Come get higher
I decided to post the first chapter of "Angel Boys" this is what the name currently is of my original work. It's a work in progess so bare with me. I know it seems a little choppy, but as I said, I'm not finished by any means, so just accept it the way it is. If anyone likes it, I can post chapter 2. Chapter 2 is so cute. There is a cute moment between Simon and an adorable Asian boy in that one.
Chapter One
Remington Academy
Professor Z hands back our assignments. I glance at the red inked mark at the top right corner. I got a 98. What did I miss? On the second page I notice a red “X” on question #30. It’s blank. I didn’t give an answer. How could I not answer? I’m usually very good in Physics.
He asks if there are any questions about our marks. I raise my left hand. I ask him what the answer to #30 was. He starts to leaf through his text book, but the bell rings. I walk up to the Professor’s desk to tell him to have a nice day. He shows me the correct answer. I could have gotten that answer. How did I skip the question?
I grab my book bag and quickly shove my books in them. I try to leave before the halls get jammed packed with students hustling to get back to their dorms or the other classes.
A boy much bigger than me intentionally bumps into me, knocking my bag out across the hall. He pushes me into the wall calling me a poof and a faggot. I shield my face with my hands, to prepare for him to punch me.
He throws me to the floor and kicks me in the stomach. He walks away laughing with his friends. I lie on the floor in pain for a few minutes, until I see a hand reaching out to help me up. I look up to see the friendly face of my twin brother, Sam.
He helps me to my feet and straightens the collar of my uniform. I thank him. He tries to ask who it was today, picking on me. I didn’t see his face very well so I can’t tell him. I wouldn’t anyways.
Sam is my best friend. Gifted prodigy-might be part alien; we’re still awaiting the test results. My twin is half evil super-genius and half romantic poet. He’s definitely my real life alter ego. We should team up to fight crime.
He’s always there for me when I need him. He even tries to fight my battles. I can fight but I usually prefer not to. Today, I allow Sam to be my body guard.
He walks me to the dormitory. We stop halfway when he spots a cute girl he’s nursing a crush on. She waves at him. He turns red and waves back in a daze.
I tell him to ask her out. He doesn’t want to. Her younger brother is our roommate and the hottest guy on the planet. He’s best friends with our cousin, Nick. They’ve been friends for a long time. I think since childhood, which doesn’t make any sense because they live on different continents.
Nick and Gary are a year behind us but they’re well on their way to becoming the most popular boys in school. They sure lead the race in the best looking contest.
Nick’s spiky blond hair, six earrings, and brilliantly azure eyes melt the hearts of all the girls he passes by. He may be pretty on the outside, but he’s usually a big jerk. We’re not best friends by any means, but sometimes we can get along.
We manage to make it as roommates without trying to kill each other. I think that says a lot about how we’re growing to know each other.
Then there is Gary Goss. His hair hangs a little above his shoulders and it always seems to be windswept. Looking at Gary is like staring into a really bright light. He seems to glow. If Gary Goss were an anime character, he’d be the sparkly prince type.
Meet Gary Goss: Hottest guy on the planet. British beefcake sculpted by the hands of a million angels for the purpose of making the world more beautiful. His eyes match the blue of the sky. His skin is flawless. No pimple in its right mind would manifest on his face. The dimples in his peaches-n-cream cheeks complete the picture of extreme hotness.
If human beings could be perfect, Gary would be the closest. Gary’s a model/actor. He’s leaving for Hollywood today. He’s filming a movie this summer. It’s his first big break as an actor. He’s playing Ian Park in the movie adaptation of the book Delicate Angel.
It’s about a boy named Ian Park who is orphaned after his parents die in a car crash, he survives-sort of. He gets adopted by angels. Ian comes to possess a power that awakens his parents’ spirits from hell and he must stop them so he can return to Earth as a human to marry the beautiful Dixie Donaldson, the girl he loved before his world came crashing down; or join them to destroy Earth and bring up a new world in its place. Along the way Ian meets a class of characters who help him on making the decision and all that jazz.
It sounds kind of epic. Fighting the powers the darkness; good vs. evil I like it. I hope they do the book justice. That almost never happens. Gary’s a good choice for Ian. I think in the end of the first book Ian chooses evil. Gary as a villain, that’d be kind of hot. Maybe he’ll be shirtless.
The second book in the series is called Dangerous Angel. It’s all about Ian choosing evil. I think its fucking sweet. I hope the movie does well because I want to see Gary evil, that’d be pretty bad ass.
The third book is Serene Angel. Dixie dies at the hands of Ian’s mentor. Ian switches sides to find a way to bring her back. Yadda, yadda, there’s something about an epic battle with Ian and his old mentor. Ian conjures the powers of evil and good together to destroy the old geezer. It sounds awesome. I want to read these books.
Gary’s in our room talking to an older man. A tiny pigtailed girl is clutching to his leg with a doll in her hand. They’re discussing California. The man is his father though he doesn’t look like him except for the eyes. Gary has exactly his father’s eyes.
“Gary, we’re coming with you to California. It isn’t safe for a sixteen-year-old boy to stay in Hollywood alone, especially one as good-looking as you,” His father tells him.
Gary’s blue eyes are staring directly into his father’s. I drop my book bag on the floor by the second pair of bunk beds. Sam sits down at his desk to access the internet.
My eyes immediately target Gary. This boy is gorgeous. I hold up my phone as if to get a signal and surreptitiously take a photo of Gary. I like his pose. I watch Gary hug his father.
I snap a photo of them hugging. How I long to be held by those biceps, to feel them tighten around me, that would be paradise. My green eyes focus on the moles on Gary’s neck. He has four of them. I want to lick him. He probably tastes good. He’s definite eye candy.
“Are you going to be a big movie star?” asks the little girl.
Gary kneels to talk to her. He kisses her on the cheek, “Yes, are you going to cheer me on?” he tells her. His accent makes me tingly.
She nods her head. He kisses her again and resumes talking to his father.
Nick opens the door and immediately hugs Gary’s dad. Nick is like a second son to Gary’s parents. Gary has four sisters. Two of them attend school here. The eldest is in University in England and the youngest is hugging Gary right now. I’d say she’s about five or six years old.
Gary is the middle child and the only boy. He understands girls better than most boys.
A couple of girls wearing Remington uniforms come into our room. Sam’s attention is pulled away from the computer screen when she comes in. One of the girls looks just like Gary only female. The other is blonde with big brown eyes.
She hugs her father, brother, and little sister. She sits down at Gary’s desk. She crosses her long legs. I look at Sam. He’s staring at her and blushing. She spots him watching her. Sam spazzes out and sends his pencil cup flying towards Gary’s face. He ducts in time.
“Watch it, Sam,” Gary says with a smile.
I melt under his pearly white smile. His teeth are perfect, they could actually sparkle. He leans over to a girl you would swear is his twin, but isn’t, and whispers in her ear. They giggle. The girl who could pass as Gary’s twin sister is Amelia. She’s actually fourteen months younger than Gary.
She gets up from the desk and comes over to talk to Sam. Sam’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down and I watch him wipe sweat from his face. She sits on his desk. His eyes go to her long legs, their right next to his wireless mouse.
I watch his right hand. He’s shaking so much the mouse is running all over the screen. His fingers reach out as if he’s going to touch her then he changes his mind. She picks a piece of lint off Sam’s sleeve.
His face turns very red. He avoids looking directly at her. I look back at Gary. He and his father are also watching Susan interact with Sam. Gary’s dad is smiling, Gary is frowning. He is not comfortable with his close friends hitting on his sister.
To be fair, Sam never actually made a move. He’s way too nervous.
“Gary, are you going to call me when you’re in America,” the little girl asks.
“You’re coming too, Penny, at least for awhile,” Gary says sweetly.
“Can Princess Koko come too?” She asks about her Barbie doll.
“Does Princess Koko like flying? She might get scared,” Gary tells his sister.
“Today was her first time on an airplane. She handled it well I think,” She says.
This little girl uses complete sentences for someone so little. There is a loud noise and I look over to see Sam’s chair on the floor with her on top of him. Apparently she started to fall off the desk and he tried to catch her, at least that’s what he told Gary and his dad.
Nick and Gary help her off Sam. Sam gets up. When he sees that she has her back turned he bangs his head on the wall and repeatedly calls himself stupid. I stop him before anyone sees.
“Dude, just ask her out what’s the worst that could happen?” I ask.
“Gary would kill me,” Sam says.
“You like her this much; I don’t think he’d care.”
“Easy for you to say, you don’t even like girls,” Sam whispers.
I’m taken aback by this and almost fall over, someone catches me. I look up to see Gary grinning at me. He stands me up properly. I thank him, blushing bright red, and sit down at my own desk. I begin my ten page paper on the differences between North and South Korea and why one is thriving and the other isn’t.
In my mind, a series of images of Gary are playing on a reel. In almost all of them he is half-naked. I blush deeper, and open my laptop. I access my photo files. I have a folder entirely dedicated to Gary. I have over 800 of his best modeling pictures. I have another sub folder of pictures I’ve taken of him here at school. He’s my favorite subject.
I stare at my favorite picture of him. In it he’s posed with his head turned to the side, his hair blowing, and his hands in his pocket. His shirt is buttoned once in the middle, but it still exposes his pecks and abs. He’s wearing skinny jeans. He has a very sexy expression on his face saying, “I can rock your world!”
“What are you doing?” Sam asks me.
“Researching South Korea,” I lie.
“That doesn’t look like South Korea,” Nick says coming over to see what’s up.
I quickly try to close the picture, but he still sees it.
“I knew it you are a poof,” Nick says.
“I am not. I like girls,” I say lackadaisically.
She crosses over to my desk and clears off a place to sit the way she had on Sam’s. She puts her hand in her lap. Her skirt comes up a little when she does. I stare in spite of myself. She has long legs.
She fiddles with my tie. I have class in twenty minutes. I should probably go. I get up and put my laptop in my bag. As I’m packing my bags I see Gary bending over, his butt facing me. I try hard not to stare, but I can’t manage it. That’s the most perfectly shaped ass in the world.
Damn, I would kill for his ass. I trip over Gary’s little sister who’s playing with her doll on the floor. I fall flat on my face. The little girl starts crying. Her daddy picks her up. I’m a jack ass.
“Are you alright, Penelope?” Gary asks her.
“He kicked me,” she says sobbing.
“I did not. I tripped over her,” I say.
Gary looks at me as if he’s deciding whether or not to be mad. Sam decides to walk me to class. Now we’re both looking for excuses to leave. Gary won’t be here when I come back. He comes into the hallway to hug me bye.
I take a deep breath when he wraps his arms around me. I feel his biceps tighten around me and I get chills. I commit his scent to memory before he releases me. I try to hold on a little longer, but he releases me anyways. I liquefy.
He goes back in our room to finish discussing his plans. I stumble dizzily into the wall and stand there reliving Gary’s hug. I zone out thinking of him: his hair, his eyes, and his sexy scent. I snap back to earth when Sam punches me in the arm.
“You’re pathetic. You can’t crush on your roommate that’s sick and not in a good way.”
“I do not have a crush on Gary,” I say for the umpteenth time.
“Yes you do.”
“He smells good,” I say, “It caught me off guard.”
“Of course he smells good, he’s Gary. He’s also really hot. Damn, if I were a chick or gay I’d probably be in love with him. He’s so hot; it makes me wish I were a chick so I could have sex with him.”
I stop walking to stare at my brother. I scratch my head. Is he serious or trying to get me to comment? I start walking again. Sam walks along beside me talking about going to California for the summer.
I love the idea, but our older brother would never let us go alone. Mark doesn’t let us do anything unless he’s there with us. He doesn’t exactly trust us.
Mark is raising us because our father used to beat us and our mother is dead. Our father is also gone. We don’t know where he is and we don’t care. I don’t want him in my life. So we live with Mark and his wife.
Last summer, the shit hit the fan. Our father snapped and tried to kill us. He lured us to his hideout by kidnapping our sister, Jessy. It was a huge mess. We lost one of our brothers that day, David.
He betrayed us to our father, which led Sam to kill him. After extensive therapy, I think Sam has recovered. He seems to be a better person now. Though, he does slip up occasionally.
What’s worse is that we found out that we’re princes. Yeah, as if being a teenager isn’t hard enough, you have to add nobility to the checklist. Apparently, our father led a very active social life. Upon completing the requisite for Remington Academy my father celebrated with a girl he barely knew. He knocked her up and nine months later, Mark was born.
Shortly after, my maternal and paternal grandparents forbid their children from seeing each other, but they allowed both sides to raise Mark until he was old enough to decide who he wants to live with. So during the school year, he would live with his father and during summer he would live with his mother.
This appeased the grandparents. Both sides found perfect matches for their respective offspring and after a few arranged marriages broke contact with each other completely. Father married a sweet German girl and nine months later David was born.
About six or seven years after David, my father and the princess rekindled an old flame and thus received two bouncing bundles of joy-me and Sam. The princess’s parents were out raged, but that didn’t last long, because they mysteriously died a week after our birth; just like the princess’s husband. Last summer, that princess died mysteriously making Mark the new king.
My life as a teenage prince: It sucks! I have my own pair of gun-toting black suited body guards. They follow me around from place to place stopping anyone who approaches me. This is excludes my family, Gary’s family, and my sister-in-law’s family.
The only time I have privacy is within the school. The school’s headmaster won’t allow security to come into the main buildings. It will draw too much attention to me and Sam and is a distraction to the other students. Mark, however, insisted that security detail be stationed in the dormitory.
This is partly why Sam is escorting me across campus to my next class. Those guys who jumped me earlier are around here somewhere.
“I’ll meet you right here after class,” Sam says as the bell rings, “I have to get to my next class, but don’t go anywhere until I get here, okay.”
“I don’t need you to protect me,” I tell him.
“Prince Poof, are you coming to class?” asks a boy from England.
“Yeah, faggot,” says his cocky Canadian friend.
A large paperback book hits the back of my head. I rub my head. Sam glares.
“Hey, you attack my brother again and I’ll cut a bitch,” Sam says pulling out his knife. It’s a switchblade. The boy picks up his book and goes into the classroom. I say bye to Sam and join the homophobes in class.
I take a seat near the window, far away from the goons. I glance out the window to see a few boys doing pushups in the grassy area between the main building and the theater. I stare until the Japanese boy next to me passes me his notebook.
He asks me if I’m alright. I write that I am. He asks me if I’d like to watch a movie with him tonight. I ask for a rain check. I don’t feel like doing anything-especially with another guy.
This is so boring. Even drawing an angry turkey invasion on my notes is boring. Maybe if the turkeys wielded rocket launchers.
Turkeys are native to North America. They should have been our national bird. It makes more sense than the Bald Eagle. Turkeys aren’t beautiful; however, I feel that they honor America better than the Eagle by filling our stomachs on Thanksgiving and Christmas; except for me, because I’m a vegetarian.
The turkeys should use the rocket launchers to fight off zombie chickens.
“Bored much?” Asks my only somewhat friend in the class. He looks at me with a smile. I stare at my notebook. Does he like me? He’s kind of cute, for an Asian boy.
I think his name is Kai. Yes, that’s right.
“How long are we in here?”
“We have another half hour.”
Groan.