Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 14:43:00 +0000
From: Fiction Stories <fictionstories@live.co.uk>
Subject: These eyes of mine

This story is a work of fiction.
Any similarities to events or people are completely coincidental. This story
will contain profanities and gay sexual acts between teenage characters.This
story is intended for a mature audience. If you find this type of story
offensive or if you are under 18 years of age, or under the legal age to view
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Chapter 1: The accident that started it all


Accidents, we never know when the universe springs one on us. Sometimes
they turn the tides of fate to our favor like when you spill your coffee on
a stranger then you notice that said stranger is the hottest piece of man
meat that you have ever seen , or to our dismay when it only makes matters
worse for your complicated life like when you finally get the courage to
hit on that man meat only to find out that he is an out-loud and
proud... homophobe. Accidents are a natural phenomenon that we take for
granted. Small or big, they will always make significant effect in our
lives.


The car drive to Westerlake, California was boring. Usually our car trips
are a way for me take in the scenery of the new place that we move to. Ever
since I can remember my mother and I have been moving city to city, town to
town. Because when my mother decides it's time to pack, it's time to
pack. Now don't get us wrong, we're not poor or anything that we have to
keep moving to keep away from loan sharks nor are we so rich that we simply
get bored at staying in one place, seeing the same people everyday, going
to the same school everyday, doing the same work everyday. No we are
nothing like that. Our constant travelling has always been due to the fact
that wherever we go misfortune always follows. Now when I say misfortune I
don't mean any spooky supernatural crap but sort of.. God's way of making
life interesting misfortune.


My mom had always dreamed of setting off into the world fresh out of law
school but one drunken night she and a fellow law graduate had a little
... details are not required for this part. So lo and behold that's when I
came into the picture. My mom was forced to stay put in that miserable town
that she grew up in to care for me. She and my "father" then got
married. It wasn't until three years later when they figured out that they
weren't in love so they got a divorce.

Mother dearest couldn't take it anymore so we moved to another town where I
grew up into my middle toddler years. Life was good there I guess and it
certainly felt like home to us. I had gained a few friends and my mom had
become quite a popular member of group of housewives on the street. But my
mother said that something was missing. I was oblivious to adult affairs at
the time so I just went along with my mothers decision unaware that it was
really because her company had been sued for something my mother did so we
hi-tailed it out of there. All I can say about that situation is that my
mom can sometimes forget to think first before she speaks.


My third home city was quite an interesting experience. My mom had actually
married. For a while I really thought that it would work and we would stay
in that city for a long time. Two years into the marriage we find out that
mom's husband has been sleeping with his golf buddy. No his golf buddy
wasn't a man.  It was actually a woman. It wasn't really like we would have
seen it coming.  Who knew the Alex that he was always talking about was
only short for Alexandra? At the time my mom was all tears and crap about
it but now we sort of laugh about the whole situation now that we think how
stupid it was. That and we did manage to mooch some very sweet moolah in
the divorce proceedings.  And before you jump to conclusions if you think
about it, the guy did deserve it and I sure as hell don't regret
it. Especially not when I can enjoy that moolah on an Ivy League College
(of my choice). Did I mention that that guy was extremely loaded? My mom
did not marry him for money... or did she? Hard to tell with my mother.


The fourth and by far the quickest home I have stayed in is really where
things get really weird and interesting. There was really nothing special
about that place but after that freak accident life hasn't been easy. I was
sixteen at the time. I remember that day fairly well. I had just gotten off
school to go home. I was driving.  As I drove through that town passing by
the local park which was at the center of the town, the local cinema where
I always hung out with my friends, the large white marble town hall and the
local clinic I suddenly realized that in the short two months of our
staying here I could have gotten used to that place.I thought that if I had
to stay in that place for the rest of my teenage life until I had to go to
college I could be happy. Then BAM! I collided with another vehicle that
had straddled my part of the road. Contrary to my mother's belief It wasn't
all his fault, I could've avoided his car had I paid more attention. The
front side of my car hit his side and my car was sent spinning into a small
clothing boutique. Luckily no one was inside the store at the time. Me?
not so lucky. An overhead air conditioning thing fell on top of my
windscreen and broke the glass. At the same time my car collided into a
pillar which stopped the car. This then threw me forward. And with eyes
open the falling glass pierced through my retina. The pain was
excruciating. Never again can I sarcastically say "I'd rather stick glass
in my eyes". I passed out from the pain.


Later in hospital when I had regained consciousness my doctor said that I
would never be able to see in both eyes again. So there we were my mother
bawling her eyes out. Me... well I couldn't cry and instead had produced
angry tearless cries of pain. Then things got weirder. In that afternoon a
woman had been announced brain dead. She was an organ donor. My doctor ran
some tests and it all looked positive. So I had been prepped up for surgery
and was set for a cornea transplant. The guy that hit me actually came into
my room before my operation. My mother told me later that he was relatively
unscathed in the accident, Lucky bastard. He expressed his genuine and
heartfelt apologies to us. It seemed like that guy really wasn't that bad
at all. From what I could tell from his voice he was sort of middle-aged, I
guess around his forties. My mother said she thought so too from the way
that he looked. He said that he wouldn't blame us for pressing charges and
that the least he could do was pay for all the hospitalization and
rehabilitation afterwards. My mom was really giving hell to the guy. But I
thought that he really was just a nice person who had just made simple
mistake and as I had said earlier it wasn't entirely his fault. So I said
that we wouldn't press charges.

So here we are. Driving to Westerlake City to start a new life.. again.


"Maybe when we get there you can finally get a boyfriend?" she says
casually like it was no big deal at all. To this day I still can't believe
she's okay with me being gay. When I came out to her when I was fifteen she
simply replied "So?". This was followed by a blank stare of disbelief from
me.


"Oh god. Stop mom it's weird. You're not supposed to be the one encouraging
me. Aren't you supposed to be the one to say boyfriend later studies
first." I replied.


"Well Ty - (Ty is short for Taylor) - You of all people should be well used
to the fact that in this world shit happens. And when it does, I just don't
want you to be alone okay?"  She smiled. My mom is pretty. I don't mean
that in a sexual way. Ew. She has long chestnut brown hair and deep
chocolate eyes. She's quite in shape for a woman in her forties and looks
quite younger as she has no wrinkles or anything. Maybe it's because it's
she's also a health fanatic.


"Mom. Stop." I say scratching my eyes. I still had bandages covering my
eyes. Mother had suggested that the first thing I should see when I get my
eyesight back should be our new home, and somehow this excludes the time
the doctor tested if my new eyes were working or not.


I have never had a boyfriend in my life. It's not like I'm afraid. There
are times when I see a really hot looking guy and fantasize about ramming
my face between the cheeks of his hot bubble but. The only thing that I
have ever done that's any way sexual is my nightly hotdog massage from good
ol' righty. At this point I'm actually desperate. I'm not bad looking if
that's what your thinking. Blonde hair, blue eyes (before the accident),
toned body from swimming and an impressive seven inch dick (not that
anybody would see it, mind you.) My mom's health fanaticism rubbed of on
me. However my gaydar is pretty much non-existent. So no boyfriend for me.

I felt the car stop.  "Finally, I can stretch out my legs now." I said
happily.


"We're not there yet honey.  We're lost. I'm just gonna ask this young man
for directions." My mom does not have a good sense of direction. I then
heard the automatic window going down on my side.


"Excuse me, Hey you!"  she yelled. "Hi, would you be so kind as to tell me
how to get to Greenedge Drive?" My mom asked nicely. Trying to make up for
the fact that she had just shouted at him.


"Sure, Right down this street there's a fork on the road you take the left,
then it's the next left after the traffic lights. I was just heading there
myself actually" this came from what I could tell was an upbeat teenage
male voice around my age.


"Oh then, why don't you climb in for a lift then. Taylor honey could you
sit back I can't see the boy." I silently cursed my mother for making this
situation awkward for me. She's only offering a ride because she's going to
forget the directions the guy just said.


"Hey there" the guy said addressing me.. I think.


"Hi" I said. Well this is awkward. I heard him walk around to the back side
door on my side and he came in.


"So which way do we go again?" my mom asked trying to sound non-chalant. I
quietly laughed to myself.


The guy gave her the directions again. "So I take it you guys are new
here. You're the ones who're moving in to that house in the drive I'm
guessing? I'm Jared by the way" Jared said.


"Well I don't know which house that is but yes we are moving into Greenedge
Drive" my mom said.


"Hey mom did u get my jeep delivered to the new house?" I asked trying to
get a part in their conversation.


"Wait, you drive?"  Jared asked be-wildered. Then realizing what he had
just said. He quickly apologized. "Oh sorry man. It's not any of my
business you don't have to answer that." he said quietly.


"It's okay dude really. I'm not blind.. anymore. I had a cornea
transplant." I said trying to quell his embarrassment.


"That's great ummm.. Taylor I'm happy for you" he said still embarrassed.


"We're here" my mom interrupted.


My mom parked on I presumed our driveway. I opened my door and enjoyed the
gentle warm cool breeze that blew on that summer's day. Deciding that now
was the time to take the bandages off I pulled of the soft cotton material
that had been wrapped around my eyes.  Stupidly I had also decided to walk
towards what I hoped was the direction of the house. I tried to take
another step with my right foot as I unveiled my eyes when it met something
hard, must've been a rock or something. I was thrown off balance and was
sent careening to the ground. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around my
chest and abdomen momentarily stopping my descent. It was then that I could
tell that it was Jared because of his cologne. Nice smell.  The momentary
stop then stopped when he underestimated my weight (while I was by no means
fat, I was also not that light; I had some muscle in me you know) and we
were both falling towards the ground.


I fell face first into the grassy lawn and I felt Jared fall right along
beside me. I looked towards my side. I opened my eyes. The bandage must've
fallen off because of the incredible sight that was in front of me. There
was Jared. He was a beautiful sight indeed.  Sandy blonde hair, amazingly
green eyes that when I looked into them I thought I was lost in some deep,
lush jungle of green, perfect luscious lips, quite a muscly body but not
too muscly (just the way I like 'em) and a healthy tan from the famous
californian sun that made him look like an Abercrombie model. I noticed
that he had on a t-shirt and some running pants. He had been jogging. I
would've creamed my jeans right then and there, were we in a more
comfortable setting. I was not expecting to see this beautiful specimen to
be the first thing that I saw when I got my sight back.


"Whoa.." I said completely dumbfounded.


"Wow.." He said at the same time. I noticed that he was staring right into
my eyes. His eyes wide with awe? I then felt self-conscious. What's wrong
with my eyes? It must be really bad for him to react like that. We both
noticed that during our fall and the little staring competition we had, he
kept his arms around me. So we quickly pulled apart and stood up. I hadn't
noticed that my mom had gone into the house during our little incident. She
came back out looking surprised that my t-shirt was covered with green from
the grass. Then she had that knowing look in her eyes that told me she knew
something was going on.


"Thanks for the help Jared," she smiled "Can I ask you another favor
though? You see, well I see Taylor took of the bandages. It's the first
time he can see normally and it's been a while. Maybe you could come back
later and help him set up his room? You can have dinner at ours afterwards
as repayment" she asked smiling that knowing smile.



"Sure Mrs. umm..." he began.


"Hemsworth" I said. He looked at me. I looked away. He was just too
gorgeous.


"Yeah, I'll come by later Mrs. Hemsworth." Jared said.


"Thank you" my mom said as she turned to go inside.


"I guess I'll see you later then Taylor" he said again staring intently
into my eyes.


"Um... Call me Ty" I said. I must've turned ten shades of red. "Later man."


He walked away as I walked towards our front door. When I reached the front
door I looked around he was standing at the door of the house next door to
ours smiling at me. How interesting, we're neighbors. I smiled at him and
then went inside. I closed the door behind me and just stood there for a
while my back against the door.  I'm in love...


***** Author's Note *****


Hey guys!
 So I've been reading a lot of Nifty stories for a good long while now and
have been thinking of writing a story. So here it is my own thought up
story. I have no idea what came over me to actually start writing but I
find it incredibly fun to do.  Except the time when halfway through this
chapter I stupidly closed down my browser without saving it and then I
ended up losing a huge chunk of material I had written. I was beyond pissed
off. This idea really is just an impulse decision. I only started now since
it's summer and I have a lot of free time in my hands. So hopefully I'll be
able to get new chapters as quickly as possible if you like it.


Now that I'm writing a story I kinda realize just how important it is to
receive comments. Sort of makes me feel guilty about not writing to some
authors who's stories I've read. It's nice to know when your work is being
appreciated you know? And hopefully ya'll won't flame me too bad! If
there's anyone out there that is free to edit this story you are more than
welcome to. Just e-mail me at fictionstories@live.co.uk


P.S. I get amused easily so don't expect too much. Haha ;)