WARNING: THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL ACTIVITY BETWEEN UNDERAGE BOYS, ADULT LANGUAGE AND STRONGLY HOMOSEXUAL CONTENT. THIS MAY OFFEND SOME VIEWERS, IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU READ THIS STORY ANWAY THEN YOU ARE DOING SO AT YOUR OWN RISK AND SHOULD SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP QUICKLY. ALSO, I'M SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE IN YOUR AREA, THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BE READING THIS, BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU ARE GOING TO ANYWAY SO, IF YOU GET CAUGHT IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
Authors note: This story is very vaugely based off of my personal experiences growing up, names, dates, places, etc. have been changed to protect the heterosexual. This story is not your normal boy meets boy love story, its more real than that, so be prepared for any thing. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the people that helped make this possible, so shout outs go to Sean, Justin (hey babe), Matty, Steven, Joe, Ed, Steph, Will, Richie, Scott, and anyone I forgot. I would also like to thank everyone at #GayTeenBoyz on dalnet, you guys are great! and I would like to thank Timmy (if your reading this, I LOVE YOU) for your inspiration. You were my friend, my companion, and my lover. Now on with the story!
Miss You Love
Part 1: Opening Fire
Have you ever woke up with that feeling that today is going to be different? You don't know how or why, but your gut tells you that today is special? When the alarm clock sounded at 6:30 Erik had that feeling. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms back over his head, then crawled out of bed. Fumbling around still half asleep, he managed to grab a pair of black corduroy JNCOs and a black shirt. The large oak armoire smelled of moth balls and ninety five percent of its contents were black, so finding a matching outfit was not a difficult task. He made his way into the bath room next to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. Once inside, he slipped off his white South Park boxers (the ones with Mr. Hanky on them) and got into the shower. The hot water felt good on his skin and eventually fully woke him. After twenty minutes his normally tan skin had attained a pink tint , so Erik stepped out of the shower and stood amidst the steam in the bathroom still wet, completely naked and stared at himself in the mirror. The same boy stared back at him from the mirror. Same dyed black hair, same bright green eyes, same straight white teeth, same smooth face, same hairless chest.
"So why do I feel different?", he asked the boy in the mirror. But the mirror remained silent, as mirrors tend to do. He dried himself off, slipped on a clean pair of boxers and brushed his teeth. After dressing, he brushed his hair back into a pony-tail and gave himself a once over in the mirror again. Seeing that he was all in order he went back into his room grabbed his book bag and skateboard and took off downstairs for school.
"All black again?," his mother questioned him on the way out the door," thats like the hundredth time in a row."
"I think it's proper attire for Hell," he answered and was out the door before she could protest anymore.
The sunlight hit his eyes hard causing him to squint for a while until they adjusted. The perfect conformist planned community passed by him as he skated toward school only half aware of his surroundings. He really hated this place. Cypress Hills was the name of his hell. It was one hundred houses all set up exactly the same. To Erik it represented everything he hated, it was Norman Rockwell picture perfect suburbia and it sickened him. Erik's parent's made the decision to move here hoping that it would be a good environment to raise their son. After they had discovered that Erik was gay the decision was final. Attributing their son's homosexuality on a new friend, Tim , that he had made at school they thought it best to get the two of them apart. They told Erik about their decision during the summer between middle school and highschool. Not wanting to leave his friends behind he complained and protested but to no avail. When he said good bye to his friends they all made the customary promises to write and call, but none of them did. Now he was living a nightmare. Before he really wanted to be there, he arrived at school. This school was much bigger than the highschool he was supposed to be going to.
Burroughs High had close to a thousand registered students, about four hundred of them were freshmen, like Erik. The large stone building loomed ominously over him as he approached. All around him there was a chaotic mass of activity. Teens of all ages, sizes and descriptions hurried around him talking to their friends, doing last minute homework, all the normal teen age stuff. His slim frame slid in and out of the maze of bodies until he came to his locker. With his board stashed safely away, and books in hand he headed off to room 213 English. On his way to class he eyed a few of the other freshman gathered in the hall near his classroom. He noticed that the blonde with the swimmers build had a nice butt, the perfect shape and size, but then saw the same blonde lean over and kiss a chick. "Damn", he thought to himself, "another straight one." In a school this size you would assume that there would be more than one gay guy, but in the month that Erik had been searching he hadn't found one yet. Erik had known he was gay since he was 10, he was never really attracted to girls, and everywhere he went he left a trail of broken hearted teen girls. His parents and old friends knew he was gay, but he kept the information to himself at his new school so it would be easier to meet people.
Erik walked into Mr. Trefoils classroom and took his regular seat next to the window in the very back of the room. Mr. Trefoils was a decent teacher. He made English entertaining, and at the same time got it through to his students. He had an easy going fun loving personality and was always joking with his students.
"Ohh nice to see you Erik, such bright cheerful colorful clothes you have on today," Mr. Trefoils joked. Erik muttered something under his breathe and quickly vanished into the newest issue of Hit Parader magazine. That issue featured a cover story about Daniel Johns and his band Silverchair. Erik liked Silverchair's music and had a big crush on Daniel Johns. Erik was soon in a trance like state outwardly appearing to be reading while inside his teen body was flooded with hormones and emotion he couldn't control. It was a strange voice that brought Erik back into reality.
"Hello, are you awake?" a beautiful tenor voice asked. Erik looked up from his magazine to stare straight into the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. The eyes belonged to a boy he had never seen before. He quickly regained control of his brain, but his heart was pounding so loud that he thought everyone in the school could hear it.
"Sorry dude, I was reading", he replied.
"It okay," the blue eyed boy said "I do that all the time. So, do you like Silverchair?"
Erik nodded. As he looked the stranger up and down. There was no arguing that this guy was hot. It was hard to tell how tell he was because he was sitting down, but he appeared to be around 5'6" maybe 110lbs if he was lucky. His sleeveless shirt revealed nice looking firm biceps. Dirty dishwater blonde hair cropped his head. When he smiled, his high cheek bones showed. Two perfectly formed red lips parted slightly to uncover straight sparkling white teeth.
"By the way, I'm Jakob. Have you heard the new album yet?"
"No," Erik said flatly, "I've heard a couple songs, but it hasn't came out on the net yet."
"It's really good, I just got it yesterday. Hey, ya know if ya want I can record it for you?"
"Thanks a lot man, I would love that. My name is Erik, I don't think I've seen you around. Are you new here?"
"Yes, I just moved into Cypress Hills over the weekend. This is my first day of school."
"Really, "Erik replied suprised "I live in the Hills too. What do you think of them?"
"Personally, I really don't like them much, it's too... I dunno it's too lame, " Jakob said shrugging his shoulders."
"Yeah, tell me about it. I've lived here for 3 months and I hate it."
"Is there anything to do around here," Erik asked.
"Not really, " Erik responded, "Unless your a jock."
Jakob frowned. "No I hate sports, well most of them anyway."
"What sports do you like?"
"Extreme games, surfing, boarding, bmxing, stuff like that."
Erik's face brightened. He listened as Jakob listed off his hobbies one by one. After a few more minutes of small talk the bell rang. Both boys got up and continued talking as they walked out the door and down the hall. When Erik got to his class he was reluctant to leave his new friend. The two of them made plans to go to the park for lunch and parted ways. For Erik the next two classes seemed to crawl by as slowly as possible. His head was flooded with thoughts he couldn't control. All he could think about were Jakob's icy blue eyes, the way he smiled. Erik was in love. He knew he shouldn't be, but there was nothing he could do about it. Jakob had struck that cord in his heart and now he was stuck with it. Meanwhile Jakob was squirming around in his seat trying to figure understand what his own body was going through. Jakob had never been attracted to a boy before, but there was something about Erik that was different. Something that made his early pubescent loins tingle. Sure he had had girlfriends before, even made out with one of them, but it didn't feel like quite like this. This sensation was creeping up his young body and making its way into the pit of his stomach. Whatever it was Jakob didn't want it to stop. When the lunch bell finally rang and the quad filled with teenagers. Erik quickly made his way to the white marble fountain where he and Jakob had decided to meet. He sat quietly fidgeting with his skateboard, and didn't even notice with Jakob approached. Jakob dodge through the crowd of strangers, not really noticing any of them. When he neared the fountain he saw Erik sitting on the marble seats working on his board. The sunlight bounced off the water behind him lighting up his beautiful face.
"Sup, dude?", Jakob asked as he near. Being snapped back into reality for a second time today, by that gorgeous voice and perfect face, Erik was very exited to see that Jakob hadn't stood him up. Jakob sat down beside him and put his own board beneath his feet and rolled it back and forth. "Not much. You ready?"
"Yeah, lets get the hell outta here, theres way to many people."
The two boys got up and weaseled their way through the sea of Calvin Kline and wallet chains finally reaching the edge of the campus. They walked across the street toward Rocket Park. The park was normally a quiet shady place, but during lunch hour it was almost as bad as the quad. Hundreds of teens filled with park, but these kids were not like the others. Spiked hair and nose rings were the predominate features. These were the out-casts, the punks, the loners. No "normal" kid would be caught dead hanging around at the park, but neither boy seemed to care much about the company they were keeping. They found a empty picnic table under the shade of a near by tree and sat down. Erik dug around in his bag and pulled out a pack of Camel Wides. He quickly had one lit and in his mouth.
"Ya want one?," Erik asked offering a cigarette to Jakob.
"No thanks, I don't smoke."
"Thats cool. So what do you think of Burroughs?"
"I dunno, it's much bigger than my old school."
Erik puffed on his cigarette and sized Jakob up. Only once his nicotine craving had been fulfilled, did he notice that Jakob looked much younger than all the other freshman in their class. His facial features were softer and smoother, without even the slightest hint of the dreaded pubescent acne plague.
"Say dude, how old are ya? You look younger than everyone, "Erik asked hoping he wasn't being to straight forward.
"I'm 13, "Jakob answered. "I skipped the 8th grade."
"Ohh thats cool."
Erik casually puffed on his cigarette and talked with Jakob. The conversation was typical of two teen boys, cars, music, sports. It seemed to each boy that he was talking to his twin. They both liked skating and snowboarding, loved heavy metal music, and hated preps, jocks, and cheerleaders. Erik noticed that Jakob never mentioned girls, this puzzled him.
"Did you have a girlfriend in your old town," Erik asked mentally praying that Jakob would say no.
"Yes, I dated a few chicks back home, but nothing serious. What about you?"
"No, the chicks around here are all bleached blonde bimbos, I'm looking for something else."
"Ohh," Jakob said nodding, " I can understand that. I look for personality too, but it's hard to find a girl that isn't worried about her hair."
With that, both boys started to laugh uncontrollably. They rolled on the soft green grass for fifteen minutes laughing. When they finally regained composure it was time to go back to school. They quietly walked to each others lockers, without saying a word to each other. A heavy tension had formed between the two of them, an icy barrier that neither new how to breach.
"Well dude, I gotta go to class," Erik said nonchalantly," Heres my number give me a call sometime." A handed a folded up piece of paper to Jakob. Jakob took the paper and put it in his wallet.
"Sure I'll give you call tonight."
Then both boys parted ways.
Part 2A Erik's Night
The rest of the school day passed very slowly with no sight of Jakob. After school Erik skated home just like he did everyday. Thats what got to him the most about Cypress Hills, the monotony of it all, everyday was the same. It was boring. Now with Jakob in his life, at least he had something to look forward to each day. When he finally got home, he skated up the drive way and came in the backdoor. Without saying anything to any he grabbed a Pepsi and headed up to his room.
Erik's room was a lot like many other teenagers. Posters lined the walls portraying musician's faces. The centerpiece of his wall art was a life size poster of Staind's lead singer Aaron Lewis, which hung on the wall behind his bed. Erik, quickly traded the corduroy jeans he was wearing for a black pair of nylon Adidas shorts allowing his smooth tan and nearly hairless legs to breathe, the black tee-shirt was stripped off revealing his slightly muscular chest and stomach, and was replaced with a black "wife beater" shirt. Then he ran to his computer and booted it up. The hum of a Pentium booting up made Erik happy. His computer was more than just a toy to him. It was his friend, his confidant, and occasionally his councilor. Erik clicked a few buttons and soon the beeping and humming of modem communication could be heard as he connected to the internet. After the connection was complete, Erik got up out of the chair and headed for his CD player. "I'm kinda numb. It's so distorted. You've left me here with this damage that you've caused," screamed Aaron Lewis's voice out of the stereo speakers. Erik returned to his computer and opened a instant relay chat agent known as mIRC and was at home within the safe confines of the world wide web. Ever since Erik had realized that he was gay, the internet has been his safe haven. The boys on dalnet, in a room called #Gayteenboyz had helped him through the hardest times in his life, they were a constant source of support. And since the move, his electronic friends had been his only friends. Without them, he might not be alive. They would know what to do about Jakob. So once he was on, Erik poured his heart and soul into his computer and sent it to a hundred different people all over the planet. They all agreed that Erik should make friends with Jakob and let what happens happen, they also instructed him not to push anything either. After a couple of hours Erik heard the car doors shutting outside. He quickly logged off and ran down the hunter green plush stairs to help his mom with the groceries. After getting all the groceries in the house, Erik ran back upstairs and got back on then internet.
"Erik," His mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs," did you do your homework?"
"Yes Mom," he lied," It's done."
"Good, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
About fifteen minutes later, Erik's mom voice could be heard hollering up the stairs to her son. Erik logged off of the internet and walked downstairs. The giant oak table in the living room was covered with condiments and various other additives for hamburgers. Erik sat down at the table beside his mother. Dinner was the only time that the two of them ever got along. It seemed that during dinner, no matter what was happening in each of their lives, the world stood still and was perfect, even if only for an hour or so.
"Your dad called today Erik," his mom said while handing him a plate of hamburgers. "He said that he'll be home on Friday and that he doesn't have to leave until next Wednesday." Erik's dad worked for a large insurance company. The job paid very well, which allowed Erik and his mom to live a life of ease, but it also meant that his dad had to travel a lot. Due to his absence, Erik and his father didn't have the typical father-son relationship. When his dad was home, Erik had to maintain the image of flawless son. The acting was what really got to Erik. It was all fake, people had problems, they get angry, they hurt, they fail, they cry, and Erik did all these things too.
"Ohh," was the most that Erik could reply.
"Now Erik," his mom interjected," You know that your father loves you very much, and that he only wants the best for you."
Erik glanced up at his mother and let her read what he was thinking in his eyes. She looked into those bright green eyes and saw all the pain that her 14 year old son felt, she felt it too. She then sighed and changed the subject.
"So how was school."
"It was okay," Erik shrugged," Mr. Trefoils gave me shit...umm sorry, he gave me static about my clothes again. And we had a new student in English."
"Oh really," his mom sounding sincerely interested, "Where does she live?"
"He lives somewhere here in Cypress Hills, I didn't talk to him much," Erik lied. He had never lied to his mother during dinner before, but he knew that considering what happened in his last school, that it was better to lie than to have to face her suspicions. They talked for a few more minutes about nothing in particular while they ate, after eating his fill of hamburgers and french fries, he ran back to his safe place. The rest of the night might as well been his life. At midnight, Erik was sitting up at his keyboard, eyes half closed. The phone still hadn't wrung. Since 9 he had looked at the clock every fifteen minutes and said to himself, "Fifteen more minutes, then I'm going to bed." That was 3 hours ago. Then, as the old grandfather clock had chimed for the 12th time in a row, Erik realized that Jakob wasn't going to call. He typed his good nights to his friends then headed for bed. A cool breeze came in through the open window as he slipped of his shirt and shorts. He stood staring at the full body mirror on the back of his bed room door. His half naked body glistened with a light coat of sweat from the fall air as the moon light reflected off of it.
"Am I so horrible," he asked the mirror," Am I destined to be alone for ever? Whats wrong with me?" His only answer was the slight stare of his own reflection. With that Erik crawled under the black comforter and matching sheets, and began to think of Jakob. His thoughts of his beautiful new friend aroused a passion in him that only young boys can contain and soon his body was responding to the imagery in his mind. Erik slid his hand down his hairless tanned chest down to his throbbing tool. The warmth of his own flesh added to pictures in his mind as he caressed himself nearer to orgasm. As the pleasure built his body began to twitch. In his mind, Jakob's soft warm lips were pumping up and down on his rod. Erik began to moan Jakob's name, first softly, and then as climax became imminent the moaning became gradually louder. Hot white spunk soon began spewing forth from his maleness, covering the upper part of his stomach and lower part of his chest in sticky fluid. Erik released his softening penis and reached for dirty socks he had worn that day. He cleaned himself up and put the sticky wet socks under a shirt on the pile of dirty laundry collecting at the foot of his bed. Erik closed his eyes, and imagined Jakob one last time, before slowing drifting of too sleep.
Sleep didn't come easy for Erik that night. The nightmares were back. When he first began to question his own sexuality, he was plagued by horrible nightmares. Now that Jakob was in his life, the nightmares were back. Erik's sparsely dressed body tossed around violently under the sheets, his body shivered, and his bed was quickly drenched in sweat. In his mind, he saw an empty existence. Alone and scared he tried to run from this awful place, but his feet failed him. He tripped, fell, and was back on his bare feet trying to run. The rocky landscape of his dream world cut and tore jagged chunks of flesh from his tender feet. The emptiness was chasing him, it surrounded him. His sleeping body, trashed from side to side, as he moaned loudly. Just as the hollow lifelessness was about to infiltrate him, he awoke.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO," he screamed. He quickly scanned the room, his mind raced with remains of the dream still fresh. Finding that he was till at home, in his bed, and realizing that it was only a dream, Erik went back to sleep. When he awoke for school the only part of his dream that he could remember was the intense feeling of loneliness.
Part 2B Jakob's Night
After his lunch with Erik, Jakob continued his first day at his new school. He was the center of attention in most of his classes, as was normal when your the new kid. Throughout the rest of the day, he could not get Erik off his mind. Thinking of Erik made him warm inside, a feeling that no one had been able to make him feel before. Jakob tried to pass this off as friendship, but his mind wouldn't let it rest. None of his friends in past had ever made him feel this way before. He felt like he had known Erik all his life, when in face he had only know the guy for about 4 hours. These feelings made him uneasy, scared yet curious at the same time. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way, but he was determined to find out. For the rest of the afternoon he contemplated the new emotions that were flooding through his hormone charged young body, and still no answers came.
The final bell sounded at 3:30 releasing a flood of teenagers from their classroom. The campus was soon crawling with students of all ages, everyone pushing and shoving to get to their locker and get home as fast as they could. Jakob fought his way through the crowd of people and finally made it to his locker. He looked for Erik, hoping just to get a glimpse at him one more time before he had to go home, but Erik was no where to be found. Jakob once again took on the herd of adolescents and made his way to the front of the school.
Jakob's parents pulled up in their silver 1999 Montana. The mini-van's wheels slowly stopped on the hot asphalt. Jakob slid the door open and jumped in. The interior was gray and smelled of faintly of designer perfume.
"How was your day son," his father asked as he pulled away from the school.
"It went well," Jakob answered smiling, "the people here are real friendly."
"Thats good," his mom chimed in a voice that hinted at perpetual perkiness. They drove from Burroughs High to Lincoln Elementary, where a blue eyed little girl with blonde pig tails got in the van.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad, Hi Jakob," the little girl greeted everyone.
"Hello Christi," Jakob answered, " and how was your first day at your new school?"
"Yes honey tell us all about it," their mother added. Jakob's little sister, Christi, explain every detail of her school day from the first minute when the teacher introduced her to the class up until the very second that they arrived to pick her up. When they pulled up to their house, both Jakob and Christi ran up the large marble stairs to their rooms and immediately finished their homework. After homework was finished the two marched down a large set of spiraling stairs to the basement that served as the family room. Their mom was there waiting with milk and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Jakob never let on to the confusion that was ripping the very fabric of his existence apart. This was one thing he had to do alone. He loved his family, his mom was a regular June Cleaver. She always had something freshly baked for her two children when they got home from school. His dad used to own a rather successful chain of department stores in upper Maine, but recently sold them all out to WalMart for a very tidy sum. For the most part Jakob was very happy with his life. His family loved each other, they didn't fight like other families and everything went smoothly. Jakob and his sister both sat down on the large country blue sofa that set next to the couch their parents sat on. After a few hours of watching the Disney Channel with his family, Jakob told his family he was going up stairs and returned to solitude in his own room.
Jakob's room looked like most other upper-middle class suburban teenager's room. Posters of alternative bands lined the walls. A dark hunter green carpet covered the floor. Most of his stuff was still in boxes, the only things he had out were clothes and his one treasure, a Gibson Explorer Gothic with a Marshall 4x12 amp. First thing was first, Jakob wanted to change into something more comfortable. Despite what anyone says, it's a pain to have your pants hanging half way off your rear end. The baggy jeans slid effortlessly off his slim waist and onto the floor. He stepped out of them and searched his room for a pair of shorts. After finding a pair of shorts, Jakob reached his arms up and took off his shirt revealing a slightly muscular, but pale chest and stomach with two perfect pink nipples. Now topless he searched the room for his favorite shirt. It was a dark blue mesh tank top that had been signed by no other than Kurt Cobain himself. Jakob paid well more than the shirt was worth to get it, but to him it was priceless. He never allowed his mom to wash it, considering that he only wore it when playing his guitar. After finding his shirt, he sat down Indian style in front of the amp with his guitar in his lap. The first sound that the strings made as he ran his young fingers across them was the most beautiful sound Jakob had ever heard. Jakob had learn to play the guitar at the age of 10, now 3 years later there wasn't anything he couldn't play. Immediately after learning, Jakob went through every one of his CDs and learned to play them all from memory. After than, his musical taste began to lean toward louder heavier music, and eventually turned to a full blown love of death metal. At first, his parents were very worried about the change they noticed in Jakob, but a family discussion were Jakob assured his parents that there was nothing in the music that was going to change him they relaxed and let him do his own thing. His fingers new their place as he played through Skinlab's "So Far From the Truth", never missing a cord. Jakob sat on his floor playing his guitar while his mind drifted to thoughts of Erik. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, the way he walked, the way he talked. All these things ran through his mind at a speed that Jakob couldn't control. Why was he feeling this way? He didn't know. The thoughts soon began to grow deeper. He wondered what Erik slept in, what it would be like to touch his face, to kiss him. Growing more confused by the minute, the confusion turned to anger, and as it the guitar playing became louder, faster and more violent. When Jakob finally came back into reality, it was almost 11:30 and his finger tips were bleeding. He forced his stiff legs to bend and stand. He walked quietly to the bath room attached to his bed room and cleaned his wounds. He had rubbed his finger tips past raw all the way to the point of bleeding from the cord changes and strumming. After doctoring his now aching fingers, he returned to his room and shut his amp and light off. He slipped out of his shorts and shirt allowing the night air to cool his almost naked body. He crawled under the white sheets and tried to sleep. Only once he had crawled into bed did it dawn on him. He hadn't called Erik, nor had he recorded the tape of the new Silverchair album for him. "SHIT," he thought to himself, "Now Erik's going to think I'm a liar and will hate me." He tried to think of ways to make it up to Erik, but his body was too tired to stay awake any longer and he soon passed out.
Erik wasn't the only person that didn't sleep well that night. Jakob also tossed and turned, but he was not having nightmares. In his dream, Erik and Jakob were making passionate love. His subconscious tried to fight the dreams, but the harder it fought the stronger the dreams became. When the dream climaxed, Jakob awoke with a start, his white pillow soaked through with sweat and his wet boxers sticking to his still hard maleness. He crawled out of bed, slid the dirty boxers off and put on a new pair. He through the soiled ones in the dirty clothes hamper by his door and went back to sleep.
Well thats it for this one, please send all good responses to posthuman213@hotmail.com any other responses can be stuck, well I probably shouldn't saw that. Anyway, see you all next time. :)
Miss You Love
"Millionaire say got a big shot deal and thrown it all away but But I'm not too sure how I'm supposed to feel or what I'm supposed to say But I'm not sure not too sure how it feels to be Superior make room for the prey cause I'm coming In with what I wanna say but it's gonna hurt And I love the pain a breeding Ground for hurt but I'm not, not sure, not too sure How it feels to handle everyday like the One that just past in the crowds of all the people Remember today I've no respect for you and I miss you love And I miss use love I love the way you love but I hate the way I'm supposed To love you back it's just a fad part of the teenager angst brigade Remember two dats I've no respect for you and I miss you love"
- SilverChair