Love's Begining
this is really my first try at a gay romance story, please be blunt. Stephen Luis Miller and Tomas Alan Shepherd (if you know why his name is like that, i salute you) Are Mine. none of you can have them. if the names i use are the name of people living or dead, it is by freak chance.
this is the Start
The house was always quiet when it is summer. Dad at work, my brother at a friend's house, and me alone. With all the quiet, I have time to think and I don't want that now. I have the time to run a block or two around, and get called the stereotyped Cheetah I was but I don't feel like it. I got up from my spot on the sofa and went to the sliding glass door. As I passed the stove I read the green numbers, 2:47 P.M.; dad won't get home from work until 7 P.M. I need something to do with my time that will stop me for thinking much.
I felt my side pocket vibrate, so I dug into it and pulled out my cell phone. I looked at the caller ID and sighed to myself as the reason for the distraction of my thoughts. I flipped open the cell and put it up to my ear.
"Hey, what's up" I said in to the receiver, knowing who called but not why.
"Hey Stephy, how are ya?" a deep voice said on the other end, a voice that made me want to kiss its owner.
"I told you I hate that stupid nickname" my voice showed what little anger I had in me. That stupid nickname has gotten on my nerves to no ends. DAMN MY NAME! Damn Stephen Luis Miller. I sigh internally; knowing if I really sighed it will get Tom over here. Damn him and his running back body, how the muscles shows though, and that white lushes fur, and... NO, STOP IT NOW.
"Hey you alright? I can come over-"
"NO" I interrupted, not wanting him over at this time. I still need time to get my mind in the right place.
He was quiet for some time, "Open your front door" he said in a quiet voice, one that made him sound so small.
"O fuck cakes, he is right outside my door... well that sounds like something he would do" I thought to myself as I moved from the sliding glass door thought the kitchen in to the living room to the front door. My hands are sweating and shaking. He is your best friend but why him? Why not one of the three girls the small group I call my friends.
I open the door to see a White German Shepherd standing at my door. This Shepard's name is Tomas Alan Shepard; he is the running back for the high school football team, and my best friend. We grew-up like brothers, always getting in trouble, but when I fell in love with Elizabeth, everything changed. He could see her for who she was and I was a blind cat being lead to an unknown death.
I looked down to see him holding a cake with vanilla frosting and the words 'Get over the coldhearted bitch' in dark blue. I smiled, Tom always hated Liz and he is helping me in a way.
I sighed for real and laughed to myself, not feeling pain. He made me feel... I don't know, whole. As if he is helping me pickup all of the pieces.
He walked in as if he owned the place, the way he has always dose, and placed the cake on the table. I looked at him as he walked pass me, only something I been doing when Liz broke up with me second trimester. We both had gym, a lot of the furs take showers and my eyes began to wander but they were drawn to Tomas.
NO... must keep my mind away from him. I closed the door and fallowed him into the kitchen, trying to look around and keep my eyes off his ass but I was I found I vary hard to. He grabbed my arm but I was looking off to the side, at a large wall full of family photos.
"Hey" he said softly, as if he will scare me he got any louder. That made me look over at him with a confused look on my face, he is not so often soft spoken.
"What is wrong with you, you seem... kinda off to me" I called him out, I wanted to know. He walked up close to me, so close that our bodies were touching. I keep backing up but he keep coming, he have a look in his eyes that made him look like he had a kind of lust, but then I felt the counter hit my back and felt his chest on mind.
I started so shake but that is when his head came to mine and our lips met. I gripped the counter trying to lean away from him, my mind racing with thoughts of love and anger. "Why is he kissing me? He can't be... can he? He is messing with me, but he wouldn't mess with me like that" I thought before I gripped the back of the shepherd's head and pushed my body into his, my other arm around the small of the back pulling him closer.
I lost all sense of time and felt my lungs start to burn for air but I didn't want to pull away from him. I pulled away slowly, gazing deep into his beautiful blue eyes.
"YAY, THEY ARE OUT!" a voice yelled from behind, oh no, not her.