Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2011 22:29:51 -0700
From: Max Anderson <cagetheangel_69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love's a Bitch 9

"YOU'LL GET IT!" I screamed at Stiles.

"Stupid lazy lard ass", I heard him mutter making me laugh.

"MONTGOMERY! What's up bitch!" I heard someone yell at the door...oh fuck
me I knew who that was... I always recognize that voice from anywhere.

"Holy shit! Tyson, man how you been, how's college?" I heard Stiles yell
back.

"Meh same ole, same ole....hey where the hell is my favourite little fudge
packer?"I heard his voice get closer. Oh god this was definitely going to
be an interesting week.

"He's in the living room, but men I've missed the shit out of you", I heard
Stiles say, as led Tyson into the living room.

Ahhh Tyson Dean Chase Brooks, my- pathetic excuse for a human being-
brother. I loved him but I also hated him, I know confusing but I feel like
when you have one or more sibling, you are sort of obligated to hate on
them. Like it's absolutely natural to beat the living shit out of each
other but in the end, you love them so fricking much it drives you crazy.

"ha-ha I know me too", I heard Tyson whisper loudly, then I heard some
rustling and then silence. The silence went on for about 3 minutes, before
I yelled "Hey, here's a crazy idea, how about you guys come into the living
room...I mean I'm just saying".

I heard more rustling then they both came in, Stiles was blushing crazily,
he breathing was unsteady and his shirt was rumpled, Tyson on the other
hand looked like...a hobo, his hair was dishevelled, his face was also red
so were his lips, they were red and puffy...like he had been doing some
crazy ass Broke Back Mountain kiss.

"What the hell, why do you guys-"I was interrupted by my mom's scream, as
she literally appeared out of nowhere and jumped on Tyson's back.

"Oh my god, my baby's home, I missed the shit out of you...how have you
been, how's college life, meet any new girls, have you been taking those
vitamins and Omega-3 tablets I sent you, and where is your sweater young
man, I told you to never go out without a sweater...wait....wait, wait,
wait....What the fuck are you doing here?" She climbed off his back and
smacked him upside the head.

"Mom! Ow, that fucking hurt", he grimaced in pain as he rubbed the back of
his head.

"Hahahahahha, what a noob", I joked also resulting in a slap at the back of
my head.

"Mom! What the hell's that for...what did I do", I whined, glaring angrily
at her.

"That's for being an idiot and being rude to your brother and also for
eating Ice cream before dinner, you just totally ruined your fucking
dinner...and I told you to take out the trash six times today. You are such
a lard ass", she yelled.

"I am not a fat ass!" I yelled as I walked away to set the table and throw
out the garbage.



We all sat at down at the dining table and began eating.

"Hey, guys I'm home", Parker yelled from the foyer. Parker Montgomery, ex
trophy-wife, absolutely gorgeous but sadly a workaholic. Parker and Stiles
moved into our house when Stile's dad cheated on her with a confused
lesbian. When she found out, she ran him over; weirdly enough when she
backed up not a single scratch was found on him. When Stile and his mom
moved in, it was weird at first...well for me but I finally got used to
it. And now they are like...wait no they are family.

"Hey Mom, Mom made dinner, and it's actually really good." I said my mouth
stuffed with pasta and sliced sausages. I always call Parker Mom even
though it bugged me when Stiles called my mom, mom. Maybe he felt the same
way when I called his mom, mom.

"That smell and looks good, but I can't stay, I just came home to get my
folders, I need them", she said grabbing a crotons as she gave everyone a
kiss, he froze at Tyson, and screamed in delight.

"Holy balls, Chubs" "Chubs" was the nickname Stile's dad gave to Tyson,
when he was little, see Tyson was a fat kid and I mean FAT with a fucking
capital letter F! He was like 5 years old and he weighed 195 pounds legit,
he was so fat that I used to sit on his stomach and bounce up and down for
hours. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, god Parks, are you ever going to stop calling me that", he groaned,
stretching up to kiss her cheek.

"Nope, not fucking way, now you didn't answer my question, why are you
here", she pressed on.

"Oh...uhm...I just wanted to get away from college life for a bit, and plus
I really miss you guys especially Monty", Tyson, smiled bashfully as he
looked up and winked at Stiles. Monty was a nickname Tyson gave Stiles
after he tried pronouncing Stiles last name when he lost his two front
teeth. "Monthygeomory" he would say with a huge ass lisp. Hahaha

What the hell was that all about, I mean what's with all the looks and the
whispering going on between them. If I didn't know better I could have
sworn they were like...you doing a little something, something with each
other. I t really pissed me off, I glared angrily at Tyson.

"Oh, well, I'm so glad you're here Chubs", she smiled leaning down to kiss
him again.

"Hey, Mom, listen I was wondering if you would like to go out tomorrow
night, just me and you like old times", Stiles said smiling as he reached
up to hug his mom. He really did love her, it made me smile, he was so
cute, yet so fucking beautiful.

"I'm sorry honey, I can't, the boss has given me an assignment that is in
Miami, so I have to leave tomorrow morning so maybe another time", she
leaned down and showered his face with kisses.

"Whatever, it's not the first time you've disappointed me", Stiles pulled
away from her grasp and stormed off to him room.

"I'll go check on him", Tyson stood up, but I shot up quickly and said
"I'll check on him, its okay you just got here you don't need drama, you
need rest", I quickly ran up the stairs into Stiles room.

I opened the door, and there he was on the floor, doing push ups, the
sweaty sheen on his tan muscular skin, his biceps bulged with effort. He
panted as his body rose and fell rhythmically, I was fucking hypnotized. I
froze in front of the door staring at him, god he was beautiful.

"You gonna stand there and stare or are you going get in", he got up and
wipe his face with the towel on his bed.  He stretched his sinewy
muscles. 'GET IN ME AND HIBERNATE!' I thought, holy fuck me, I swear to god
it should be illegal to look like that.

"Brooks! Quit ogling at me and fuck off!" he snapped getting angry at my
stares.

"No, I'm not leaving I said as I walked in and close the door, I ran
towards his bed and dive on it, spreading my whole body on his bed, I
inhaled his scent. So fucking sexy!

"Oh sure, why don't you make yourself comfortable", he retorted, pushing me
to the left side of his bed, he could get on.

"hehe, you are so grumpy when you're angry"

"WHY are you here?!" he snapped again.

"Do you want to talk about it?!" I asked ignoring his question.

"Talk about what?" he asked, pretending he didn't know what I was talking
about.

"About what just happened at dinner", I said sitting up on my elbows and
grabbed his hands, playing with his fingers.

"There's nothing to talk about..."

"You know she loves you, she's just busy and I don't know. Just give her a
break; she'll make time for you"

"I SAID THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT OK, SO SHUT THE FUCK ABOUT IT!" He
snatched his hands away, hitting me in the face by mistake...I hope. I fell
back and grabbed my nose, the sharp pain knocked the air out of my lungs.

"Oh shit, holy shit, oh fuck I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you,
Bryson. I'm so fucking sorry", he knelt down in front of me and tilted my
head backwards so he could look at it.

"OW! You stupid sack of shit, my nose hurts like a bastard" I yelled at
him, glaring furiously.

"I'm so sorry Bryson, I swear I didn't mean to".

"Oh my god...did you just call me Bryson", I whispered.

"Uh...no, I said Brooks", he let go of my head.

"No you didn't, you said 'I'm so sorry Bryson, I swear I didn't mean to' ",
I smiled cupping his face in my hands, I pulled him on top of me.

"I don't know what you're talking about", he said trying to hide the smile
forming on his face.

"This is the first time you ever called me Bryson, you know that right..."
I pulled his face in and kissed his lips. He raked his hands through my
hair as his tongue entered my mouth. I tasted cherry and mint, his smell,
his taste I could never get enough of it. I trapped his lower lip between
my teeth and pulled on it. He groaned loudly as the kiss got more urgent
and his tongue tickled the upper part of my mouth. Suddenly I felt a sharp
pain in my nose, I pulled back and whimpered in pain.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, kissing my nose gently as he wrapped his arms
around me and covered us with the sheets.

"What are we doing?" I asked, snuggling closer to his hard warm body. I
grabbed his and hand and started playing with his finger. I don't know what
it was but I was obsessed with playing with them, they were so warm and
soft but coarse at the sometimes. He had the cutest cuticles ever...weird I
know haha but it's true, and little half moons covered on his finger nails.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are we doing, I mean are we like together or like just
friends with benefits, because I like want to...you know, like date and
like be together". Wow! Way to freaking go Bryson, real smooth, there was
like 10 'likes' in that fucking sentences.

"Oh, uhm...well I...uh, I don't think I'm ready for that kind of step, I
mean why date when you can just be together without labelling it".

"But I want to label it, because like if you don't, it won't mean anything
and like it would just be meaningless...I think".

"Well I don't feel like that...for you, I mean I like you and I care about
you but I don't like you enough to date you", he sat up from the bed and
sighed.

"Oh, then...I don't know what I'm doing here then I guess there's no point
in doing this if it means nothing", I said, hoping and praying he would
deny it and take me in his arms.

"I guess so..." he whispered. Ouch! I got up and walked to the door, I
turned around, hoping and praying he would say something to make me stay
but he just lay down on his bed and said "Turn off the lights before you go
please".

I walked out of his room and quickly got into mine to prevent anyone from
seeing me. I closed the door and slid down on the floor and bit down hard
on my lips. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.  But it was too late, I felt
the tears sting my eyes as they overflowed and blurred my vision. Why the
hell am I even crying, I mean it's not like I'm in love with him or
anything. I just don't like being rejected...I guess.

I crawled over to my bed and flopped down on it lazily.

"Why can't I just have a normal love life and just be happy?" I groaned,
pulling the covers over my head and slept off.

                I was woken up by an annoying sound. It was coming from the
window; I turned to look at the clock and noticed it was 11:45 pm. The
noise kept getting louder and annoying, I sat up and groaned.

"If you truly cared about me, you would at least use the fucking front
door, now I have to", I muttered getting up from the bed to look at who was
at the on window. I opened the window, only to get a fucking rock thrown at
my face.

"You stupid idiot, talk about lack of fucking hand-eye-coordination". I
fell back and rubbed my forehead in pain. Everything just hates on my face
today.

"Oh god, Bry... are okay, I'm sorry", I heard someone say, I looked and
noticed it was Braeden; he was coming through the window.

"And you call yourself an athlete", I glared angrily at him.

"I said I was sorry" he whined. He closed the window and smiled at me. I
smiled back, sitting in a yoga position on the bed.

"So...."

"Ya, so how's it going", he asked rocking on feet.

"Uh...Okay I guess", I replied, trying very hard not to stare at the bulge
between his legs.

"That's good".

"uh...uhm, so why are you here?"

"Oh, uh well, I uh..."he took a deep shaky breathe in and sighed." Listen
Bryson, I know you think I gave up on...uh us. Well I just wanted you to
know I didn't, I want us to happen and I will fight till my last breathe to
be with you....I...dude I fucking love you, I love you so much, it's
retarded!"

"Oh sweet baby Buddha, I think I just died and went to heaven, grabbed a
camera, came back video tape this moment, posted it on Facebook and then
died again!" I shrieked, as I got up and hugged him, he kissed my forehead
and sighed in content.

"I'm never letting you go again", he whispered as his lips met mine. I
whimpered as his tongue invaded my mouth.

"I love you too "I replied to him...and I really meant it but something
felt missing like this whole thing was a puzzle and one specific puzzle
piece was missing and without that piece the image will never be completed.

He pulled us down on the bed and we snuggled close to each other, the
warmth radiating of him engulfed me in a blissful state. I sighed and
closed my eyes. Can you say complicated....because that was exactly the
definition of my love life.

I heard his stomach growl. I looked up, my eyebrow arched, I smiled at
him..."You hungry there big guy?"

"Sorry, I haven't eaten all day, it's all your fault", he smiled bashfully.

"Aww, you're so cute when you blush!" I exclaimed.

"Quit it, you're making me blush more, ass!" he whined, covering his face
with the sheets.

"hahaha, ok, I'll go get you something to eat...i think we have leftover
pizza from yesterday...you like cold pizza?" I asked getting up from the
bed.

"Not really but right now it's the best thing I've ever heard...so please
don't hold back, when serving it".

"ha! Ok", I smiled as I walked out of room, closing the door. I noticed the
light downstairs was on...maybe Stiles was hungry, he didn't really finish
his dinner because of the whole mommy issue. But then I noticed the light
wasn't coming from the kitchen, it was coming from the living room, I was
about to walk downstairs when I heard, my mom's voice.

'Stiles, honey if you truly loved him you would tell him the truth, you're
hurting him by not being honest about your feelings". I heard her say in
her motherly voice...which I hardly ever hear.

"I know, Charlie but I'm scared I'll hurt him... I don't want to be that
guy who is responsible for his pain"

"Why would you think that...you don't know what will happen in the future
all that matters is that you're there for him and that you'll love him no
matter what.

"But I already hurt him, in more ways than you'll ever understand...god
I...I just can't", he cried. Standing up he walked towards the windows and
stared outside. They were talking about me...Stiles did love me...but
because of what happened at the locker room...him...him strangling me. I
hated thinking about it...it made me cringe in absolute fear...but I did
love him no matter what and I was about to walk into the living room, to
let him know that I loved him even if after what happened but my mom
interrupted me, so I moved back into hiding.

"I know what happen..."she whispered, staring down at her hand.

"What?"

"I know you were the one, who strang...who hurt him, I know it was you",
her voice cracked.

"Oh, how did you know?", he turned around slowly and cocked his head.

"A mother knows these things...and the guilt in your eyes gave it away, I
can read easily like a book", she stood up and walked towards him, cupping
his face in her hands.

"I...I don't know what to say".

"Well I'm not mad at you...I mean I am disappointed but I don't hate you
any less, you are like my second son", she kissed his forehead; he grabbed
his ear and pulled hard. "But if you ever put your hands on him again, I
swear to god almighty I will kill you with my two bare hands...I love you
so much and so does Bryson...no matter what happens". She patted his cheeks
and walk towards the kitchen.

I quickly ran in the shoe closet and hid there...not really sure what I was
doing there but I had to let everything that just happened between mom and
stiles sink in. Stiles DID love me, he just felt guilty about what happened
in the locker room that day. Mom walked back upstairs and into her room,
leaving stiles in the living room with his thoughts.  I quickly walked into
the kitchen to get Braeden something to eat, I was about to walk back
upstairs when I heard Tyson talking to stiles in the living room.

"I really missed you Monty...god, you were all I could think about when I
left", Tyson whispered, his body pinned Stiles's body against the wall; he
rested his forehead against Stiles's. That little action made me furious, I
gripped hard on the plate in my hands and growled lowly.

"Then why did you leave?" Stiles whispered, his head cocked in confusion.

"Because I...you sacred the shit out of Monty, fuck I was terrified of
you. Every little thing you did turned me on, there was no day that I
wasn't around you that my dick didn't go hard and my heart didn't beat fast
and my palms didn't get sweaty and I didn't fumble on my words." Tyson
panted, as he planted a kiss on Stiles's lips.

Stiles pulled him away, his breathing laboured. "Don't...just
don't....don't make this more complicated than it needs to be". He walked
towards the window and stared out.

"It's because of him...isn't it, Bryson, you love him." he slid down
against the wall and sighed.

"How did yo-"

"I heard you and mom talking...so you tried to strangle him huh?"

"I...I'm-"

"It's okay, like ma said, I don't hate you for it...I can never hate
you...I...lov-"

"DON'T....don't you fucking do this to me, no way, I love Bryson and that's
it. Don't you fucking confuse me anymore than I already am". He turned
around and walked towards Tyson, who was still sitting down on the floor.

"You love him...you love him...and you think he loves you...fuck Stiles
feel my cock!". Tyson shot up and grabbed his hands." Look at what you're
fucking doing to me, godammit. I've fucked and fucked and fucked till I
passed out and nothing, absolutely nothing satisfied me, but just the
thought of touching your arm makes me cum".

"k now you're just being fucking crazy" Stiles pulled his hands away.

"Oh really, you think so?" Tyson suddenly grabbed his hands again and
placed it on his now hard dick...ewww my brother was hard and making the
guy I was in love with touch it...talk about post traumatic effect...my
eyes, my poor innocent eyes have now been poisoned. Waaaahhhaa!!!!!

"STOP! Ok I can't do this, I don't have those kind of feelings for you, I
used to be not anymore Ty", he pulled his hands away and sat on the couch.

"Then why did you kiss me when I walked in this afternoon, hunh, why did
you pull me in and kiss me with all your fucking might?" Holy shit! That's
why they took so long at the foyer and when they came in...The broke-back
mountain kiss....that bastard!

"I...I don't know why I did...I was confused I guess but it's over now. I
don't love you, I love...Brooks and he loves me and that's just the way
it's meant to be...now if you truly loved me you would let me go", Stiles
got up and was about to walk out when Tyson spoke up.

"Then why does Stiles have Braeden Salverda, his long time crush in his
room on his bed with his shirt off huhn? THAT STUPID ASS MUNCHING,
BOYFRIEND STEALING, TELLING SOMEONE'S LONGTIME CRUSH ABOUT HIS OTHER
LONGTIMECRUSH LYING ON HIS BED SHIRTLESS DOUCHE BAG....WAIT! Did he say
Braeden was shirtless? Oh jizz, I grabbed his food and ran upstairs, not
caring about getting caught. But that was until I heard my name being
called by Stiles...SHIT, BUSTED!

I ran into my room and grabbed Braeden, pulling him from his bed I threw
his shirt at him.

"Put it on...slowly...wait no what am I saying put it on fast Stile is
coming", I said. Before he could put on his shirt Stiles walked in, the
anger and betrayal on his face overflowed my arteries with guilt.

"I...uh, this isn't what it looks like...uhm braeden, he uh...he came to
see me, and ya", I stammered.

"What the fuck, how is it any of your business what he does...or who he
does, last time I checked, you don't own him", Braeden said as he walked up
to Stiles and stood face to face with him.

"Aha, but it is my business, he's mine and no one not even you can take him
from me... ok so just fuck off!, get out now!", Stiles snarled at him. Hot
damn...

"Awkward..."I heard Tyson shout-whisper as he walked past my room, leaving
me alone with these hunks. Aha! My life's the shit!

"K, you guys need to stop fighting...no matter how hot and sexy you guys
look right now, please don't fight and even if you do...do you mind rubbing
some baby oil on your body and taking of your clothes...mmm kay thanks", I
said.

They both looked at me like I had two heads.

"WHAT! Hey if you're gonna beat the shit out of each other I also want to
get something out of this fight before it gets bloody and raunchy", I sat
up on my bed and crossed my legs in a yoga position "You may proceed".

"Bryson, this is not a joke, ok why can't you be serious for like a fucking
second!" Braeden yelled at me.

"I'm not serious because it's nothing to be serious about...I don't see why
you guys are attracted to me and don't give me that stupid 'You are
beautiful to me' shit because I am not falling for that bullshit...and fuck
both of you...you're making my life so much more complicated than it needs
to be. I mean like really before all I did was wake up eat, piss, jerk off,
go to school, come back, jerk off, dream about being in Braeden's arms and
trying to avoid Stiles. But now I have to pick between two guys that I...I"

"Stop, you know what you want...remember what you said to me in my
room...you told me you love me", Stiles said, as he turned to look at me.

"You did..."Braeden whispered but more to himself than to me.

"Braede-"

"No, don't...you told me you loved me too, but I'm not sure you meant
it...you only said it because you were in a fight with him or something
like that", he interrupted me.

"I...I do love you...I love you both and I just can't pi-"

"I have to go" Braeden announced before I could protest he left the room
slamming the door in my face.

I turned around to Stiles. The pained expression on his face showed how
much I hurt him, I took in a shaky breathe and said "Stiles I-"

"No...Please don't say anything...I just need...I can't believe you told
him you loved him after you said it to me, do those words even mean
anything to you?!"

"They do, of course they do"

"No they don't...and to think I was going to tell you how....you know
something fuck you Bryson, go with Braeden, you have my blessing", he
yelled at me, before walking out also slamming the door in my face.

I sat down and sighed heavily...I didn't cry though, I just wrapped myself
in my blanket and slept. I woke up to someone one shaking me.

"Bryson, Bry get up please", I heard Tyson say, and his voice wavered.

"Fuck off, leave me alone, I need sleep asshole", I mumbled against my
pillow, waving my arms back and forth trying to push him away.

"Cmon, man this is fucking serious", I noticed he was crying, I quickly sat
up and asked what was wrong.

"S...stiles was in an accident, he's..." he looked down and his shoulder
shook violently.

"WHAT, what is it, tell me, is he hurt, where's stiles I need to see him",
I got off my bed

"He drowned, Stiles is dead..."

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