Thanks toBabylonqueen for the great plot... Thanks to my beta in this...Sid..love you. Thanks to Gracie and Karen for being my muse..Love you girls. Gracie...extra thanks baby.. Mari..thanks for the help. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian Well, I just got done doing my homework for school tomorrow and I look at the clock. It’s still early. “Fuck.” I hate getting done this early. It leaves me with nothing to do but the same old stuff that everyone else seems to think is fun. I’m not into that stuff. I’m not into the stuff these ‘normal’ people do. I’m not like normal people. I can’t stand those people who think they know it all, but don’t know shit. I sit back on my bed thinking about my day. It started off normal, going in and of course all those ‘preppies’ thinking they own the school, but before I could finish my thought, I hear my mom yelling. “Brian, dinner’s ready,” my mother calls up from downstairs. I head down the steps where my parents and sister are waiting for me to sit down to eat. After sitting and putting the food on my plate my father chimes in. “Well how was everyone’s day?” “Oh dad, mine was awesome. I made the cheerleader squad,” Claire belts out and we all congratulate her. “Brian, how was your day?” “It was, well, as normal as my day could go. Got an A on my math test,” I say as I take a bite of my roast. “Very good Brian, I knew you would.” My father has always been supportive of me. “What else happened? See your friends?” Mom asks, taking a bite of her food. “Same ole, same ole. Mikey and I hung out with Emmett and Lindsay.” I’ve known them most my life, my three best friends in this world. “You really should hook up with Lindsay before someone else snatches her up.” Jack, my father, has been trying to get me and Lindsay together for years, but I’ve never been able to see myself with her. “Dad, I told you we’re just friends.” Laughing I look up to see Linds, Emmett and Mikey walking into the kitchen. Ever since we met they just let themselves in. My parents told them they’re family and they’re welcome anytime. And they take that seriously. “Thanks Linds, I keep telling them that, but you know my dad is hard headed.” Putting her hand on my shoulder she kisses my cheek. “Yeah, like father like son.” They look around the table and laugh. “Oh honey, we still love you,” Emmett gushes out. “Thanks Emmett, means a lot coming from you.” I stand up from the table to go with my friends to hang out. “We’re going to go upstairs.” “Ok, just make sure you don’t leave without saying night. That goes for all of you,” dad tells them as we head up the stairs. “Yes dad,” we say in unison. After getting up to my room Emmett flops back on the bed. “So what happened today man?” “You mean other then getting into a fight with a preppy kid, nothing.” They look at me with the ‘duh’ look. “Okay he was talking about how I was ‘making the moves’ on his girl, who for the record I was tutoring in math. She’s not even my type. I don’t even know my type. But I know she isn’t it.” I look at Michael and see Lindsay nod. “So, what happened?” Emmett asks from the bed. Shaking my head I smile and chuckle “A few swings but nothing major. Just reminds me why I hate those kind of people. Smart-assed, know it alls who think they rule. Them and the damn jocks,” I say, picking up a Pepsi and looking at him. “Wow, are you okay baby?” Em asks with concern. “I’m fine, and if you call me Baby again, Emmett,” I say laughing and I can’t finish my thought. “Speaking of ‘baby’, did you see the new boy who moved in down the street? Oh he’s delicious.” Emmett uses his hand to fan his face and sighs. “OHHHH.” Laughing once again I look at him, “Emmett, just because he’s hot, according to you, doesn’t make him gay, like you.” Emmett has never hidden the fact that he’s gay. He’s too ‘bright’ as we all say. He lets his flame burn bright. “But he could be my future…” he begins and we finish for him. “Your happy ending. We know, but Emmett, he has to be like you to… umm… get with you.” He nods and leans against the pillow. “I know, I know. But I can dream about the little blond bomb shell with the smile of an angel,” sighing again, he covers his face and screams into the pillow, “AND A GORGEOUS BUBBLE BUTT!!” Uncovering his face he smiles. “Oh the things we could do to each other.” I stand up, moving to the window, looking out and laughing, and trying to shake a feeling that tomorrow, life will become very interesting.