next chappy, and FYI the updates will be coming all day. tum de dum dums....I like reviews, chocolates and cheese. thanks! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - As Brian pulled up to his house he noticed that only one light was on, the one in his mothers room. This could mean one of two things. She was, A.) waiting up for him which in case he would probably be grounded for breaking curfew or B.) up late writing one of her books and didn’t notice he hadn’t come in yet. He hoped it wasn’t the latter of the two. He slid his key into the door and slowly turned it trying to avoid the echoing noise of the lock clicking open. “Brian is that you?” Joan hollered. “Yeah Ma, sorry I lost track of time.” Brian slowly inched his way towards his mothers bedroom door. “I figured and normally I wouldn’t let this slide but I expect a big grade from you on your next test.” “G’night Ma,” Brian kissed her on the cheek and headed to his room. “PPPSSSSSSSTTTT!” Michael was hanging halfway off of his bed “whispering” out of his bedroom door at Brian to grab his attention. “Way to be secretive, bitch.” Brian slipped inside of Michael’s room. “Sooo how’d it go?! Getting home kinda laaatte,” his eyes insinuated Brian had hooked up with Justin. “Nah it wasn’t even like that. Straight studying all the way through,” admitted Brian. “I mean, he’s fine no doubt but I think I want to ask him out on a date.” The world almost stopped for Michael. “Excuse me? My brother wants to ask a guy on a DATE? What the hell do you know about dates?” Michael tried to hide his laughter, he reached for his cell phone. *bleep, “Yo Frankie” *bleep, “Huh”, Frankie’s groggy half asleep voice answered *bleep, “Come into my room you gotta hear this crazy shizit Brian is spitting in here.” A split second later Frankie came stumbling into Mikey’s room. He was rubbing the back of his neck with a dazed confused look on his face. “It’s late. What gives?” “Brian just got home.” “Yea? You hit that shit?”Frankie’s eyes shot alert and he put his hand up to give Brian a high-five. “Get that shit outta my face, and no I didn’t fuck Justin.” “My bad. Didn’t know you went for ‘classy’ queers all of a sudden,” Frankie held his hands up in defense as he lazily fell back onto the bed with his brothers. “He must be real classy Frank cause Brian over here is gonna ask him out on a date,” Michael said annunciating the word ‘date’. “Right and I’m a virgin,” Frank sarcastically spat. “No no it’s true our middle brother wants to take his DILF on a date. Who knows, maybe they’ll go to burger king so his KID can tag along.” “Kill it with the DILF shit alright,” Brian’s annoyance was clear. Why were his brother’s so rude? Sure, he had had sex with guys before, but that’s because they willingly threw themselves at him. He was far too shy to really approach a boy for a date. Not to mention how protective he was over his emotions. It was much easier to have sex for the sole purpose of pleasure and be able to walk away at the end than to invest time and trust in anyone. He never let anyone know how damaged he was by some of the things in his life. If having a boyfriend meant breaking down his defense walls it was always something he wanted no part in….well, until he met Justin. Maybe he was so special because from what he could tell, he didn’t have an easy life? All of the other boys he knew were spoiled. There was no substance to them or any base for him to relate on. “Whats the deal with that anyways?” Frankie looked confused. “Well little Frankie, I hate for you to find out this way buuutt.. boy meets boy…boy sweet talks boy…boyl falls for said boy…boy bangs the fuck out of him….. and wala! Baby is created!” “Shut the fuck up, wise-ass. I meant why get involved with a guy who has so much baggage? Who’s his kids father anyways?” “Stuff it, Frank. He’s special. I can’t explain it, but he’s special. I’m beat, I gotta get to bed we have school in a few hours.” Brian ended the conversation and all 3 boys went their separate ways to their rooms. -At Justin’s- “Shit, Kelsey, he is really really, really sweet,” Justin ogled over Brian. “I can’t believe what I am hearing!”, Kelsey said getting a flashback of the self-proclaimed “Hot Boys” entering school every morning. “I know me either but I swear to you he was so sweet, he even bought us pizza. He thanked me for helping him. God! His eyes are to DIE for. Oh and I think he was trying to ask me out,” Justin recalled the awkward moment in the kitchen where Brian had hinted at when was his free time. “Ohmygod! You aren’t going, are you?” “C’mon you know me better than that! Like I would leave the lil’ man of the house alone with a sitter for some guy?” “True…anyways I gotta get to bed my eyes are burning. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Justin flipped his cell phone closed and tossed it onto his bed. As he was changing into his pajama’s his mind wandered back to Brian. He couldn’t help but think of the story he must be hiding behind those eyes. Even though they were breathtakingly gorgeous, when they were this close to kissing he got the chance to gaze deeply into them and noticed a certain darkness, perhaps a hidden pain. He reminded Justin of the saying “the tears of a clown”. On the outside he seemed to have everything any normal teenager could dream of. He appeared to always be laughing and having a good time, but on the inside, what was he crying about?