Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 10:05:08 -0800 (PST)
From: KD D <kd_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: The sound of starting over-ch 2

The sound of Starting over- Ch.2

Warning this story contains underage sex of the same sex! So if it's not
legal where you are back out now! This story is completely fiction! All
characters are made up with made up names! They are not supposed to
represent anyone I know! Please do not copy or paste this story without my
permission! Thanks and enjoy!


	I make my way down to the kitchen to see what kind of food they
left for me, there was a note on my bedside table saying they let me sleep
that there would be food in the microwave, so I decided to take a quick
shower before eating so I just tossed on some briefs, not like anyone is up
the house is so damn silent.

	I make my way into the kitchen catching the corner of the counter
and I let out a hiss, I need to find a light.  I don't even know where
anything is in this fucking kitchen.  I follow the digital clock on the
stove hoping that there will be a vent light above it.

	My luck there is and flipping it on and the light flickers on.  I
read the clock again I didn't think it would be 2:30am.  I see the
microwave and sure enough there is a plate of food.  It looks like
lasagna. I hit the timer on it to warm it up.  I hop onto the counter to
wait for the timer to go off.

	I damn near have a heart attack as the main kitchen light comes
on. I jump a little as I see the other person in the room.  "Sorry didn't
mean to scare you." Chandler says grabbing a bottle water from the fridge.

	"Maybe you could warn someone next time, damn near gave me a heart
attack." I tell him.

	I watch as he walks to the stool and sit, "I didn't expect anyone
to be up at this hour." He says taking a drink.

	"Yeah well I was hungry." I tell him.

	I felt his eyes on me, kind of making me feel self-conscious of me
sitting on the counter in just my briefs.  Finally the microwave dings, and
I grab my food from it. I start looking at the drawers for a fork.  "third
one to your left." I hear him say.

	Sure enough that's where all the silverware was.  "Thanks." I
mumble.

	He is still looking directly at me, I could tell he didn't sleep
well he had dark circles underneath his glasses, he was wearing pajamas and
a tank top.  "Why are you up?" I ask, grabbing a bottle of water from the
fridge.

	He just shrugs, "couldn't sleep."
	I sit on the stool right next to him, I see his has shifted.  "So
you just wander the house and scare people?"

	"Why are you always such a dick?" he asks.

	I just smile at this, "It's what I am good at."

	"Figures." Is all he says.

	"What the hell does that mean?" I ask getting defensive.
	He just laughs, "Nothing you wouldn't understand."
	"Try me."

	"That you would say it's what I am good at, I dont know you, but I
know how lucky you are. You are going to have everything here.  An amazing
mother and step dad and two cool brothers, but I am sure you will take it
for granted, because that probably isn't good enough for Landon."
	His hostility takes me by surprise, "I know you spend more time
here than at your own house Chandler, but trust me don't feel threatened
I'm not trying to compete for whatever fucking attention that Hank and
Helen give you here since you obviously don't get it at your own house."

	I know I hit a soft spot because I saw him flinch, "Careful Landon
wouldn't want it to sound like you are jealous that they give me
attention."

	This leaves me speechless he takes another swig of his water, "I
can play your game too Landon."

	"Congratulations, then." I tell him.

	He shakes his head, "dude look I don't know what happened or why
you are here but you have a pretty great family that wants to accept you,
but your too damn hell bent on being such a fucking dick that you won't
give them the time of day. I have tried to be nice I think we could be
friends, but I see that you are too immature. So you want to be left alone
fine, I will stop trying to be nice and leave you alone.  One other thing
you don't know shit about my home life others aren't as fortunate as you
maybe you should take that into account and wash your dish when you're done
no one needs to be picking up after you." He says and walks away from me.

	I laugh was this kid serious?  I put away my dirty dishes into the
dishwasher and my conscious gets the best of me, I trail after him.  I know
he went up the stairs, I see a light on in a room so I assume it's him.

	I open the door slowly I don't want to risk knocking and waking the
whole damn house up.  I peek in and no one is in the room but there is a
huge window open.  I walk to it and look out and I see him sitting on the
roof.

	I climb out the window, and sit next to him.  "What are you doing
out here?" I ask.

	He just shrugs, "I could ask you the same thing."

	"Well I kind of felt like a dick, and wanted to say I am sorry."
	He laughs, "Wow maybe you are human after all."

	"Don't tell anyone I have a reputation to keep." I say smiling
bumping his shoulder.

	"Secret is safe with me." He says looking at me.

	I felt that his gaze lingered on me to long, I know I had to look
damn good sitting here in just my briefs hell I know my package was on
display as well, but I seriously doubt Chandler was gay, fuck I'm not even
gay.  But if by chance he was and he wanted to get me off I wouldn't mind I
haven't got my rocks off in a bit.

	"So why are you up here?" I ask again.

	"It's a good place to think." He says.

	"About what?"

	"Everything, and anything you can think of." He laughs at this.
	"You are a weird one." I tell him.

	"I get that a lot, but hey that's what makes me so interesting."
	I don't comment on it.  I wait for him to say something else but he
doesn't, I get it why this is his place to come and think about things, you
can see the whole neighborhood and all the lights it was pretty nice up
here.

	"Nervous to start school?" I hear him ask.
	"Not really looking forward to it, but hell maybe it will be cool
to know other people here.  Still kind of holding out that my father will
change his mind."

	"Do you think he will?"

	"No." I say and get up and tell him I am headed to bed.
	I climbed back into the window, and made my way back to "my room"
shutting the door I locked it.  I didn't want to be rude again, but
honestly I didn't want to talk about me having to move here. I lay back on
the bed I don't understand how the hell he got more out of me, than I did
him.  I wanted to know a little more about him, but that didn't happen.

	I aint going to hang myself up on it, I look around the room it
isn't as bad as I thought it would have been.  I run my hand over my abs
letting it slip up to my left nipple and I give it a gentle pinch.  I start
to feel myself get hard, and I lift my butt up so I can slide my briefs
off.

	My five and half inch prick hits my lower stomach, I spread my legs
out.  I run my hand through my closely trimmed pubes.  I take my hard dick
in my hand and give it a squeeze letting out a soft moan.  It won't take me
long to get off tonight it has been a long time since I came.  I start
pumping on my prick going faster and slower, to make the feeling as intense
as possible.  I bite my lip from the ecstasy I was feeling.

	I take my left hand gently tug on my sac, that was drawing closer
to my body.  I take my hand off my dick, not wanting to blow my load just
yet. But the toe curling sensation didn't want to leave so I place my hand
back on my dick, and continue to jerk off rapidly.

	I could feel it in my nut sack, and the pit of my stomach I let out
a loud moan and buck my hips up as the first three shots of cum hit my
chest, I keep jerking milking the rest of my cock, and spasm as my dick
gets sensitive. I release my dick, and lay my head back and take a deep
breath.  I look to my left at the side table there is a box of tissues.
This makes me chuckle cause someone has a sense of humor.

      I hear a knock at the door, I just grunt and turn over.  There is
another knock "Leave me alone!" I yell.

	The door opens; I still have my back to them.  "Sweetie come on get
up.  We are going to the mall." I hear my mom tell me.

	"I don't want to go." I mumble.

	"Well you have too.  Hank is gone, and Liam and Jake both at
practices so it's just You, Chandler and I.  So we are going to the mall I
know you need more clothes for school. "

	"Can't we go another day?"

	"No, so come on get up I will make some eggs." She says finally
leaving my room.

	I grumble some more and get up and pad my way to the bathroom to
relieve this piss hard on.  It is the most difficult challenge to piss when
you have a hard on.  I finish up and flush the toilet.  I splash water on
my face and make my way to my closet.

	Helen might be right I do need more clothes my father didn't pack
half of my shit. I pick out the jeans that have a shredded leg and hole in
the knee.  My favorite pair I am surprised my father even packed them he
hated when I wore them.

	I slip my briefs on and the jeans, I had to look for my belt,
because these jeans hung really low on my waist. I cannot tell you how many
times these jeans got me laid.  I pick out a light baby blue polo and throw
it on with some deodorant.

	I slide on my vans and grab my hat putting it on backwards. I flip
the light off shutting my door.  I walk into the kitchen and Chandler is
eating a plate of eggs. I glance over at him he has on cargo shorts and a
black shirt and some vans that slip on similar to mine.  "How do you like
your eggs?" My mom asks.

	"I don't like eggs. I do like coffee though." I tell her.

	"Well you already missed the coffee so I can cook up something
else?"

	"Im good." I tell her sitting next to chandler at the bar.
	"Back to being emotionless?" he asks.

	"Better than acting like a pussy." I tell him.

	"Landon language!" my mom says.

	"Sorry Helen." I tell her and smirk at Chandler.

	I can see ser tense up that I don't call her mom.  Honestly I feel
that she lost that name a long time ago when she left me and never came
back.  "Guess our talk had no effect on you at all." Chandler whispers.
	"I have no idea what you are talking about." I tell him.

	He gets up and washes his plate off and thanks Helen. "You ready to
go?" she asks looking at me.

	"Since I can't stay here I guess I am."

	I get up and she looks me over, "Those jeans need to be thrown
out."

	"Not a chance of that happening." I tell her.

	She just shakes her head. I follow her and Chandler out into the
garage and into my mom's car.

	I wished I had my phone right now; I could at least keep in touch
with my friends. Fuck this sucked, if I was back at home I could be making
money or getting high.  Instead I am in this bullshit situation that sucks.
"So would you want to get frozen yogurt after the mall?" My mom asks.

	"I'm not ten...oh wait you wouldn't know what I like when I was ten
you took off." I tell her.

	"That sounds good Mrs. G." Chandler chimes in.

	I roll my eyes and I can fell his eyes on me.  "Of course it sounds
good to you." I tell remark.

	"It's on then Chandler, whether or not my ungrateful son wants to
join us is up to him."

	I don't comment on this, so she has some sarcasm, I just keep
looking out of the window as them two start chatting about random things.
I do start paying attention when she mentions Chandler's Sister.

	"Is she still with that Luis guy?" My mom asks.

	"Yeah she doesn't want to leave him..."

	"I'm sorry sweetie like I said the house is always open for
you. You still have the spare key right?"

	"Yes Ma'am and thank you. I haven't really seen her in the last
week she hasn't been home."

	"Not at all?"

	"No Ma'am not at all, that's why I kind of came to hang out at the
house this weekend."

	"Sweetie you are welcome anytime, you do realize it's supposed to
get cold here next week, do you have warmer clothes?"

	"I will be ok." He says.

	"This weather sucks dick, it's hot now but supposed to be cold next
week?" I say.

	"Welcome to Florida in the winter." Chandler chimes in.

	I roll my eyes, "Yeah well Florida sucks ass."

	"LANDON! I will not tell you again about your language!" My mom
yells.

	I just smirk, "Look we are all old enough Jake isn't around."

	"It's out of respect for your mother." Chandler chimes in.
	I don't even say anything to him, only because my mother will agree
with him. I know when to pick my battles and when to let shit go, and this
was one of those things to let go.

	We get to the mall, and my mom steers us into American Eagle.  My
mom tells me to pick out 3 pairs of shorts and 2 jeans.  I don't argue,
fuck it she wants to spend money might as well take advantage of it.

	I am browsing the jeans I can't decide what ones I want, I like the
slim fight but hate the skinny ones, I like the kind I have on as well.
One of the employees walks over to me and picks up a pair.  "These will
look fantastic on you." She says smiling.

	I take them from her, and smile.  "You think?"

	"Oh yeah, you have the body for them." She flirts back.

	"You interested then?" I say smirking.

	This causes her to blush, "it's possible."

	"I like those who put up a little chase."

	She blushes some more. "You should try them on."

	"You should come in the changing room with me I might have a
problem getting these jeans off." I say.

	As she is about to reply my mom walks up, "Hello Kelsey. I see you
have met my 15 year old son Landon."

	"Hey, Mrs. Greenfield. Yeah I was just suggesting some jeans for
him." Kelsey says backing off a lot.

	I mentally cuss Helen out. "Yeah I think I will get them."

	"How is Liam?" Kelsey asks my mom.

	"He is good, well Kelsey we have to get going more shopping to get
done.  Just because you and Liam broke up doesn't mean you have to be a
ghost I miss having a girl around the house."

	"I will stop by sometime soon." She says and you can tell she looks
uncomfortable.

	"You definitely should." I say smiling .
	My mom takes the clothes from me, and two hoodies, and two other
pair of jeans. I figured she must be buying Chandler some clothes. I toss
her a hoodies as well.

	"You know Kelsey won't flirt with you now." Chandler tells me
coming up from behind me.

	"Why not I had her thinking about going into the changing room." I
tell him smirking.

	"Dude she is almost eighteen, and your brothers ex."
	"Step-brother.  Dude she is hot I want to hit that, and besides she
couldn't resist me."

	He just shakes his head. "Hey look I can get you a girl you just
can't be all innocent acting dude." I tell him.

	He blushes, "No I am good thanks."

	"Your loss but I suggest you get laid." I tell him.

	"You have?" he asks.

	"He has what?" my mom walks back over carrying bags giving one to
Chandler and to me.

	"Rode a horse, he was asking how life was in Texas." I tell her
giving him a look.

	"Oh you have rode a horse before I didn't know that Landon." She
says, I swear she looks like she won something learning this from me.

	"Yeah lots of times a few time bareback but I don't really suggest
that." I say looking at Chandler knowing he knows what I am really talking
about.

	"I am sure that makes you sore." My mom says clueless to what I am
really talking about.

	We go to a few more stores, and she made me get more clothes. After
a few more hours and a trip to the car we are done.  I hate shopping and
don't want to do this anymore.  "Sorry boys I have to run back in and get
one more thing you both can wait in the car." My mom says handing Chandler
the keys.

	We both get in and don't say anything to each other at first.
"Don't get mad, but why do you treat your mom like shit?" he asks.

	"Tell me about your family first and I will tell you about mine,
cause my mom isn't some saint." I tell him.

	He doesn't say anything so the silence resumes between us.  My mom
comes back to the car, and hands me a white bag. "Here you go sweetie."

	I open it and it's a new I-phone 5s.  "Thanks." I say not sure what
to actually say I wasn't expecting this.

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That is the end of chapter two I hope you have all been enjoying it so
much! Next chapter will be set in Chandler's POV that way we can get a well
rounded view on him. What do you guys think of Landon, and Chandler?