Intertwined - Prelude Part 1
Well here is the beginning of my newest series :D I hope you all enjoy it whether you'v...
_ WARNING: This story is not finished, nor will it ever be finished. You're welcome to continue, but please expect it to end abruptly. _
Well here is the beginning of my newest series :D I hope you all enjoy it whether you've follow my frist story A Tail for Two or not (: For those of you who have read AT42, I'd like to let you know that this is a new experiment for me. I want a chance to experiment with 3rd person and multiple characters and see how well I like writing like this and how well it reads too (: So it is going to be a lot different from AT42, but at the same time i hope you still see my style written all over it.
This story is about 4 high school guys whose lives are somehow connected in one way or another, or intertwined. I'm going to start by introducing you to Alex and Vincent in the first part of the prelude and then to Blake and Skylar in the second. Each one of them has their own life. They have their own relationships, their own family, their own problems, and they're own successes, but like i said before, they are all connected. As this story progresses and grows, you'll find out that everything happens for a reason. There is no such thing as coincidence, it's all fate. I can promise you that just like AT42, you will never be able to guess whats going to come next.
Well, I guess I'll just let you get onto the story (: Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to read Part 2 to this prelude. Without futher adieu, Intertwined (:
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The keystrokes floated up and down the piano with ease. His brown, Beagle fingers pressed firmly, yet gentle against the instrument. Whenever Alex played, his life became painless. Everything that has ever worried him would just fly out the window and the only thing he could hear or think about was his own music; his escape.
Although his social life wasn't his top priority, he had people that he cared deeply about. He had some good friends and he kept his family closer than his own skin, but the one thing that even surpassed that connection, was the feelings he shared with his boyfriend. Adam was everything that Alex had to live for. Adam was his moon and his sun; he was his best friend and his lover. Just recently, Adam moved out of town and across the country, but Alex lost no feelings whatsoever; he still loved him unconditionally.
Now here he was again, stroking the keys of his piano to forget about the awful feelings that he felt. He was forgetting all about how much he missed Adam and he was forgetting all about the hard times they were about to go through; he was focused on his music. The notes pressed on, from high to low, and Alex tilted his head with the melody. His eyes were closed and his mind was wide open. If anyone had been watching, they might've claimed to see the notes enter one of his ears and out the other. It was exactly what Alex was feeling.
The song neared its ending and Alex slowly lifted his foot off the pedal. The sounds faded into nothing and Alex opened his eyes; he found himself staring at the picture of Adam sitting on top of the instrument. The Jack Russell Terrier had a huge grin on his face and a peace sign on his hand. His eyes were glowing green and Alex could imagine them shine as he laughed. He was perfect in every way, but he wasn't there for him to hold.
"Adam," he whispered quietly, "come home soon, my love."
He stood up slowly and turned around, facing the grand staircase of his living room. He was rich, there was no doubt about it, but it didn't affect Alex at all. He wasn't snobby and he wasn't stuck up; he was a heartfelt, loving kid that possessed more emotional strength than Hercules. It was a miraculous sight and he didn't take it for granted whatsoever.
He pressed up the stairs and continued towards his bedroom, stopping by his parent's room on the way. His hand reached forward towards the handle and with a slight flick of the wrist, he pushed his body into the large room.
There his dad laid, with his reading glasses on and his laptop sitting nicely on his lap. When Alex entered the room, he didn't so much as look up from his technology; he knew who was there without taking a second thought. "Alex," his dad said quietly, still typing away.
"Yeah dad?" Alex replied without taking a step away from the door.
"I haven't heard that one before, what's it called?"
"I haven't named it yet, dad; I just started writing it last week." He lifted the glasses off of his eyes and looked Alex deep in his blue eyes. Alex stood still with his guard completely down; he was ready to take any criticism or praise that he had to offer.
"It's beautiful Alex, just watch out for the ending. I think you may be speeding it up a bit more than you think you are. Take time to listen to your tempo." Alex nodded and his dad lifted the glasses back up onto his eyes. He took the comment to consideration, but was too tired for another effort of understanding.
"Thanks dad, I'll work on it tomorrow. I'm headed to bed; you know where to find me." As Alex closed the door softly and proceeded towards his chamber, his dad said nothing. He was a simple man and didn't say or do much more than needed. He felt that we shouldn't waste life on the little, unimportant things and focus on making ourselves better as both a race and as individuals. In a way, we all felt the same.
Alex reached his room and tossed his body on the soft, satin sheets that he picked out himself. They were black and white-once again, simple-but still held great power. He looked up at his blank ceiling as if it was a portal into his own mind, and began to think about his love. Normally they'd talk on the phone before Alex headed off for bed, but it was already 2:00 A.M. and he didn't want Adam to lose a second of his peaceful sleep. So he sat there, with his eyes closed tight, and slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about nothing besides his one true love and the next time he'd see that gorgeous face again.
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Vincent-or Vince as his friends chose to call him-took another glance at the time. Minutes were passing by so slowly and he couldn't wait until his time struck. The dark red swirls on his fur illuminated in the dark room and the hair on his head was shading the top half of his vision. He sat and watched patiently as the second hand counted on. He wanted this moment to come; he needed this moment to come.
Simply looking at exteriors, one could easily claim that Vince was straight. He appeared rugged, cool, and acted just like every other Fox his age. He had no problem going out in public and making fun of every gay boy he passed. He gained of sense of superiority over them; he felt better than everyone else. Even the people he knew and loved were completely convinced that he liked girls, but deep down on the inside, he was just like those that he pretended to hate.
He had a secret that he shared with no one, but he didn't want to keep it that way. Although sometimes it benefited him greatly, he wanted to let go of the strings he kept himself attached to. The biggest fear that he had ever had was being alone, without even a single friend. All the people that knew and loved him accepted him as the gay-basher that he pretended to be. If he came out of the closet, he would be labeled as a hypocrite, a liar, and he would lose all the friends he worked so hard to achieve.
If lying to himself meant keeping his close friends, he was willing to take the risk.
Vince lifted his body up and out of his chair and unlocked the door to his bedroom. He proceeded through the frame and walked to the kitchen on the other side of his small, yet homey apartment. He reached his hand down and swung open the door to the refrigerator. After taking a glance at every item on all three shelves, he chose to grab the last can of Arizona Iced Tea. The door shut and he popped open the can with ease, taking a sip from the cold, metal container. He returned swiftly to his room, checking the time as he entered. 1:56 A.M., it was time to move, time to leave.
The handle to his door made a quiet ticking sound as he locked it once again. He walked over to the iHome that he kept next to his bed and flicked on the power button. He scrolled down to the bottom of his iPod's menus and clicked "shuffle all"; the speakers lit the room with a ambience of bass and keyboards: the perfect mix of electronic sounds. Vince approached the only window his room contained and quietly unlocked the hatches. He slid the glass cover all the way to the left and removed the filter-like cover that stood behind it.
He lifted one foot out onto the fire escape, followed by the other, and slowly dragged his legs to the corner farthest from his room. He hopped over the railing and climbed one hold at a time until he successfully reached the hard concrete floor below him. This wasn't even close to the first time that he snuck out of his apartment, but his adrenaline rushed as if it was. He was ready to begin the plan that he and his friends made out for tonight, with full awareness and complete focus. If only they knew his true goal, a victory that veered far from their expectations.
He spotted the car at the end of the alleyway, the car that had been scheduled to meet him here at 2:00 A.M. He quickly rushed over to the back seat of the vehicle and popped it open in seconds. The door shut tightly and he took a good look at the three kids that would accompany him on his mission tonight; they were three well known friends and all shared the same interest in bringing the gays to tears. Although they had no intent on harming anyone physically, the emotional pain they dished out was just as hard to bear and just as easy to gain ecstasy from.
"Hey Vince, you ready for this?" one of the boys in the front asked. He was older, probably a senior, but Vincent had never took the time to ask for assurance.
"Yeah," he responded, "Who are we seeing tonight?" Even though they had already discussed plans at school, it seemed like the right thing to do was ask again for confirmation. It added more suspense and anticipation to the moment, just the way Vince liked it.
"Alex Morrison, the fag who you said sits behind you in Biology." Vince looked up into the kids eyes and nodded in agreement. Although he always told stories about the "stupid" and "disgusting" things that Alex would talk about, it was all a lie. Alex seemed like a very well-rounded kid, but Vince wasn't allowed to show his envy.
Despite the fact that he had never spoken a single nice word to Alex, Vince had a bit of a crush on the boy. He wasn't able to act on it or talk about it with anyone, but sometimes he imagined himself sharing a nice romantic evening with Alex. Although there were quite a few gays to be examined at their school, Alex was one of the few that appealed to Vince's feelings. He was very down to earth and very mature for his age. He wasn't just another out-of-control freshman with sights set on partying; he was very contained and full of emotions, the kind of guy that Vincent always imagined he'd end up with.
The car eased on the gas as it approached the giant mansion. Vincent looked up at one of the top windows in the house. The light emitting from a TV or computer was flickering on the window; he knew was going to have to watch out for that one. He was told on the car ride over where exactly Alex's room was in comparison to the rest of the house; this room was not it. Someone else on the property was awake, and Vince was going to have to be careful and quiet if his plan was to be executed properly.
"The goal," the kid next to him had explained, "is to scare the living shit out of him. I don't care how you do it or how intense you make the situation, just get the job done."
Vince listened, but already decided ahead of time to disobey orders. He had another plan in mind-one that included a lot more than scaring the kid to tears. He wanted something that he could benefit from secretly, something that he could use to his advantage. Tonight was the Vince's night to execute the trespassing while the other three stood guard; he was going to be alone with all eyes turned. Who wouldn't take that chance when they finally got it?
He shut the door quietly, yet firmly, and took a good look at his surroundings. The mansion was huge, and obviously guarded by some sort of security system. This was exactly why Vince carried a large hoody jacket to block his face.
He walked cautiously and hastily towards a tall lattice on the side of the house-the same kind you'd find in one of those old romantic flicks such as Grease. Just like he remembered from the cinemas, he put his right foot onto a concave patch and lifted his body up using his upper arm strength. As his elevation increased, he looked around more frequently for security cameras or setups. None were in sight.
When Vincent finally reached the window he had been craving for, it began to seem too good to be true. He peered into the cracks between the blinds and let his eyes fall down on the sleeping body he had been looking for. Alex looked so peaceful, so innocent. Vince couldn't help but yearn for a closer look.
He pulled a Cub Scout-style pocket knife from his hoody and eyed his sights on the locks in the middle of the window. It took him less than two minutes, thanks to experience, to fully unlock the simple latches of the glass passage and slide the panel to the side. He quickly jumped inside of the room, taking one last look out to his friends to make sure that the scene was still clear. Luckily for him, the area seemed just as calm as it ever had and Vince was finally ready to make his move.
The breeze rolled softly through the newly obtained vent and Vincent enjoyed the tranquility it presented. He closed his eyes and felt the air pass across the surface of his skin; he could almost hear the wind calling out to him, caressing him and comforting him. Alex still laid peacefully in his king-sized cradle, snoring ever so slightly underneath his breath. Vincent approached his sleeping body with care, closely observing every curve and crevice that his figure created inside of the sheets.
Vincent grew within touching distance of the boy that he admired. He leaned his body closer and closer in, until finally he was where he needed to be to complete his personal ambition. His eyes closed leisurely and he pressed his lips against the warm skin of Alex's face. Although he only gained enough courage kiss the side of Alex's cheek, it was all that Vincent really needed. He had been hiding underneath this façade for so long, that being given just one moment to act on instinct was exactly what he needed to feel complete. The instant in time only lasted a few seconds, but it filled Vincent's heart. He looked down at Alex once more and was relieved to see that he was still sleeping soundly.
He ripped his head sharply to the left as he heard footsteps begin to approach his direction. The only thing he feared-being caught in the act-was approaching reality quickly. Vince darted back to the window and slid down the vines that surrounded the outside. He was in such a panic, such a hurry, that he completely failed to close the window or return his Cub Scout knife safely to his pocket. 'No big deal,' he thought, 'there's no way that they could trace the knife back to me.'
If only he knew the truth.
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When Vincent returned to the vehicle, he dashed inside hastily and frenzied. The driver sensed his panic and darted off in a pinch, leaving behind a loud screeching noise from the tire-on-road friction. "What happened?" the boy from the passenger-side seat asked him loudly, "why were you in such a hurry to get out?"
"Someone was coming," Vince responded, watching the scenery pass by his window, "Don't worry, I'll finish what I started next week. He'll never see it coming."
The boys exchanged smiles and high fives, but Vince continued to stare out his window. He couldn't explain the emotions that he was beginning to feel, but he coped with them the best he could. 'Was this love?' he asked himself, 'I don't think so, but I can't just give up now. I need to get closer to him. I need to figure out exactly what it is about him that makes me feel this way. If I can just make it through one more week, maybe I could come up with a plan to win him over. Maybe I'll be able to push aside this mask forever. I'm tired of living this lie.'
The vehicle pressed on against the night time sky and Vincent closed his eyes for a moment, just to take some time to relax. He quickly fell into a deep slumber and both he and Alex laid peacefully in sleep. They were so close to each other, yet so far away, and Vince prayed to receive one more chance to be alone with him. It might not be enough time to complete what he needed, but it was enough time to give him some hope; it gave him faith that someday in some way, he would escape the cage he held himself inside of. He would finally be able to be himself for the first time in his entire life; what more could he ever ask for?
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