Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 18:47:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan Edgar <emoducky707@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales of Broken Love

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So I began trying to write a novel called Loving Spencer. Well, it didn't
work. It wasn't realistic, and I just didn't feel it. Instead, I decided to
write this novel about the love of my life. You will learn the passion I
feel for him in this novel. This novel isn't just about sex sex sex, its
about much more. This novel goes in depth of my life, the true me. It will
show many of my past experiences and troubles i've had to face.  If this is
your:

First time to read my material: You must learn that I am motivated to
continue writing by comments and critiques, so the more e-mails I get, the
more I write. You have to use internet to read this, so e-mailing won't
take much effort.

Continued Reader:

You SHOULD know that comments make me write. If not my e-mail is listed
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Have a nice day :)

btw, i am not 14 when im writing this. just the rememberence of myself
is. just...making sure :)

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Tales of Broken Love

Chapter 1

	I lean my head against my window, staring deep into the
neighborhood, counting every house that passes by. I tap my fingers to the
beat of the radio, and look around, anxious to be where I want to be. My
father smiles and drives, keeping a steady pace. Oh how I wish he would
floor it. After what seemed to be hours, I was home. My dad turned right
into a driveway, and I quickly hopped out, slamming the door shut in the
first syllable of 'Goodbye'. My dad shaked his head with a chuckle, and
left. I tried to pace myself, but ended up running. I take a deep breath,
and knock three hardy knocks on his door. I fix my hair, adjust my shirt,
make sure everything is perfect. I see a figure floating down the stairs,
and then the latch unbolting and the door opens. As the cool air rushes
into my face, I am home.
	My name is Ryan. I am 14 years old and on the last year of
secondary school. I have 4 more years of senior high, and then i'm
free. I'm about 5'9, 120 pounds, about half and half on the muscle
VS. weight side, with deep brown-red hair, changing eyes, from blue, to
green, to hazel, and glasses. I have the common dress, jeans and a T-
Shirt, and I'm what you can describe as just a normal boy. Except for many
details.
	I was forced to become an adult at the age of 10. My mother became
an abusive alcoholic, and I was forced to take care of her, while my dad
took care of the rest of my family. My mom would pass out in the living
room, and I had to drag her into her bedroom. My mother would hit and beat,
scratch and bite, and pull me apart physically and emotionally. Later on in
life, my parents divorced. I thought this may be a turning point for my
dear mother, but just in return it got worse. My father went into major
debt, and my mother continued to drink. Drinking was her escape, her way of
leaving the stresses of the world behind her. I continued to mature and
continue with my life without my father or a reliable parent. I went
through puberty, the transition from primary to secondary school, and many
things without a parent.
	I was stuck in depression for a long time. I would just sit alone,
not wanting to open up. This is where I felt like I went gay. I didn't
understand anything. Why do I like girls, when they only seem to hurt me?
But men have hurt me as well in my life. I was lost, and I was helpless. I
lost many friends in my upset state, and it seemed to get worse. This
continued until the end of my first year in secondary school, when a good
friend of mine brought him onto the bus.
	Brandon. What a beautiful name. Not to masculine to fear, but not
to feminine to laugh towards. It seemed perfect. A perfect name for a
perfect boy. Brandon is 2 years older than me, himself being in the end of
secondary school when I began. I can remember the day perfectly. I sat down
in seat 11, with only seat 12 behind me. I turn to see a beautiful brown
haired, brown eyed boy in a yellow T-Shirt sitting behind me. He has blue
braces, and a rather small, lean body. He looks at me, and mutters the
first words that made my heart drop,
	"Hello. I'm Brandon. You are?"
	At this point I hear his melodic voice. It was still rather high
pitched, a tenor-bass tone, but oh, so beautiful. I was at a lost of
words. I stared deeply into his eyes, just getting lost there. I escaped my
trance when a friend of mine, Courtney, stomped her way to the seat next to
me, and asked why I was staring. I jumped in shock, wondering how long I
was gazing at him. By the time I looked back at him, he was talking to yet
another friend of mine.
	"I-I'm Ryan!" I say loudly, almost a yell.
	"Hello Ryan." Brandon mutters with a chuckle.
	From then on our relationship improved. We soon became friends,
then obvious best friends. People have asked us if we were gay lovers, of
course denying it all. I have always WANTED to be more than friends, but
never gained the courage to admit anything to him. We would just move on
smiling and laughing. He went through a terrible break up, which I helped
him over come. We both confided in each other, and know about every single
thing there is to know about each other. We've had our fights, but always
found ways to get over them. We seemed perfect for each other, in every
way.
	"Hey Ryan, come on in." Brandon says with a smile when he opens the
door.
	I walk in, slipping off my shoes and looking around. I take a good
look at Brandon, who's wearing just jeans and a polo. Such a simple outfit,
but so sexy in every way. We begin to head upstairs to his room. We say
hello to his stepdad in his office, then close the door and plop on the bed
to just relax. We both lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to birds
and cars go by, just enjoy the relaxation and each others company. When we
slowly begin to sit up, we start talking. We sit in each others company,
just talking. We know that soon, a get together with friends is
expected. We talk and chat and listen to a bit of music before
leaving. Then, I learn a bit more about Brandon than I expected...

~To be Continued...~

Okay, first chapter was kinda boring. But you needed to learn who Brandon
was, and now you know! I'll continue the rest of the story if I get A LOT
OF COMMENTS!

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