Why am I writing another story even though i didn't finish Buttoned Down? I just felt like writing this story one day and here it is. I won't leave you hanging midway immediately like for the other story, i finished quite a few chapters already. I'm actually considering trying to finish this story.

Anyways, nothing slashy happens in this chapter but be warned that it will start in the next few chapters. I rated it M for a reason. This chapter is to introduce the main character and all that jazz. You'll meet the lover later on. ;)

There will be a lot of SLASH, so you know, if you don't like it, don't read it.

I watched as another autumn leaf fell from the enormous oak tree.

I felt a soft nudge on my shoulder and I fell backwards onto the soft lush grass. I could dimly make out a figure through my purple oval glasses.

The figure sighed. "Ad, why are you dressed as a hippie and playing the ukulele in the middle of the park?"

I sat back up and strummed my precious ukulele. I began to sing, "Oh dear brother, you are so stiff, relax and smell the air, the fresh, fresh air. It's a beautiful day today, won't you enjoy it?"

He sighed in a frustrated tone. "Adele, I don't have time for this, I have to get to work. Come on, I don't want you to get raped or something."

I didn't want to argue, I am a hippie after all, and got up to follow Aaron home. I strummed my ukulele again and sang as we walked back to the comfy apartment that is our home.

"Cum by ya my lord, cum by ya…" all pun intended, thank you very much.

He just walked faster and I began to skip so I could match his pace.

"Brother, oh brother, I want platform shoes, will you buy me platform shoes?" I sang.

He just shoved me and kept walking.

I shrugged. I guess he doesn't want to buy me platform shoes.

I hummed to myself the rest of the way. It wasn't that far, I was only at the local city park. We live in an apartment on the corner of a semi busy street. I like our apartment, it was comfy, and it was artsy because Aaron's girlfriend is an art major and made it so because she said it was ugly before. I agree.

We walked up two flights of stairs; I took two steps at a time. Aaron opened our thick green door and I followed him in. He put his things on the table in the foyer and I went to put my ukulele in my room. I walked back out still in my hippie outfit.

"For Christ's sake Adele, please, change out of that ridiculous outfit." My brother said exasperated.

Well, Mr. Pouty face obviously didn't have a good day.

I went back to my room and changed out of my attire, I put on some black batman boxers and a wife beater. I walked back out to the kitchen and sat in a bright blue stool. It can spin, so I of course spun around a few time and then walked to the little island and starting eating some grapes that were already washed.

"What's wrong with you today?"

My brother looked up from his phone, he was text messaging, and gave me this look. I knew what that look meant and just nodded and went back to my grapes. They were green, I like green.

"So, Dale still not willing to pay child support for me eh?" I asked.

"No." he grunted in reply.

"I bet you he was complaining about how he already had four kids and an annoying wife to eat up his money. Then you said that you'd bring him to court for it and miraculously his phone rings at that exact moment and he disappears."

He was quite.

Yup, right on the money. Or lack there of… He was supposed to pay child support ever since he left but being a bastard he is, he never did.

My brother finally put his phone in his pocket and looked at me. He ran his hands through his hair, back and forth, back and forth. Hmm… we have the same jet black hair. That pretty much ends our similarities besides the things people point out that we don't notice, like how our faces are shaped the same or something. He has shockingly pale blue eyes whereas I have these amber, light brown ones. I like his eyes better. He's 6'2 and I'm 5'11. I have tanner skin that him; he's so pale I like to crack ghost jokes on him. He doesn't find them funny. We act differently, sort of, well we cope differently.

He looked mad, oh boy, I get to hear him rant again.

"He's a son of a bitch, that's what he is."

"What? Grandma was a bitch?" I teased him.

He gave me an angry glare and continued. "That fucker, it's not like we can support ourselves. I'm still in college and you're still in high school. We don't have any other family except the ones we can't reach because they're off in third world countries trying to be all helpful or disappeared (I think uncle Andy became aunty Andrea). All he has to do is give us some money monthly, that's all we're asking for, so fucking stingy. Jesus fucking Christ, now we know why he and mom got a divorce. He didn't deserve her."

"Yeah…" I just nodded. I didn't want to think about mom.

I think he felt my unease and changed the topic.

"Ready for school tomorrow?" he asked.

"No." I said flatly.

"It's not going to be that bad." He tried to reassure me.

"Aaron, I don't understand why I still can't go to my old school." I complained.

"Adele, you know why. We can afford this apartment for now and we can't afford for you to get a car so you'll have to walk and the new school is closer."

I just gave him my best helpless look.

"But what if I don't make friends? What if I am bullied? They don't like fag boys like me there Aaron. You don't go to high school anymore so you can't beat them up and scare the rest of the student body for me anymore. I'm all alone." I said rather pathetically. I even gave him my best puppy eyes.

My brother sighed. "Ad, it'll be fine. And if anyone picks on you, you know what to do. I didn't teach you those defense techniques for nothing. Even if you don't make friends immediately, you will eventually."

"As long as you don't dress as a hippie," he added.

I sighed dramatically and dragged my feet to my room. "FINE, throw me to the pack of wolves. Your own brother, I see how it is Aaron! I see." I can be a wee bit melodramatic sometimes.

I felt a grape nearly miss my head. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. He threw another grape and I barely dodged it. I ran into my room and slammed the door.

I chuckled softly to myself and walked over to my desk. I turn on some music and checked my e-mail.

"Tomorrow, it's tomorrow. I wish it was still summer." I said to myself. I didn't say it softly because I didn't really care; my brother thought I was already a freak anyways. I know he loves me though.

Reviews are really really nice. It tells me if you actually like the writing style so far. I felt as if my other story's writing wasn't good and that's what frustrated me.

To Buttoned Down readers: I'll try to keep going with it, maybe one day