Accidentally Loving Mr. Stepfather (LGBT)

Chapter 1 Mickey Hollister Clean 'Message #20 - Dear My Future Lover For Forever out there, it's Valentines day, I don't have a date. Where are you? Anyways, I won't be celebrating this day because you're not here with me. You're either with your temporary lover, celebrating this romantic day, or you're just like me, waiting for your future lover, who's, by the way, writing this cheesy message for you. I haven't been writing since the incident happened, since the betrayal. I'll tell you, Noah had a girlfriend. Her name is Chelsie. She cheated on Noah with me. Noah is my best friend. Yeah, I was really an i***t. How could I do that to my best friend? Really. He went mad at me, and didn't talk to me for like, forever. But I begged, and begged until he caved in. He forgave me. I told him that I had cut off the ties with Chelsie. I swear I couldn't breath that day. Chelsie is such a slut. And a b***h. We were fooling for awhile. Chelsie was a big dessert to me. I felt exhausted. But Noah was the rain, and when he poured the emotions, that's when I was able to breathe again. By morning, gone was any trace of our hate-hate feelings. We've gone back to being best friends. Another story, who would have thought that most of my friends are gay? Yeah, baby! Noah, who was once a straight guy, turned into gay and very in love with Gloss. My other best friends, Collins and Kevin, are dating. They went public, together with John. At first, it was very awkward. But we've passed that stage, because nothing changed, they are still the idiots, stupids, jerks friends. I love them to death. Hey. I don't have much time, I think I'll write later, so don't worry. This is your Future Lover For Forever, Mike Hollister. With lots of love and hugs and kisses!' Ripping the single page from my notebook, I roll it and put a ribbon around it. Red ribbon. Then I head over my bed, kneeling to get the transparent bottle underneath my bed. Pulling the cap, I shove the ripped paper inside and put the cap back. I put the transparent bottle underneath my bed. Whenever I have free time, I write messages for my future lover. Been searching. Been finding. But it's still nothing. Sighing, I head downstairs, suddenly feeling anxious. Because of my freaking mum. Dad and Mum are divorced. Dad is a chef, and has a lots of 4 and 5 stars restaurants in the town. He's very rich. Mum. Well, mum is just an alcoholic woman. She's not rich. Dad tried to get the right to be with him, to live with him, but Mum pulled the Mummy act. She said a mother is always needed by her child. The court chose Mum over Dad. The end. That's why I'm living in hell. She always spats things to me, always blames me, always tells me that I look like my 'goddamn father'. Congratulations, my father and I have the same blood and genes. I'm currently studying at Sky International School. It's one of the famous schools in town. So famous. Most people going there are rich. Dad is the one paying my tuitions. Noah tried to talk to me about being free in his school, but I just refused, said that my gut doesn't like the idea. He just rolled his eyes at me, and told me I was a big i***t. Holy macaroons. My mother is sober right now, cleaning the house. When she sees me going downstairs, she frowns and goes back to cleaning. Swiping the floor. Brushing the dust off of the tables and TV. Mopping. What a sudden change of air. "Hey, I have a visitor coming, so you better be here and act like a greatful son." She says sternly, not looking at me. Visitor, you say. Bet it's your new lover. Or husband. Or whatever he is to my mom. "Yeah, mum. I guess he's a bummer," I spat, rolling my eyes. "He's not a bummer!" Mum says, mocking my English accent. "Stop being an ungreatful brat and just be home early tonight. Even your accent, you got that from your father." "Woah!" I fake a gasp, covering my open mouth with my hand. "Thanks for pointing the obvious, Mummy. Now I know. Thank you, mum." I add sarcastically. She rolls her eyes at me. Passing by at her, I get inside my car, given by my Dad on my 16th birthday, and put the key in the ignition and the car purrs into life, releasing a soft 'broom' sound. I pull off the driveway and head to school, to meet my friends. As I park my car in the parking lot, my friends are already waiting for me, grinning. I swear this guys are the best ever. We are completed. Karl, Nero, Sam, Noah, Kevin, Collins, John, Tommy, Rolly, Jeric, and I. Kevin and Collins are snuggled up with each other, basicalling eating each other's faces. "Stop that, mate!" All of them, except Kevin and Collins, say simultaneously, mocking my accent. "You guys are the best mates. Not." I say, grumbing deep in my throat as I roll my eyes at them. They all chuckle at my comment. What a complete dumbs. "Yeah, shut up. It's Valentines day. So we're celebrating it." Collins says as he pecks Kevin's cheek, grinning. "Really?" Nero says sarcastically, faking a gasp, practically jumping up and down. "Why, Nero?" I ask him, a creepy smile tugging on my lips. "You going to join them in a hot and wild intense oral s*x?" Nero's cheeks fill with a fusha pink color as he grimaces. "Hell, no. Gotta find someone who could satisfy my needs." "Well, someone's waiting for you, Nero." Sam butts in. "FYI, it's not Kaila. It's Derek. Nice, Nero. You got a hot Russian gay lover." "He's not my lover!" Nero snaps, pouting at us. "I'm not even gay. You gotta pray for that before it happens." Suddenly, Karl, together with Jeric, kneel down, clasp their hands, look at the sky, and say, "Oh, please, Holy God, please turn Nero into gay so he'd be into Derek and guys!" "Shut up!" Nero shouts, his face is red from embarrassment. "You guys are a complete assholes." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Noah says, laughing. We all head inside the school. Even the guys in our group are gay, that doesn't stop the girls from hitting on them. Ashton, who's John's boyfriend, always gets jealous when the girls are all over his boyfriend, but he doesn't voice his opinions, because he trusts John. Gloss and Noah embrace each other, as if they haven't seen each other in years. Gloss still has these marks from the accident, but it's nearly fading, his pale color is turning into his natural one. Derek pushes Noah back and Noah frowns at him. Derek just laughs at them and comments that they need to stop acting lovey-dovey with each other because the bell is about to ring. As soon as Derek connects the gaze with Nero, he immediately frowns. "What are ya' looking at, lad?" Nero says in complete annoyance, frowning at Derek. "Enjoying my look?" "Why would I enjoy the look, when your look is like a krisa?" Derek counters, his deep and thick Russian accent lingering in his voice. "What's krisa?" Nero asks curiously, tilting his head. "That word 'krisa' means..." Beau butts in, stepping in. He drums his fingers on his tummy and makes a drum beating sound. "Rat." We stare at each other, then we burst out laughing. Gloss shakes his head and murmurs something in Noah's ear. Noah nods and pecks his lips and Beau and Gloss head off. "Don't always flatter yourself, Nero." Derek says. "I just want to say that Jeric is hotter and way, way more handsome than you, seksual'en." "That's not true, you Russian man!" Nero protests, almost whining. "And what does seksu-whatever the Russian word is means?" "Try to figure that yourself," Derek says nonchalantly as he spin on his heels and heads off. "I may or may not able to speak or understand Russian words," Karl states as he shrugs, then says, "but seksual'en means sexy." "OhMyGod!" Tommy squeals. "Love is in the air!" "I better grab pesticide and spray it in the air because I'm allergic in that s**t," I grumble. Although I want to find my 'The One', I don't want to look like a lost puppy wanting to find his owner in front of my friends, so I pretend I don't like to be in love. "Agree with you, mate." Nero slings his arm over my shoulders, mocking, once again, my accent. I don't know what's wrong with my accent, but they always mock it. "Shut up, berk." I growl. The bell rings. We head to our first class. +++ After the awful day in school, we part ways and I decide to give my father a visit. I haven't seen him since Christmas. When I get there, Dad is making food. I swear he's the best chef in the world. He makes foods wondeful and delicious. He sees me and his face lights up like a Christmas tree and walks over me and gives me a fatherly hug. He tells me he misses me, and doesn't have the time to visit me since he's pretty busy with the restaurants and stuffs. I tell him that it's okay, and that we have loads of time to cope up with the times we've lost. I join him in cooking. I may not be as good as my father, but I love cooking too. If I had a chance to move here, I would have done it by now, but I'm just 17, and have no choice but to live with mum until I'm 18. When I turn 18, I'd literally shout and throw a party to celebrate that I'm moving in with Dad. Moving in with Dad is always the first in my priority lists. We take our time slowly, cooking international foods, and eating them. But the time has to ruin it, and I have to return to hell. My phone rings, and the screen lights up, flashing Mum's caller ID. Dad sighs and I internally groan, because I don't want this day to end. "Go," says Dad sadly, "your Mum is probably worried at you right now. Don't want that gal to go ballistic on me." "Next time, Dad." I say. He nods and gives me a smile. I head home.