took various classes, joined academic clubs where you could hear the silence itself, wrote articles in my spare time, basically worked my arse off to keep my head busy. Vanessa Rickert or Vinny, a bona fide geek, somehow managed to not irritate me and so I can say that she's my friend. Nope, my best friend. She reminds, painfully, joyfully, weird-fully I guess, of Ashna. Apart from her was a no entry over me all through high school. I liked it that way.
With school over, all I have to pass time, is my poetry and sketching. Which I do, till it starts to bore me and then I go to hang out at Vinny's but now she's in US, enjoying her well earned family getaway, leaving me alone, alone in Briarsville, where dreams come to die.....yikes.
So this is.... No...this was my life till... Well ...I'll tell you...
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Dear Ashna,
I miss you my chuckle monkey....I miss your laughter, your hair, your pranks and even your lies....
the ones you told for Lisa....
'I was just blowing over her to dry the lipstick ....it gets messy if left wet you know'
lol...
you were like Ted Bundy for the noble art of lying.... You murdered the crap out of it...of course I knew you chuckle monkey I was 10 not blind...
Mom misses you too... well she doesn't say anything but she does go to your room and stand for minutes before her husband finds her... he doesn't like us thinking about you, gets him angry...well I'm angry too.... At the way things are here...I don't hate Briarsville but it's just that I'm done pretending Ashna...acting like I want something I don't... I can't go on... sometimes I feel like killing myself when I see girls just smooching their men on the street...it kills me that if I want the same it's a sin... why are my needs a sin? Because I'm a boy who loves boys?
I see his disgust Ashna ...disgust that I turned out queer too....I haven't spoken to him in years ....I'm pushing 18 and I don't even know who my father really is and honestly I fucking don't want to....Let him roast in his hate... I just want to leave this place... I've sent some of my work to Presence and I'm waiting for a reply... till then I've to bide this summer away....
I'll escape Ashna and I'll find you.... from whichever tree you've been perched on for the last 5 years, you brat.... I love you.... I need you....
your Chuckle Bunny,
Amias
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I folded the paper neatly and put it into its place- a box in my closet.... Closet.... ohh how vehemently I hate this word...
I peered through my window to find the dawn quite new... it was a saturday, I had completed my ritual and well it was time to head out... as I stepped outside, the morning air hit me pleasantly and I walked to the meadows...
But let me tell you the "Briarsville layout". First comes the proper town, filled with apartments, with the our only mall, our only train station, then come the rich people's house - each one bigger and more pretentious than the next, then come the smaller houses like mine. Mine was the last. After our houses, a ten steps away are the meadows, the woods and lastly the "Ice hills".... The meadows began just after my house and then spread out beautifully and have been my solace since god knows when... I walked along the line of trees all green and golden and summer smelling and fresh.... ohh how I love this place.... at the end of it all is a pond and that's what I call my spot... but today someone was there in the pond... I walked over to find a bicycle sprawled nearby and suddenly he came out of the water....
He was just magnificence in flesh .... his body was lean yet built...his chest toned and pink nipples like splashes...by the time I got to his bulge I must have drooled a bit... he stepped onto his strong legs when I realized that all this must have a face too and it would be unfair to ignore it... and I looked up...He was beautiful, all bone structure and light brown hair and dark blue eyes and thin lips and he was looking at me.... wait wait wait... what the fuck... I had just ogled a guy.... And he flashed at me, a nervous little smile.... oh I kid you not, this smile could have stopped traffic.....what sorcery is this Gay gods?
I must have looked like a hungry, confused perv because he looked freaked out, when he said 'Hey...are you fine?'
'Wuhuhh... yeah... well...um good morning' weirdly I muttered.
'Did I startle you or something?' oh boy you don't even know.....
'No not at all...'I replied
'I just cycled to the Ice hills, I guess they are called... and back ....I was hot so I stopped for a dip....'
'Ohhh... ok' and he's into sports too...god help me..'just wait a minute' he picked up his shorts and tee from the grass nearby and put it on and yes I stared...
He pulled his tee over and was dressed in a minute, as I stood rooted there. He then gave me his hand, I took. It was firm. 'Theo. Theo Sparks' I nodded and shook his hand and nodded and .... 'And you are?'
Ohhhhhh shit... I'm supposed to say my name too, ain't I? Amias , you raving fool.
'Oh... Yuh... Amias Vane.'
'Nice to meet you.' He let go of my hand and went to pick his bicycle. As he did so I saw him licking his lips in that thirsty dry way...I somehow couldn't bear that and asked 'Would you like to come in for some orange juice? My house is like a minute away.'
A smile lit up his carved perfect face and it creased adorably ....less perfect yet more beautiful 'Yes please I'd love that' I should have asked him for sex too... I thought as we walked to my house.... I never knew I could be so shamelessly in lust as to just stare at someone but he looked so hot I couldn't bear it.... I must have hit one of those hormone bombs that the doctors on the telly always go on about...
My thought train hit a rock as we entered my house. I quickly poured him a glass of the stuff and sat at the dining table.... he stood there guzzling down the tall glass ...as he drank his Adam's apple danced beautifully, I just wanted to run my tongue over his long throat... he finished his glass in seconds and looked at me with "I want more" eyes, more impossibly blue..... it was juice you idiot you could have asked for my arse looking like that. I gestured him to help himself and he downed another glass.... After that we stepped out where he said 'Sorry if I bothered you and thank you' 'Not in the least....welcome anytime' Again that dick tickling smile....
'Hey, I'm like new here. Just moved 3 days ago. Would you like to have brunch with me?'
'Yuhuhh'
'Whats that mean Amias?'
'Yes, I mean yes....'
'Well see you then... Tomorrow, midday at 7th on Carnegie Street....and thanks again...' a smile and he was gone....
My heart, my mind all met at one sentence..... What the fuck had just happened?
©Alexis Vane