Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 20:29:29 -0700
From: R Caldwell <rcaldwell290@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding Fortune(gay/young-friends) Chapter 1

*Finding Fortune*

Disclaimer:

*Warning:* this story contains *sexual content*, contact between young
boys, and other themes that may offend. If the subject matter offends you,
is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then
find something else to read. In the following story all names and events
are completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location,
place, or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is
completely unintentional.


*P.S.* I am a teenager trying my first at writing and I know you all expect
perfection on here but there is only so much I can do. If u want to talk
about my ideas or spitball stuff u think can improve the story or if your
willing to help me with grammatical corrections shoot me a email which is
located on the bottom of the story. Otherwise cut me some slack guys/gals
cause I am not a perfectionist this was an Idea spawned on a paddleboard
about a 1/4 mile off the Californian coast hope you all enjoy ;-).


This Chapter Contains No Sexual Parts...


Chapter 1:

            I woke up just like any other day. The sun from my window
beaming on my naked chest outlining those Pecs and Abs I have been working
so hard on. I threw off my covers and started to get ready for my day. I
was missing that refreshed feeling that comes with summers day of sleeping
in. I went through my mental checklist. Am I in the right room, Check. Do I
have everything I need for the day all ready and packed?, Check. Can I get
through the day without breaking down?, Maybe. Time to get up. I stretched
out arms above my head and looked to the ceiling. Then back to the floor
extending my arms to stretch out my lower back. God didn't that feel
amazing.



I knew that the first day at a new school would be hard but if I didn't go
mum would have a fit. So I grabbed some red cotton skinny's and a black
tank top, because I knew it would be a warm early august Californian day. I
took the clothing to the bathroom. Dropped them on the vanity so I could
have my hands free to relive my morning boner. As the piss started to
drizzle out I let myself go for about 1 minutes before it dwindled out and
I stripped down. Grabbing some deodorant and my hair styling gel I went
through my morning routine.



I rinsed my hair in the sink, straightened the hair out with a comb then
ran styling gel through it, spiked up the front and let the rest be
allowing for it to retain its thickness as it dried. Then I lathered my
pits up with some of the deodorant and grabbed some cologne my mom bought
me for last Christmas something named like Nautica Blue it smelled like
vodka with some orange accents, spraying on each of my shoulders and
rubbing it in for good measure. Lastly I took a swig of mouthwash and put
on my Jeans and shirt, zipping up my hoodie I returned to my room. I
grabbed my Vans and my pack and looked into the mirror on my door.



"Not bad" I thought I could probably be getting some babes with the new
body I was sporting. I think of myself as a little over average 12 year old
guy. Jet black hair slight curls of the ends of the hair, light green eyes,
and the body of a martial artists to boot. My confidence may be better than
last year because of all the extra hours I have been putting in at the new
Dojo mom signed me up for. I was feeling good which was something I had not
felt in a long while.



"ALEX!!!" I heard from the bottom of the stairs. A voice I was only so
familiar with. "Coming mum" I screamed back. I hustled my way down the
stairs bumping Jackson on the way. Jackson looks like a smaller me except
he has straight black hair and his eyes are a sort of like darkish
blue."Hey watch it!" Jackson said as I burst past him to get to breakfast.
I apologized and stopped him holding his shoulders I said, "I am very sorry
I am just excited for this new day at this new school you know I love you
right?"."Of course and I love u to sometimes we fight sure but I think we
are better than a lot of families with how we treat each other." Mom
screamed up at us again, "Come on slow pokes you don't want to be late for
your first day, plus your breakfast is getting cold." With that we ran like
bullets fired from a gun streaking down the stairs into the kitchen to see
what was our first day feast.



Mum had gone all out on us. She had apple sausage, veggie, and bacon
omelets on plates with a mixed assortment of cantaloupe and some fresh
apple juice for us to wash it all down with. Both me and Jacky were beaming
with delight."Thanks mum" we both said in unison. With that the team of
trouble scarfed down that delicious food in minutes and we were stuffed. I
admire my mother she got her culinary degree at a great college and has
been cooking amazing food for us since forever.


She is surprising not similar in looks to me and Jacky. She had flaming red
hair and green eyes like mine, but she has not lost her beauty, she still
looks fairly young and if she wanted, she could have almost any guy out
there for a date but of course after our recent bouts of misfortune we
haven't had much in the way of men around the home or of her dating around
at all with the new house and all.


"Okay boys hope u liked the little feast I put together for you now why
don't you finish getting ready for school and head out." "okay mum" we
responded, and with that we grabbed our packs and lunches and headed out to
walk to the nearby primary school.


Once we left the house and closed the door I had a crazed little brother
holding my hand and sharing about how excited he is with joining a new
school. I admire the tyke me and him are good together and I can tell he
looks up to me. Me and him look fairly similar but he had deep blue eyes in
contrast to my green ones.


            I got to hear all about his worries and interests with the
first day. His fears of rejection of his peers. Very much similar to mine.
I heard of how he thought he would make friends. If he would find someone
like Paul(his friend back in Pismo). I know we had similar worries but I
attempted to put his to rest and said I would help out any way I could in
assisting him to make some new friends. All I could think about is the
first impression I would make at this school if I would be branded some
lower class, or if I could make it with the popular kids which would pay
off in the long run. After about 5 minutes of walking we arrived at the
school. Then I knew it would be time to face my fears and the only thing I
could do was hope I could make it with this new crowd.

"Jacky lets go find your classroom." We walked in and asked a attendant
where his room was and she directed us to a short corridor and told us it
was the third room to the right. I found it we walked in. He immediately
was invited to join a few boys playing a game in the corner.


            I walked over and introduced myself to his Teacher Mrs.
Wallflower she was a middle aged woman only a little taller than me with
slightly graying hair and these deep brown eyes. She had a soft voice and a
calm demeanor and  told me that Jacky would be fine in this class he was
already settling in with a good group of boys to play with some blocks used
for their mathematics games in the corner.


            I was proud with him to of connected so quickly in this new
environment and to be able to adapt and connect socially with all these new
people.

I went to find my room and stumbled on a girl a little older than me who
helped my mother move in. She directed me to the right room. I walked in
there were only a few kids there so far. I tried to introduce myself but
when I walked up they were deep in a conversation of who likes who and who
had sex with who over the summer so I took a step back and waited for a
opening in the conversation.


As I looked around I was able to see the teacher, a younger looking man was
sitting at his desk at the front of the room engrossed in some papers. I
sat down at the desk and surveyed the room. Scouting for potential friends
or fellow martial artists. Everyone seem to be grouped up and there was a
sort of cliquish environment. The group I had surveyed earlier was sitting
and started talking about the new teacher so I jumped in, "I my name is
Alex I am new." "Well well who do we have here", said a boy a little
shorter than me seemingly of Asian descent, I responded with, "well I am
Alex and I am just trying to talk to some new people because I don't know
anyone here yet."


So I just sat and waited, class started and we went through the boring
introduction to rules which no one would follow and conducts no one would
listen to. All the kids around me chatted about their summers, where they
went, what they did. It made me sad I left all my old friends back in
Pismo. The dull progression of class seemed to be never ending. Finally the
bell rang for our morning break.


When I went out to the main quad I saw Jackson chatting away with some new
friends and I felt happy for him he was able to get some buddies so
quickly. I know he was devastated by what happened with dad and why we had
to move.


That's when I looked across the quad to see one boy. around my age, sitting
all alone. I felt a empathetic connection just then. I could feel pain,
pain I had felt before and I was drawn to him. The lonely blonde boy in the
purple hoodie.


I approached him quietly as I could pulling on the skills I learned over
years of honed combat training in the Dojo in Pismo to my current training
abode. As I walked up he seemed to jump and out of nowhere look right at
me, into my eyes and my soul. This second frozen in time was the most
amazing moment I have had in my short 12 years.


Of course he chose this moment to talk," Hi my name is Grayson what are you
doing over here you don't want to ruin your rep when you just got here..."
I was surprised at that statement, what could he mean that would be so bad
with me simply talking to him." Well I am Alex and I don't care about what
other people think but I am just looking to make new friends, I saw you
from across the quad and thought I would walk over and talk to you."


"Well Alex I know your new I didn't see you last year, where are you from?"
I responded "Pismo Beach man it was nice out there and now around here its
different, a bit colder." We seemed to keep staring at each other's eyes
and couldn't stop, a ball came flying out of nowhere aimed right for
Grayson's head.

I quickly jumped foreword and executed a roundhouse kick around his head to
redirect the ball back to its owners.


The short Asian boy who had confronted me in class. "Hey dumb-a$$ why did
you do that I aimed for baby bitch for a reason not to have you just thump
it away." I was stunned how could that be on purpose and not an accident,
it was this moment I decided to defend this boy and make him my friend to
screw the school reputation I had hoped for a find a true ally in Grayson.
"Fuck off mate I am not going to let you screw with him anymore now that I
am here so find someone else your own size."


At the mention of my protection of Grayson the bully and his followers
slinked away in shame for the time being. "Thanks for protecting me like
you did Alex but understand now you're in it deep with me, so friends?" He
held out his hand to me as a sort of pact of understanding between newly
found friends. I took it and shook it hard, "Friends" I said, putting more
meaning into that word then I had ever put into it before.


-Where is this friendship going to go?-
-What Happened to Alex & Jackson's Dad?-
-Why is little cute Grayson getting bullied in school?-
*Stay Tuned for the Next Chapter of Finding Fortune to Find out.*


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