Chapter 1

Will's POV

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"Huh? Zac, is that you?" I mumbled sleepily into my pillow.

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"Let me sleep for just a little while." I groaned, turning on my bed and covering my ear with my pillow.

beep beep beep!!!

Ugh! stop! I'll get up now okay?! Sheesh!

I really needed to stop watching the greatest showman.

I woke up to an obnoxious and surprisingly loud sound emanating from my alarm, which was actually my phone. What? I always destroyed my alarms. Don't blame me, I'm not a morning person.

May their wires and boards, and whatever they were made up of, rest in peace.

Hey, at least I had a heart.

I turned on my bed after turning off my alar- phone, my phone- to be greeted by the warm rays of the sun. And by warm I mean burning.

Like a million degrees.

Ugh! I hated the sun. Then again, I never really did like anything.

I sat upright on the bed and stared at the boxes lying around, then at the clock just next to my bed on the table.

7:00am. Saturday. Time to unpack. Just great.

I groaned out loud and tried to lay back down to get more sleep. But luckily for me, the universe had other plans.

"Will, get up. I know we all slept in last night, but you have to unpack now." Mom called out behind my door.

Ugh! Mom, I hate you right now.

"I know you're up! Get your ass outta bed!".

My mom attempted to shout, but failed miserably. I snickered. She also wasn't in the mood to unpack now. Good.

"Oh and breakfast is ready. Come down and eat before unpacking." She finally said and left.

On the bright side, I had food to cheer me up. Momentarily. Sigh.

After a long mental battle, I begrudgingly strutted to the kitchen. I sat down on the chair, and all sadness was gone in an instant as I stared at the delicious pancakes right in front of me.

Oh dearest mother, how I love you!

"Morning, Mom. Morning, Freddy. Morning, Dad." I greeted.

"Morning." They all said in unison.

"Have you finished unpacking, Williams?" I stared at my dad like he was an alien wearing a pink tutu. He couldn't be serious. How could he possibly expect me to be done with unpacking by 7am in the morning!? And don't even forget, without eating too?!

"Oh honey, just let him eat first. He must be very tired." Mom chimed in. Oh mom, you're the best. Dad just gave me a once over, and decided to attack something else other than me. His tie. If he keeps pestering me like this, he's going to be late for work. Serves him right. Hmph.

That was my cue to start eating. I pounced on my food like a pack of rabid piranhas. Let's just say I ate the food in a not-so-humanly manner. What? Last night got me beat. Don't judge me.

"keep eating like that, you're going to puke your intestines out. Oh, and guess who's gonna clean it up. Yeah. You." My mom said smugly.

"I'm feeling the love, Mom." I said dryly, my voice lacing with sarcasm. It was at times like this I wished I was a girl. I could just fake a girl-related issue to get away with anything. I could even lie that I was pregnant. Okay, maybe too far. But it'd be worth it.

"Yeah yeah. Now can I eat in peace?" She glared at me for a moment but just waved her hands at me and turned to dish out food for dear old papa and Freddy.

Yeah. I'm the boss around here.

Dad smiled at mom after he was given his food and ate up all his food faster than I could say 'ease up there, flash'. Woah. I now know where my inhuman eating skills came from.

Dad stood up and took the plate to the sink, right after kissing my mom and thanking her for the meal.

Eww! Get a room you too!

"I'm headed for work now. Williams, you must've unpacked by the time I get back." Dad said giving me the 'do as I say or you'll be dead' look.

Seriously, was I the only one in this house who needed to unpack?!

"Yes, dad." I said flashing him the sweetest grin in the world. He just rolled his eyes and went to the door.

"Bye, Freddy." Dad said, looking at Freddy.

"Bye, Daddy." Freddy replied, smiling.

What? No goodbye for me? Well, whatever. It's not like I needed it anyway.

Dad closed the door gently. I heard the revving of his engine and heard the car drive off. The devil's gone now. Finally.

"Mom, I need more syrup in my pancakes, please." Freddy told mom with a pout.

"Okay sure here." My mom poured some syrup on his pancakes, earning a wide grin from Freddy.

"Thanks mom!" Freddy said, cheerily.

"Mom, I need syrup too." I said trying to form a pout and puppy dog eyes. I ended up looking like I was being electrocuted. Pouting wasn't just my thing. Sigh.

"No." My mom said dryly.

"But mom! You gave Freddy som-"

"That's because he doesn't sneak up all night trying to finish the whole syrup."

Oh man! I thought I was sneaky enough. All these years of playing robbery Bob just went down the drain. Great. That'd be the last time I played that game.

Oh man! And I wasted a great deal of money on it too.

"Whatever. I'll just take more pancakes." I said rolling my eyes at mom, glaring at her.

Freddy gave me an apologetic smile. I returned it with a smile of my own. I really loved my brother. He always knew how to cheer me up.

I reached over to take more pancakes from the pan. My mom stared at me and opened her mouth, but closed it the instant it was open. Thankfully, my mom didn't stop me this time. I snickered. Good. She thought better of it.

I took out my phone to check my messages, and saw one message. Before I could open it, my mom snatched my phone from my hand.

"Williams, no phones at the table."

Ugh! Parents, am I right? She dropped the phone at the counter, and was heading for the living room before she did a double take.

"Will, who's this?" My mom raised my phone to show me a picture of a guy on the screen.

Oh God. How did that get there?! It must've popped up as she was trying to take the phone from me. Shit. It was a good thing that my dad was already long gone. My dad was a very strict christian. He was probably the 'burn in hell, faggot!' kinda guy. Hell, he even had this renowned website where he blogged all sorts of offensive things about homosexuals. That alone was enough for me to shove any slightest hint of me being 'like that' as my dad would put it. I couldn't even imagine the things he'd do to me if he saw this photo. My mom, on the other hand, wasn't like my dad. I had this feeling that she wouldn't go all Godzilla on me if I came out or if I was lucky enough for them to find out on their own.

Okay , think think think think...

"It's... That's... It's nobody, mom! Um I'm done eating. The pancakes were lovely. I'm gonna head up to my room to unpack okay? Bye!."

I swiftly pried my phone from her hands and bolted for my room before my mom could call me back to interrogate me further.

Once I got inside, I shut the door and locked it, resting my back on the door. I really needed to be careful next time. I sighed and unlocked my phone, a picture of Zac Efron in his underwear greeting me.

I had an obsession with Zac Efron okay! He's just so cute and muscular and handsome and-

Hey Fag! We miss you.

Daniel.

The message read.

Daniel. The sick bastard from my former school whom I actually thought was a friend, but just stabbed me right in the back. Or was it the front?

I wasn't so much surprised though. I should've known something was up. I was always considered that loner kid with no social skills or reputation. Why would anyone want to befriend me?

I sighed and shut my phone and slid down, now sitting on the floor. You're probably wandering what the hell's going on. Right, I'll walk you through.

Once upon a time, there was a man named Victor Kay. He fell in love with a woman, Lilian. They married and made love, resulting in a child whom was named Williams Kay.

Eight years later, they birthed another boy, Freddy Kay. They decided to end their reproduction at Freddy. They weren't the richest people out there.

Too many siblings were just too much work, anyway.

The said Kays were very religious people. Catholics to be precise. Will grew up to realize he was actually gay. He took it upon himself to keep his secret a secret. If he didn't, he'd literally die.

Okay, enough of the third person talk.

I always made sure to keep my homosexuality caged up, which just made me... Well, the way I am now.

I always thought I'd stay that way. Maybe when I grew old, I'd get lots of cats to keep me company. I shivered at the thought.

Gross. Nuh uh. Not ever gonna happen. I'd rather die single. Cats give me the creeps.

I couldn't dream of coming out to my parents because of their, y'know, deep religiousness.

I always thought of coming out when I was all grown up and able to take care of myself. That way, if I did come out to my parents and they didn't accept me, but curse me and throw me out, I'd be okay. Somewhat.

So, I went to school and managed to pull through elementary school, all the way to middle school.

High school was just a disaster.

I had no friends.

Shocker. Not.

I really tried to make friends, but all my attempts were futile.

Was I really repulsive?

I didn't think of myself as repulsive though. I was brown skinned. I had slightly curly black hair which was always kept short. I wasn't really a fan of having too much stuff up there. I had light brown eyes with a soft hint of orange. I was tall, about 5'9, and kinda scrawny. I wasn't actually that bad. I had enough muscles on me.

See, I wasn't repulsive!

Eventually, I just decided to stop trying to make friends and accepted my fate.

One day at school, we had this project to do. The teacher said we were going to be paired in groups. Surprisingly, NOT, no one wanted to be paired with me. I was eventually paired up with some guy named Daniel. Yep you guessed it. The one and only conniving sick prick, Daniel.

Daniel and I got talking during the project. And by talking, I mean him just telling me not to disturb him when he wasn't in the mood to discuss about the project, and me just obeying like an overly docile housewife. Seriously, the project wasn't even that much of a deal.

Humans are so pathetic.

After the project, Daniel and I got closer and a friendship was born. Or so I thought. We'd hangout and do some other stuff friends usually do. All this while though, I felt something was off, but I just shrugged it off. I wasn't about to lose the only friend I had.

What? I'm a human. I needed to socialize.

This happened, and that happened blah blah blah... Okay yeah, so few months later, I found out that Daniel and some other group of dumb dickwads were trying to out me to the class.

How they figured I was gay was totally beyond me. I was sure I was inconspicuous enough about it. Oh well.

Before they could out me to the whole class, then the entire school, and then my parents, I decided to do something to get me expelled.

I tried so hard to do something, but nothing worked. Damn my good kid reputation!

Fortunately, my dad got a much better lucrative job, and decided we should move. It wasn't hard for my mom and me to accept because my mom didn't really have anything big going on in town, and I, well, let's just say I was soooo down for the move. I could finally extend my lifespan a couple more years.

My dad found a nice suburban area. Your typical neighborhood. We settled into our new home. In the night. Yep, you heard me right. In the night. The old grumpy grouch apparently didn't take directions properly.

We went Into our new home. It was...okay, I guess. The building was a cream coloured duplex, with bright green grass covering the premises, and guarded by a fence.

Yep. Your typical home.

The inside was nice. I'd choose our former home over this one any day but no pain no gain, right? The cream coloured walls were bare. Pretty sure in a few weeks, those walls would be covered with tons of pictures. The living room comprised three chairs on all sides of the room, with a transparent glass table at the center. There was already a huge plasma TV glued to the wall. Sweet! I bet if I plugged my PlayStation to this big beautiful black baby, I'd get the most amazing gaming experience ever!

Okay, I officially love this house.

The kitchen was pretty much the same as our former house, with just some little tweaks here and there. There were four rooms in the building. The master's bedroom, the guest room, and two other rooms which were apparently for me and Freddy.

Freddy wanted us to be roomies, but my parents decided against it. I wasn't really against my parents decision. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother but I didn't want him to wake up every morning on the floor. I was a terrible sleeper.

After taking a tour round the house, we started unpacking. Well, the others started unpacking while I stood there thinking of a way to not unpack this night without making me sound lazy. C'mon, cut me some slack. I was so tired after the journey. I couldn't possibly have any strength left in me to start unpacking now.

"Ugh! I'm tired, I can't unpack this night." I said while dropping a box on the floor. Mom and dad looked at me for what seemed like years, before my mom decided to break the silence.

"He's right, honey. It's been a long long drive. We can't unpack this night." My mom said to my dad tiredly.

"Okay, fine. We'll call it a day now, but first thing tomorrow morning, these boxes should be out of sight." My dad said sternly looking at me.

Seriously, what ever did I do to this man?

"Aye aye, captain!" I said to dad, now turning to Freddy.

"Race you to the room!" I smirked at him.

"Oh, it's on like donkey kong!" Freddy smirked right back at me and ran at a speed so fast that it would put the speed of light to shame.

Damn, the kid's fast.

I won the race eventually. Yes, I did! Why don't you believe me?!

I entered my room, gently shutting the door and locked it. I stared at the room, taking in the view of my new room. It had light blue coloured walls. There was an average teenager's bed at the middle of the room. There was a brown drawer by the bed side. The floor was a brown bare cold surface. I walked further and plopped down on my bed, sprawling out and staring at the ceiling. The ceiling had this yellow cream colour complimenting the room. In hindsight, the room was pretty much okay. Tomorrow, it would look better though.

I sighed and closed my eyes, not really anticipating the next day.

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Now, you're all caught up. Good.

I stood up from the floor, which now had a beautiful red carpet on it. I unlocked my phone, searched for Daniel's number and blocked it.

The past was in the past. I'd be starting over at a new school the next week. Hopefully, it'd be a less painful experience.

I sighed and walked around idly until I was in front of a big brown box.

Oh. I still needed to unpack. Joy. NOT.

This was going to be a long day.