Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 19:35:40 -0600
From: Greg Brusola <gregster01@gmail.com>
Subject: Incomplete

Disclaimer: not 18, don't read. shoo. don't like this kinda stuff then why
are u here? usual disclaimer. ty.

Incomplete

	A small child ran importantly though the clean, modern decorated
hall into a room whose walls were laden with posters of popular bands,
celebrities, jets, and pictures of family. The small girl seemingly all too
familiar with the territory worked her way through the labryrinth of
clothes, books, and magazines scattered among the cello and numerous sheet
music all over the floor. Good thing the warm, bright rays of the sun
penetrated through the thin curtains veiling the wide window or else she
would've been tripping everywhere without the hands of the sun to guide
her.
	Finally, she obtained her objective of reaching the bed. There lay
a young man tangled up in his pillows, blanket and sheets snoring ever so
lightly. The little devilish child had a plan to get this lazy guy up from
his bed. With a impish smile forming slightly, she searced for the tool
with which whe would wake up the young man- a box of tissues on the
bed-side table. She took a single tissue and rolled it up into a thin
spiral and already she was giggling softly, imagining the result of her
ingenious plan. She slowly reached over to the dark-haired teen careful not
to wake him before the culmination of her plan and instantly shoved the
tissue all the way into one of the teen's nostrils. At that moment the
teen's eyes shot open, his hands reaching for the culprit, and the young
girl screamed at the top of her lungs and ran recklessly out the room,
leaving Kellen in a fit of sneezing and watery eyes.
. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM," yelled Kellen at the top of his lungs, his voice
raspy from yelling after just waking up so early. "Francesca *SNEEZE* stuck
a tissue up *SNEEZE* my nose!"
	A minute later his mom was in his doorway giggling with his sister
at the red, and sneezing sight on the unruly bed.
	"Serves you right, young man. I've been yelling for you to wake up
since 6:30! Now look. It's already 7:01! Open up those gray eyes! They
could use some sun! Get up, use the restroom, brush your teeth, fix that
hair of yours, go downstairs, eat your breakfast on the table quickly, get
in the car, and we'll leave for school," Mrs. Willoughby ordered sternly.
	"OK, OK... I'm moving mom. You know... you don't have to tell me
everything I have to do... Now, um, could you please get out so I can get
ready..." pleaded the sleep-deprived teen- if having 10 hours of sleep
could be called lacking.
	His mom shut the door and let her son get to work. Kellen shoved
away his blanket and quickly stood up only in his underwear trying to
steady himself on his bed post. He stumbled through his stuff sxattered on
the floor towards the bathroom. He used the restroom and brushed his teeth.
He saw some phlegm on his chest from the tissue incident and he washed it
off with a face towel soaked with some warm water and soap that he used to
wipe his face.
	"Hmmmmmm... This feels really good..." he thought to himself, still
wiping his chest, eyes shut. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror
and discovered that the soapy water was running down his abdomen and onto
his gray boxers.
	"Crap. I just changed it last night too..." he mumbled under his
breath.
	He dried himself and ran into his room newly invigorated from the
washing he gave himself. He slipped of his boxers and hopped to his stash
of clean underwear in his drawers, took one and slipped it on and snapped
the garter it against his fair skin. He cringed a little after the garter
snapped against more sensitive skin. He straightened out his underwear,
pulled on a long-sleeved shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of socks. He ran
down the stairs holding onto the railing to keep hime from slipping and
breaking his neck. He slid into the kitchen, kissed his mom on the cheek,
and proceeded to chomp down his breakfast.
	His mom was already at the door when he finished. He threw the
paper plate into the trash and the silverware into the sink and he grabbed
his backpack, slipped on some shoes, and ran out, closing the door behind
him. He ran in the car and they drove off to his first day at
school. Sitting beside him was the devilish girl, his sister, playing with
some pink toy or somesuch. He rubbed her head on looked onward excitement
rushing through his body about the first day of school.
	"Honey, do you have everything? Do you have your pencils, note-"
	"Yes, mom. I have everything. No need to worry," Kellen interrupted
his mom from listing his supplies again.
	"OK, then.  Just making sure you ready for your first day of
school.  I think we'll make it on time. It's only 7:24 right now..."
Kellen's mom said idley.
	It was a miracle that Kellen's mom of 47, CEO of some huge company,
still had time for her two children. Kellen was thankful his mom wasn't
that worked obsessed mom like in the movies he's seen. But when she wasn't
at home he'd put Francesca to bed and he'd listen to music or make music,
read, watch t.v., clean the place up, or work out a little in his room.
	After a few minutes of reminicsing on what his days were like that
summer, he was finally at the front of his school. He sighed deeply, kissed
his busy mom goodbye, hugged his siste rquickly but tightly, then got out
the car and started his first day of his senior year at 17. He saw lots of
familiar faces around the courtyard. He greeted some of them but nobody
really minded him. He took out his schedule and looked at his first
class. It was AP Calculus. So it was AP Calc, AP Economics, AP English IV,
AP Chemistry, then thankfully Band/Orchestra as his last period.
	"Great... the first class of everyday for at least 180 days is AP
Calc... haha..." he mumbled to himself. "At least I've got Orchestra
last..."
	He sat through every class, usually in the corner, nobody noticing
him, and he not noticing anyone. He hadn't met any of his friends yet. For
some reason he wasn't popular. He didn't understand why. He just sat there
thinking of this through his Chemistry lecture which to him was just some
mumbo jumbo he couldnt understand. There's gonna be some major studying
before the test next week... The bell rang and he slowly got up from his
desk while everyone else was pushing him aside to get to lunch and to
freedom. He walked out the door not looking forward to anthing anymore
since he knows that his former friends probably forgot about him now
because to begin with, they really weren't that... friendly. He stopped by
his locker to put up the stuff he didnt need for tonight. he stopped by the
cafeteria and bought a meal of something called tamales with a side of
salad, fries, and a soda. Kellen soon found out that a tamale was Mexican
food. Up there in Montana he didn't know too much about Mexican food or any
foreign food except for Chinese. He walked past the Math hall and into an
empty hallway.

***

POV change.

	I wandered the halls searching for a spot to sit and eat where
people weren't screaming, hugging, and jumping all over the place litle
rabbits. I found a nice place near the stairwell leading up to the Fine
Arts division of the school where the Music, Art, Dance, and Theatre
classes were. I put my stuff down and sat against the wall, feeling the
cold of the building seeping into me. I ate for a while and fingered my
audition music for Orchestra until i saw a student walking towards my
direction. I didn't mind him too much and went back and immersed myself in
my music.
	Before I knew it, he sat next to me eating his club sandwich as if
he didn't mind me being there.
	"Hey, can I have some of your soda? Promise I won't put my lips on
it," he said.
	"Go ahead. You can have the rest actually," I said without looking
up.
	He felt like he was studying me. After a while he finally took my
soda and continued to eat and I just continued to look at my music aware of
eyes carefully studying me. I felt sort of uncomfortable and I couldn't
really concentrate on my music anymore. I decided to look up. Big mistake.
	"Hey, I'm Aaron Lackey. Nice to meetcha," he said matter of factly,
just as my eyes met his.
	Just then I felt as if i was hit by a plane coming at me at 1000
mph.  I was awestruck by how he looked. I thought his skin was emitting
some kind of illuminescent glow. His eyes were deep blue, captivating. I
couldn't get my eyes off of his. I was practically drowning in those deep
pools of blue and I couldn't escape. It seemed like we-I was staring in
those eyes until I heard him clear his throat- hard, a questioning look on
his face.
	"OH, um, yeah. I'm uhh... Kellen Willoughby. You're in my Chem
class, right?" I managed to squeeze out.
	"Haha. Yeah. I am. I'm also in your Calc class and you seem like a
cool guy so i just wanted to ask if you could help me in the class? You
don't have to you know. It's just that you're irresistibly ho- ahem- smart
that that i just had to ask for your help." he said with an amused look on
his face.
	"Ok..." I responded. What's 'hosmart'? Oh well. "Sure, no
problem. I'd be glad to help you."
	I just stared at him after that trying to get in as much of that
face as possible. This doesn't usually happen. Suddenly, he
smiled... sexily? and that encaptivated me even further until he cleared
his throat pretty loud again.
	"Oh crap, sorry. I was... thinking of my schedule." I quickly
said. Damn him and his freaking good looks.
	"Oh, okay. For a minute there i thought you were gonna kiss me."
	"Ahahaahaha... No, no. I usually just blank out when I'm thinking
hard you know. It's a habit. Is after school good for you?" I asked Aaron.
	"Yeah sure. I have theatre rehearsals-already- until 4:00... so, is
4:15 good for you? We can have it at you place so it's a lot better for
you?"
	"Well, I guess that's alright. We'll just go over the lecture notes
and homework if you need any help... Oh, that's right. Here's my address. I
live like 5 minutes away from the school." I handed him a piece of paper
that held my address and number and handed it to him. He took it and
examined it. While he was I was just adoring how his brows lowered and his
forehead wrinkled a bit and how his tongue slid out of his mouth and licked
his lips a little when he was thinking of something. If I didn't know any
better, I'd have thought he was subtly seducing me.
	"Hey, I know this street. I live like a few blocks away. This is
gonna be much easier than i thought. I can just walk to your house." He
said pretty happily, his eyes sparkling.
	The bell rang.
	"Well, I gotta go..." I told him.
	"'Aight! See ya later then" Aaron said seemingly having lasped into
his "cool" mode once more.
	I threw my trash away and watched Aaron move away in the opposite
direction. He looked back and waved at me and smiled that intoxicating
smile that held me entranced. I managed to wave back a little. Stupid! I
stood there watching him, thinking of that face- that smile, the skin, and
those deep blue eyes that i know held something inside- metaphorically
speaking of course. I only managed to imagine how his body might have
looked like under those clothes. *drool*. Whoa! Breathe. I just can't get
why I'm like this... Wow... something's definitely wrong with me.
	"Think, Kellen. Think! You're not after a guy. You're supposed to
be after a girl. Think!" he willed himself. "Must go to class. Where am I
going again???... Music! That's right. Geez." With that he opened the
stairwell doors and walked up the stairs alone.

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