18Okay peeps, the rewritten version of my Black Sheep story. The original chapter 1 was over 2 years old and now I have rewritten it I love it way more! Chap 2 is half through so will be up soon too. I have leared a lot in the past few weeks about writing stories so expect some changes in the story! (no changes in storyline though, just adding more life to the stories).
I hope you all like it and please leave a review! I would like to know what part of my writing still needs some working on. (Love is appriciated too :P )
!WARNING!
This story is about gay guys and angst. Angst includes automutilation, homophobia and suicidal tendencies.
!WARNING!
Love ya all! And please read on!
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1. New Year
His soft lips touched my skin. Just one second on my cheek, one glance, and there was a girl - same ritual. Now another guy, just a simple handshake. And even after the fireworks my cheek still tingled. At the other end of the bonfire I saw him sitting. His long brown hair reflected the flames and almost looked like it was burning. His soft blue sweater and his old torn blue jeans looked so comfy that I would love to hug him. His beautiful green eyes crossed mine…
"Wow, Jack, what have you done?" I wake up from my memory. Jack is standing in the doorway. My jaw drops, Jack has gone through a complete make-over. His hair has been dyed black and he is wearing a long, black leather coat. Everything he wears his black, from his skater pants to his nail polish. Jack is looking very uncomfortable because of all the staring and his blush even reaches the tops of his ears. I fall in love with him for the second time. As I look around I see the few gothic girls in my class looking at him in surprise, so even they didn't know about his plan. One of them looks at me after a few minutes.
"Now you're not the only gothic guy, Vic," She smiles with glancing eyes.
"I know, I'm not the only black sheep any more," I smile at her. As I turn back to my table I see Jack sitting in the seat in front of me.
"You look cool Jack," I say to him while doodling nervously in my drawing book, the shapes are beginning to look pretty familiar. I begin with detailing his shoes and the flames on them.
"Thanks," Jack responds and I see even his neck getting red. "It was my birthday Friday and I asked for a lot of money for new clothes." Then he whispers so soft that even I can barely hear it, "I wanted these clothes ever since I met you."
"I like them. They look great on you," I whisper back. He bows a little deeper over his bag. I hang my hair in front of my face to hide my blushing. The drawing is already coming along pretty well. The way he stood in the doorway just had me captured and I really needed to draw it. Damn creativity, I sigh. The bell rings for our first class, the teacher walks in and closes the door. I keep on drawing as I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Your homework, please? And get your books on your table." I reach for my homework and give it to the teacher. Total focus on completing the drawing as fast and detailed as possible.
"Vic?" Jack whispers.
"Yes?" I look up and cover the drawing with my arm.
"I forgot my books at home. Can I look at yours?" Jack looks at me with a really cute smile. Got to make a drawing of that too. I've never seen him smile like that before, it makes him look like an angel.
"Yeah, no problem." I whisper back as I get my thoughts back in order, quickly hiding the drawing underneath my writing pad. Jack gets his coat and his bag and sits next to me. Well that much for a quick drawing.
Drawing has been a passion of mine ever since I was little. I have boxes full of drawings from almost everything I could think of. Aliens and pretty boys alike, all boxed up in my room. There is one box hidden under my bed, a box full of doodles of Jack. Jack smiling, Jack standing on the back of a bench in the park, Jack drinking from a bottle of water, Jack happy and Jack sad. Also pictures of him that didn't actually happen. Jack pierced and wearing fishnet shirt, Jack bound to a bed, Jack sitting on his knees in front of me naked... Obsessed much? Yeah, maybe a little. But he looks so frigging cute. It is not just the way he looks but also the way he is, always happy and cheerful. Too bad he is straight, not that he is dating anyone, but he just looks too good to be gay.
I catch Jack glancing at me as I turn my head. What did I do? I didn't talk aloud did I? Or moan cause that would be even worse I guess. But he just smiles at me and looks away. WTF? Okay, odd. The next class I catch him looking at me again, but now I see something else too, he is not just looking at me, he is Looking at me. His eyes all dreamy and far way, but as he notices me he turns away again. Blushing hard he starts looking at his book like it is the most interesting thing in the world. The next time he looks at me I smile at him, he smiles back but than hides behind his hair blushing deep crimson. Oh, wow, that never happened before with Jack. It clicked together in my head, Jack kissing at New Year, his change of style and now the looks he was giving me... Maybe not so straight after all eh? If only I was worth him...