"Of course I will, you're my Shark". I smiled at him before leaning in to kiss him. The fireworks? Still better than 4th of July.
I got out of the car and sighed heavily, walking in, I asked to see Stiles, on the nurses showed me to his room. I walked in to see him lying in bed, he was asleep. He looks so peaceful, with a hint of a smile creeping on...it was like, I don't know like he knew I was heard. I walked over to his bed and leaned in to kiss him head.
"Brooks..." he sighed, before opening his eyes.
"Hey", I whispered.
"Hey..." he smiled weakly, sitting up. HE FUCKING REMEMBERS ME! AHHHH <3 "You're Tyson's brother...Bryson right?" or...NOT!
"Uhm...ya, that's me...Tyson's brother." I looked down at my hands and quickly looked for a fresh scab I could pick...the pain in my chest was crushing me...I couldn't breathe.
"Ya...thought so, you look a lot like him...a little younger though...it's weird I don't remember you but everyone else it's like their family. "I flinched at the word...it's like I'm a stranger to him and fuck did it hurt.
"But what about I don't know...moments when I'm involved with the people you uh do remember".
"Blank spots I guess, like when Tyson took me...or I guess us to the amusement park, I remember being with him, but there's a lot of like blank spots where I don't remember and it's so confusing. Drives me nuts."
"Oh..."
"I'm sorry... I feel like I'm excluding you...making you feel...unimportant, but I hope you know I don't think so. I mean you are my boyfriend's brother. "He smiled at me and winked.
I gasped and clutched chest, the fucking pain hit me with such a blinding force. I fell to my knees and started coughing.
"Oh god...I'm sorry. You didn't know...oh shit, do you need a nurse...wait of course you need a n-"
"NO! Uhm...no, I don't need a nurse, I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom" I quickly walked into the bathroom, before he could reply.
I sat on the floor in the bathroom and clutched at my chest again...it felt like I had these holes in my heart every time...I'm reminded of the fact that he doesn't remember me. My heart was like Swiss cheese now.
I crawled over to the sink and slowly stood up and braced myself against the counter. I quickly took out my razor and opened it from the case, I pressed the cold sharp metal against my skins and pressed down until I drew blood and slowly and deeply slid the blade across my wrist. The blood pooled around my wrist and dripped on the floor, the sharp sting helped me calm down. A loud knock against the door startled me. "Hey...uh Bryson, are you ok in there", he was panting, his breathing was laboured. Oh god was he standing...what a dummy; he's not fit to be on his feet. I quickly placed my razor back in its protective case and wipe the floor with a paper towel and opened the door. Stiles was on his knees, breathing heavily, his hands clutch tightly to the I.V stand. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and tried to pick him up, but holy shit he was like three times my size. Maybe I should start going to Gym class.
"What the hell...", I heard Tyson say, before he quickly ran over to us and picked stiles up in one arm and the iv stand in the other and put him back in bed. Stupid ass fool...ya we get you're strong, you've got tree trunk for arms but fuck you my shark has bigger arms that you asshole...k what the hell was I seriously comparing my boyfriends arms to my brother's eww!
"I'm sorry, I thought he was hurt", Stiles sighed and pulled Tyson on the bed with him and buried his face in chest. Tyson wrapped his arms around him and kissed his head. "Its ok baby, just don't get up again...Are you okay Bryson...you don't look hurt".
FUCK YOU! OF-COURSE I'M HURT YOU SHRIMP DICKED FUCKER! I'M IN MORE PAIN THAT I CAN MANAGE...YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME, YOU DIDNT EVEN TALK TO ME, and YOU JUST WALKED IN HERE WITH YOU'RE FISH SMELLING BREATHE AND TOOK HIM FROM ME!
Of course I didn't say that, I said "Oh...uh ya I'm ok, I'm going to go now", I said picking up my backpack.
"Wait you don't have to go, you can still stay...I mean are we making you uncomfortable with the whole gay thing", Stile said, turning to looks at me.
"Ha! Uh no...I'm gay too...it's no big deal I just have to...uh go be somewhere right now".
"Oh, k cool...wait is that blood on your sleeve"? Stiles asked.
Uh fuck me sideways "UHM...ya I guess I'll clean it up when I get home". I looked over at Tyson and I could see the concern in his face...he knew I was cutting. Screw him...he can stick his concern up him stupid nasty asshole.
"No way, you're on a hospital...you might as well get it clean up here", Stiles pressed on.
"No really I'm ok...I need to leave like right now...so bye", I quickly ran out of the room before he could say anything else. FREE-FUCKING-DOM!
"Het Bryson wait up bro", I heard Tyson yell, running towards me. Uh mother fucking balls! I was so close.
"WHAT?!" I snapped.
He flinched and sighed "Look I'm sorry Bryson...I...I honestly don't know what to say. I know how hard this is for you. But that gives you no excuse to do this...cutting. I mean it's really dangerous".
"FUCK YOU! I hate you...you think I gives two shits what you think...he took him from me. You're apologizing...WOW! And then you have the audacity to tell me what to do...go eat your shit, it's your fucking fault...I'm doing this. YOU ARE MY BROTHER, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME...BUT NO YOU'RE FUCKING THE GUY I LOVE!" I screamed at him, I ran out of the hospital before he could day anything else...boy did that feel good. But I did feel bad for yelling at him. Curse my kind heart!
I went to school the next day, looking forward to seeing my shark...men I really missed him. Speak of the fucking devil, he was walking towards me, he looked so fucking hot. He had on these dark blue jeans that looked so hot...damn those thighs...I'm pretty sure countries went to war over those meaty thighs. He was wearing a nice blue plaid shirt...that really complemented those baby blues. He had his letterman jacket swung over his shoulder. I stared at it hungrily...I really wished I could wear. So I could be like "THAT'S RIGHT BTICHEZ BRAEDEN-MUTHERFCKING-SALVERDA IS MINE...SO BACK THE FUCK UP OR YOU'RE EYES WILL BE STARING UP AT YOU FROM THE FLOOR.
"You do realize you just raped with your eyes", he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck.
I giggled and blushed like a stupid school girl "shut up..."
"Hey not nice...lunch?" He asked.
"uhm...sure but where do you want to go...see I was thinking Wendy's...but I feel like Sub-Way it may be a bit father but it's so worth it. But hey it's your call...so long as it's Sub-Way", I laughed, closing my locker and hugging him tight.
"Well, I was thinking we could...uh eat with my friends...for lunch, but hey it's your call...so long as it's lunch with my friends", he looked at me trying to keep a straight.
"Fine, but remember this I loathe you".
"Hhah, I love you too baby...here", he reach around me and put his letterman jacket around me "I have a football game today and I need my good luck charm to wear it". He winked at me and pulled me towards the cafeteria. AHHH! I have his jacket on, so fucking hot! It smelt just like him, vanilla...yumm! Not cherry and mint but...shut it mind, why are you even talking!
Omg...I need help I'm actually arguing with my mind.
"Bryson, hey...hello!" someone was waving their hands in front of my face.
"Hunh...oh hi sorry", I sobered up and sat down beside Braeden and smiled bashfully.
"He's so fucking cute!" I heard Markus say, he was pretty hot, if Braeden or Stiles didn't exist...I so would go for him. He had wavy blonde hair and really light blue eyes that looked almost silver, the outside ring was dark. His lashes were dark though, most people say he dyed his hair but I think it's just the way he was born. He was really tall and very strong, he was Braeden's best-friend and he was really sweet and funny...total goof.
"Hey, back off D, he's mine", Braeden joked putting his arms around me...but I could tell there was a slight warning in his voice. He squeezed tightly before letting me go, only to place his hand on my thigh.
"Whoa, calm it shark, I was only teasing him", Markus slowly winked at me and smiled.
"Dean...really, no one calls me that except Bry" Braeden laughed and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Hey! He doesn't mind...do you?" he leaned in really close and smiled at me.
"...uh..."
"Oh my god, stop it D, you're making him nervous". I still don't understand why everyone called Markus, Dean...I honestly preferred Markus.
"Fine...I'll just figure out a nickname for him...that only I can call him..." we all ignore him and went back to talking and laughing.
At one point he screamed out "PUMPKIN", we all turned and looked at him like he had two heads."...wait no too common", he whispered to himself and kept thinking of other names, he's so cute...in a non- attractive way, I mean c'mon really crushing on my boy-friend's best friend. RIDICULOUS!
The bell rang so we all back up our stuff and headed to class...ahhh History! Yay...who doesn't love learning about old dead people whose action made a huge impact on our world today.
"Oooo, I got it... Brooks, I'll call you Brooks", Markus said triumphantly, as he leaned against my locker. I gasped and dug fingernails into my palms...fuck...just when I thought I was getting better. I bit my down hard on my lip, to prevent myself from crying, I missed him calling me that, I missed him. Markus noticed my expression and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Uh...I have to got the bathroom", I stuttered, I was about to walk away when I felt Braeden pull me back. Fully aware of what I was going to do in the bathroom. I struggled and tried to pull away but he just held on tighter.
"Markus...what the hell is wrong with you?!" Braeden snarled at him.
"What...what did I do, and what wrong with him", he cried looking nervous and scared.
"Let me go", I shrieked, I could already feel the hot tears pooling at eyes. I gave up and pressed my body in his and started bawling my eyes out.
"Oh, god why is he crying...are you okay Brooks" he knelt down and tried to wipe my tears "Brooks...brooks talk to me"
I cringed violently at the name and managed to croak out "Please make him stop"
"Markus...fuck go beat up a nerd or something!" Braeden yelled in frustration and pick me up and pulled me against him. I pressed my face in the crook of his neck and started crying again, I was literally in hysterics and my crying was starting to attract attention as about half the school where staring at us.
"K what the hell, did I say anything wrong...Brooks I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry", he apologized. I felt bad for him...he didn't know what he was saying and yet Braeden acted like he did and yelled at him. I felt him put me down and grab Markus by the shirt and pulled him to an empty classroom, I could hear the shouting and arguing.
I stood there, with a tear stained face looking at the gathered people in the halls.
"Fag", I heard someone say. "Queer" another said. "Cocksucker!" "Dick breath". They all threw these insults at me, like I was worthless and at that moment I did feel worthless. I though they accepted me...but no they accepted Braeden because he was like their God, but I was a nobody, I was stealing their God from them and boy did that piss them off. Suddenly someone threw water bottle at me and totally soaked me, then another person threw pudding at me...chocolate pudding. My favourite...why waste that shit!
Before I knew it almost everyone started throwing food at me and calling me names...I tried to get help from Braeden but he couldn't hear and he was busy scolding a clueless and innocent Markus. I picked up my backpack and ran outside, towards Old Man Foster's Farm. I looked behind me; luckily no one was following me. I knew Old Man Foster hated when people trespassed on his property but fuck it I don't care. I needed to get to the lake, it was my sanctuary. And not even that old ass fart was going to keep me from there.
"GET OFF MA FUCKING LAND YEH, WORTHLESS DISEASED MUTANT!" oh great the Old Fart caught me; I turned around to see him walking towards me. He was creepy as hell. His skin was pale and scaly, he had like no hair and he had a gimp hand and also limped.
"OH CALM YOU'RE DRIED UP DUSTY NUTS, YOU MALNURISHED STINKY OLD SACK OF SHIT!" I shot back before walking of his land. I heard him mumble something about God taking his life before the next generation of kids were created.
You`ll be dead before then alright!, I finally got to the lake and sat down looking around me to see if anyone was coming, I pulled out my razor case. After cutting, it felt like I was high; I sighed and fell back, closed my eyes and dozed off for a while.
I was suddenly pulled off my butt and onto someone`s lap, before I could scream, I felt a pairs of warm lips press hard against mine. Shark.
He wrapped his arms around my tightly and kissed me like, he`s never kissed me before, his tongue invaded my mouth. I could feel his hot breathe against my face, he growled, when I dug my fingernails into his neck. The kiss wasn't sexual, it was desperate, needing, wanting, scared, relief, frustration all wrapped up into one big wet one.
I pulled back and started crying again "I'm sorry Shark...they hate me and I thought they actually liked me...the thing they said...I...I couldn't stand it...it hurt too much...a...and I know you hate it when I cut but I had to...I really did, please don't hate me shark...I love you...I swear I'll stop...just give me time...I promise, I just don't want you to hate me please...shark I'm-"
He interrupted my speech with another kiss then pulled back "I would NEVER hate you, I promise you...you scared me baby, you now that, I couldn't find you anywhere and I noticed the front of your locker had food stuck to it and the floor was soiled and wet...and shit I couldn't breathe, I screamed your name almost 30 times before this little freshman told me you ran out of the school. I tried really hard to think of a place you would go...then I remember the lake...our lake and here I am...shit I'm so glad to see you...fuck everyone else...it's YOU and ME against the world baby." He kissed me once more before removing my soiled shirt and covering me up in his letterman jacket. I was so warm and safe that I couldn't keep my eyes opened and ended dozing off against him.
When I woke up, I was in a room...freaking huge ass room, I got up and looked around, it looked like a normal teenage room, I noticed the clothes and the candy wrappers on the floor...ahhh a boy's room. On the bedside table was a picture of Shark...and me in the tub, I smiled and picked it up. Held to close to my chest and sighed. So this was Shark's room, I've never been to his room before, not since I was like 4, and I don't remember it being this big.
I walked out of his room and looked around, shit this place is like a fucking mansion. I knew allot about Braeden but I didn't know his house was this huge, from outside it's looked big but wow!
I walked down the LONG flight of stairs and heard someone in the kitchen. I walked in to see Braeden pulling out lasagne from the oven in his boxers, my mouth watered...I don't which made my mouth water, Shark clad in boxers...or that sweet delicious looking lasagne that was oozing cheese.
"Hey baby, you're awake, how you feeling?" he didn't even give me a chance to reply, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips hard against mine. I traced my tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth, I bit down on his bottom lips and pulled. He groaned and carried me back up to his room.
He placed me back on the bed and leaned to kiss me one more time, before he started his journey down my neck.A shiver of ecstasy ran through me when he slid his lips down the contour of my neck, stopping to kiss the hollow of my throat, he started sucking on my neck...marking his territory as he called it. He kissed his way down my chest all the while his hand moved down the body to rest at the tautness of my nipple, awakening sensuous feelings. I inhaled a quick breath and tossed my head back when his mouth captured my nipple and first suckling on it and then nibbling it. He did the same with the other nipple, before slowly making a wet trail down my flat belly till he reached my pubic mound. I could feel his hot breathe on the head of my dick, I gasped and thrusted my hip forward. He took the whole length in his mouth and starting sucking hard on it, I groaned and thrashed around on the bed. "HOLY SHIT! You're like a fucking vacuum...I think I'm going to cum soon...more like now", I panted.Suddenly, his door slammed open...Markus, that stupid cute fucker, Braeden turned his head towards the door, my dick slipped out of his mouth and his stubble cheeks scraped my very sensitive dick and I exploded on his face. He turned back towards me in surprise and his chin scraped my dick again, I cried out in pain and pleasure and passed out from that intense feeling.
When I woke up, I groaned out in pain, my freaking dick hurt. I felt someone placed a cold towel against my forehead; I looked up to see Markus. "Really, sorry about everything, the nick-name and...Uh...walking in on you and Braeden", he smiled sheepily and bit his lips...could you be any fucking cuter!
"It's ok...you didn't know about that", I smiled bashfully and looked down to see Braeden smiling at me.
"How you feeling babe?" he grabbed the towel from Markus and cleaned up the dried cum on my stomach, in doing so the towel grazed my uber sensitive dick.
"Very tender..."I hissed.
"Ha-ha sorry"
I blushed like crazy when I realized that Markus was sitting right beside with my dick hanging out, I quickly grab the cover and pulled it up to cover my body...in the process I scraped my dick again, I jerked and sucked in my breath.
"Ha-ha awww, he's shy...I think you should give him a pair of boxers before his dick falls off" Markus laughed...getting a pillow thrown at him.
"Why the hell are you here anyways?" braeden said getting up to get a pair of boxers for me.
"oh...well I came up with a nickname...because I was thinking butterfly was too gay...no offense, then I thought hey what about pancake, but that would make me want to eat you every time I'm hungry...then I remembered your name is Bryson Alexander Dylan...uhm your last name. I hate the name Dylan because that's my brother's name and I hate that fag...again no offense. So I decided...Hey what about Lex...but it sound queer...sorry. And then I changed it to Rex!" He ranted on.
"Rex?" me and Braeden said simultaneously, smiling he turned to me and winked... fuck I love him, he's so freaking cute!
"Ya...like a dinosaur". He said jumping on the bed and lay down beside and started playing with my hair.
"I remind you of a dinosaur?"
"Yep...well sort of...I mean you are so fucking cute, I could die and you're like the perfect cuddle partner", he smiled at me.
"Uhm..."
"K, I'm going to pretend you didn't just compare my boyfriends to a dinosaur", Braeden laughed.
"What...he's a cute dinosaur" Markus argued.
"Uhm...I'm not sure dinosaurs are cute...I mean they are like reptiley and all mean and vicious and they like to eat people" I retorted.
"...I just wanted to give a nick-name", he gave me the cutest look ever.
"But if you really like it...I guess my nick-name is Rex"
"YES! Suck my fat 10-inch cock...Braed!" Markus yelled. Wow he's hung! Stop it Bryson!
"Not if my life depended on it, ass-wipe" Braeden yelled back.
"What if Rex's life depended on it?" he smiled knowing he won the little quarrel.
"Well then pulled your shorts down Mr Dean...but remember if you try to force it down my throat...I've got teeth and I'm also very familiar with the famous SGTP!"
"Hunh?"
"SLAP, GRAB, TWIST AND PULL", he demonstrated in the air.
Markus cringed and slid closer towards me. "Not cool man...that's like wrong...you can't do shit like that...you're breaking like 10 rules in the Bro Bible"
"I'm sorry man, Bro hug?" Braeden spread his arms and smiled at him.
"Oh...Fuck", he ran over to Braeden and they hugged.
I just sat there and stared at them in amusement and confusion. "You guys are fucking weird", I muttered.
They looked at me and grinned...I knew what was coming I could see it in Shark's face...oh no.
"No, don't even think ab-"
Before I could finish my sentence about 450 pounds of sweet sinewy muscled landed on me and tickled me.
"WAIT...STOP YOU GUYS...AHHHH QUIT IT, THAT FUCKING TICKLES", I hate being tickled...it doesn't feel good, it hurts...yet ya can't help but laugh. Confusing I know.
"Hey, is that blood...what the hell have you guys been doing?" Markus said, as he sat and help up the sheets
"Oh no, it's probably from when I cut myself", it came out of my mouth before I could realize what I said.
He looked at me like I had grown 5 heads...then got up and started pacing the room.
"K, calm down Dean, you weren't supposed to know that" braeden tried to calm him down.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, how can you be ok with this, you're fucking sitting there and watching him kill himself", he yelled at him.
"you think I fucking like it...you think I like knowing the boy I love is hurting himself...fuck no, but I let him do it, because he can't help it...it's his way of surviving and I'm going to help him stop...I'm going to get him some help"
"I'm going to stop...I...promise Markus, I know it looks bad but it's not so bad", I whispered, playing with my shirt tail.
"Whatever man...I'm out of here", he said, before storming out. I jumped when I heard the front door slam.
"I...I'm sorry", I said to Braeden who had now sat on the bed with his head in his hands. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Not your fault babe...it's just complicated...hey c'mon got to take you home before your mom kills me. I'm a really bad influence on you...you know making you skip class".
"I don't care what we do...so long as you're with me" I kissed his cheeks and got up.
It's been 3 months since me and Braeden started dating and things are fucking great. Markus isn't mad at me anymore...turns out his sister had died because she used to cut herself and one day she cut too deep and bled to death on her bed. It scared me to know that, but won't change my mind...I know what a dumbass...but it the only way I can survive I guess. Anyways Stiles is back home and doing pretty good, he's all healed up but he's not allowed to over do anything because of his stitches.
I was at home that night, in the living room with the whole family...Stiles cuddle up against Tyson on the love seat...pfft asshole, my mum and Parker on the floor with the legs on top of each other...they would hit each other occasionally for no apparent reason ahahah so immature. I was on the single couch all lonely and waaa sad...wishing Braeden was with me. As If he knew I was lonely, the door bell rang and I ran to answer it...MY SHARK!
But not looking happy, his face was red and tears was pouring down his face, he was panting he had ran here in his pyjama bottom, he had no shirt on. He was crying so hard, it scared me. I pulled him into the house and wrapped my arm around his waist. I could feel my tears coming on; I hated to see him like this it hurt me so much.
"I'm so sorry baby, I wish it didn't have to be this way", he cried. Holding on to me tightly. Everyone had now gathered around, my mom and parker picked him up and wrapped a blanket around him and took him to the living room.
"What do you mean, you're sorry...what going on Shark, you're starting to freak me out" I sat on his lap and showered his face with soft kisses trying to get him to calm down. But that made him cry harder, he buried his face in my side and cried harder.
After few minutes of crying, he finally calmed down a little. "Now I need you to tell what wrong", I said sobbing quietly, as I held his face in my hands.
"...I...I'm moving...next week", he managed to get out before the water works exploded again.
Email me your thoughts on this chapter...it's quite intense if I do say so my self...oh and HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3