SailorCheesy
He was scared. He was nervous. He didn't want to go home, he didn't want to face his mother and father and his older brother after what his brother had seen him do... He had seen him kissing someone. But not just anyone. A boy. He was kissing another boy. And now, his brother was going to tell his parents and his parents were going to kill him.
He was in distress as he dropped his backpack onto the ground and weakly called out, "I-I'm home!"
As soon as he did so, his mother, father, older brother, and, somehow, his boyfriend were upon him and hugging him tightly.
"I love you." They all say together.
He smiles, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest and grinning widely. That was a LOT easier than he had imagined it would be.
Why. Why, why, why, why, why why?!
Why was she sitting all alone in a courtroom, head buried in her hands and shoulder's shaking with sobs. Why was this happening to her? All she wanted was to bring justice to herself. She had been VIOLATED, she was the victim!
So why was she being punished?! It wasn't right, it wasn't fair!
There was no justification for his actions, so why was the court pretending that it was the other way around?
They were red and lying on the kitchen counter. Sundried tomatoes The girl smiled at her younger brother, then grabbed his hand and carefully guided it. The knife held in his hand. which was being held in hers, was stead and smooth as it chopped through the delicious fruit. The young boy licked his lips and smiled up at his older sister, who made him pause in his cutting.
"Pay attention, now." She says softly, smiling.
He nods happily, letting her firm hand guide his as they sliced up the sundried tomatoes.
She slid all of her cash across the counter. It was a nice day outside, sun shining, birds chirping, a light wind... It was the perfect day. She had FINALLY saved up enough money to buy the guitar she had been looking at.
The music shop she wanted it from was closing down, so they were having a sale. Perfect timing.
The man at the counter counted up the money, put it in the cash register, then smiled lightly at her. He had a stubbly chin and green eyes that seemed to sparkle with delight. He hands her the guitar.
All that saving was DEFINITELY worthwhile.
His fingers flew across the keys. His blue eyes were dead focused on the computer screen before him. He was hunched over in his black, leathery office chair. Green boxers and a loose grey t-shirt are the only clothing on his lanky and pale body. A hand through his golden-blonde hair, then down and accidentally knocking his glasses away from is face.
Writing stories based off of true events was harder than he thought.
It was hot. The sun was bright, shining down on the girl who was slowly dragging herself along the deserted road. She was tired and she was hungry. Even a pepper would have sounded good to her right then—even the hottest one in the entire world. Anything was better than nothing.
But there were no peppers, especially not even the hottest one in the world.
There was nothing to help her out there.
The young man was sitting outside the bar, his hands in his lap and looking around with a bored expression.
Suddenly, someone came up to him and said "Try a pepper?"
He sighed, "How much?"
"Oh, they're free, just try it!"
He grabbed one, grumbling about how outrageous people were today, and shoved the pepper into his mouth. Immediately, he felt like his mouth was on fire. He started gasping and stared up at the woman giving them out.
"Water is ten dollars." She said with a smile.
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