Luiz

December, 12th, 2008, Friday. Well this’s been a different week, I mean, I’ve been having lunch with Chris – yeah, the guy I punched in the face and whose nose I made bleed – yeah, the guy who I used to see just as a big bully… Well, it all started when Mrs. Green made us pair to finish our science project. No, no, actually it started before that, when she first made us choose which model project we would make and competitive Chris wanted to make MY volcano – maybe he’s not the only c

December, 8th, 2008 Well, that Monday classes were specially boring, but things were cool at home, at least, and guess what, I had lunch with Peter… aaah, Peter, with that blond hair, straight enough to blow with the wind… yeah, Chris, and you should mark those words… straight and blow are words that are good together only when it comes to hair stuff… How-ever, Peter was so beautiful and… er… I guess I had a decent conversation with him for the first time. I mean, he’s blond, blue-eyed

Thank you very much for er... reading all of it so fast lol. Thanks for your positive feedback. That's what makes me not to give up on writing when things are hectic. Hugs!

December, 5th, 2008, Friday. “Hey, honey, Pete is just an average teenager, it’s normal they fight here and there” dad was saying – yeah, that was me sneaking on dad and mom talking… they thought I was already in my room to bedtime. “I don’t think this is OK. And he’s gonna keep grounded… I mean he’s a good kid and it breaks my heart when I ‘read’ in his forehead ‘mom, can I come over to Nick’s’ or ‘can Nick come over’… but I keep a straight face, you know, we’re parents,

December, 5th, 2008 Thank god Friday! Well, what a hectic week and with a blast of emotion, but this time – mostly – good ones I guess. That day, Mr. Thompson was calling one by one the guys who made it to the team to go to his office so he could fill some forms for the next season, I guess. Well, that was really fast, like five minutes each, nothing like the half an hour I used to spend in his office… “Christian Dubois.” he called, just as Derek was back, with his head close to the class doo

December, 4th, 2008 You know, so many things, my nose barely hurt, my ribs, barely hurt, my pride and my heart, maybe a little, but still, I was ‘anesthetized’ for all those feelings… for example, Mr. Thompson, maybe only in my wildest dreams I would think of seeing his ‘shaft’, wow, I still feel the hots when I recall that, but… idk, it feels wrong somehow he being ‘older’… whatever. Besides, yesterday, when I went to his office *sigh* *blush* *glggle* he looked down and was about to say some

December, 3rd, 2008, Wednesday “Is it ‘normal’ to feel like I feel, is it only a ‘phase’, will it pass, what if I try a girl and ‘it’ doesn’t ‘work’… phew, we don’t learn that at school regular classes about sexual ed…” I was lost in my thoughts during class “and what about the result of the tryouts for the football team… I should talk to Mr. Thompson.” Well, I couldn’t talk about it to dad and that was killing me. Yes, that’s it, go talking to Mr. Thompson, after all, as he is the coach and h

November, 30th, 2008, Sunday. Thanksgiving kinda sucked as dad forgot it, can you believe?! Despite that, I settled the ornaments on our Christmas tree. One could believe dad was terribly sorry and went talking to me first thing in the morning, but the old man has a lot of pride and it just wouldn’t be like that… So that, as you can expect, the rest of the holiday was really boring. I mostly got home lying from one couch to the other. Sunday, after lunch – after eating something as we didn’t

November, 25th, 2008 There’s this kid, Peter. If I was in other, previous, times, I’d say I have this admiration for him. I mean, the football team, gosh, they could be in a Dolce & Gabbana ad, very hunky… but they only said and did a lot of shit, true to be said. On the other hand, kids like Peter… he has this slim beauty… I mean, the players can be gorgeous hot but I could picture some of them fat and with a horrible work a few years from now… but Peter, no, he’s slim, erotically hot, yo

November, 10th, 2008 Dad and I had an argument… well, actually dad fought me for… nothing. What hurts the most is not a bruise or two, but the humiliation I guess. That associated with the fact that I can’t be angry at him because he has a big burden to carry… he’s not taking the situation very well for some time. I gotta be there for him. I love dad, you know, but I also can’t say that. I mean, I don’t wanna let him down and it’s kinda obvious he expects me to ‘man up’, like, to get to know h

Hi, thanks for your faithful and current reviews. It's refreshing. You and all the people who help me with reviews.. if you like the characters, please, feel like you yourself are also helping to build them as I take into consideration all you say. When I started the other story I already had the intention of writing this one too. My goal was to be subtle enough not to be so evident they're related and, at the same time, make it good enough like if a person wants to read only this one and not the other, it 'holds itself together by itself'. Your comment is very positive about it, so it makes me glad. Thank you. Hugs if I may Luiz

November, 7th, 2008, Friday. So, basically this is it, at school I guess I’m playing ‘cool’, even pop, pretty nice, but at home it’s same old me, worried about studying, worried about having dinner set for dad when he arrives home… you know, he deserves, he ‘keeps it up’, house, the enterprise, the office, life in general, all alone. And I can’t complain about not being fortunate. I’m a very lucky one. After all, every morning, I can go to school with my walkman, my last trend sneakers, my fad

November, 6th, 2008. You know, I’ve been thinking about my life… life in general… how lucky I am, how to keep it going, what should I do to get things I want… In my former school, before changing schools, I did as mom told me, you know, to be polite with everyone, the teachers, your mates, get away from trouble, keep good grades, make her proud. Back then, I was skinny, used to use retainers and was kind of shy – well, I’d say I still am for one or two things… maybe the most important of them

Thanks for reading and commenting of mine here as well. This is my try.. as I got the suggestion on a post about a complex character. Chris, actually, since the beginning is my favorite character. It's just because, of course, I know what happens next. For a complex character (a bad one who turns into a good one) to be good, the bad he is the good he is going to get. If I can ask this much, give me some credit and you're gonna like him too! No he's not just the antihero to make the other story interesting.. this is about him and he has the greatest heart of all... he just has to win the quest about finding it Maybe it was a little too much but the intention is exactly to make you not like him at first and want for him to change... that'll sure happen (I mean... I don't have much more of this impression to write... now comes the good part.. I couldn't keep up with a main character like this). Thanks for you comment... that is perfect to let me know 'the temperature' of the story... now let's write more to move on from this first impression, right? =D

November, 5th, 2008 There was this hunk guy, like Trevor, but stronger, blond like Bruce, but blonder and he was in a smoky place. He was naked and I guess he was aroused. Other than that, he had piercing blue eyes, but had that intense look, strong jaw, bulging biceps… what else… ah, very flat abs, very broad shoulders, very well-built chest… for whatever reason he was wearing nothing but had black boots… he was aroused but there was no girl close to him… and he was coming in my direction. He

“Did you hear about the tryouts?” The guys were standing in a kind of a circle, in front of school, as usual every morning. Everybody was in their red and white football team jackets… these were from last season.. new seasons is coming, new jackets… everybody wants to make it on the tryouts. “Yeah, it’s only three weeks from now.” Derek said. “I’m already working out everyday to be in shape, you know?” Bruce complemented. “Hey, Linda, Ashley.” Derek waved all smiles when the girls were passin

Chris is a troublemaker in highschool. But love changes everything, doesn't it?

November, 29th, 2008, Saturday. “Let’s sit on the porch, my dad’s already coming.” Nick said. We were sitting on the porch, watching the sunset, and that was a Thanksgiving. The first of many, I hope… I mean ‘was’ because – as expected – Nick’s mom didn’t let him stay all the weekend, because of the ‘politeness stuff’. “I wish we could hold hands like everybody else.” Nick said with a bashful look and brushed his knee against mine as we were sitting on the step, by the door. “Here.” I said a

Hi, Sorry I didn't reply before.. I tried twice while I was at the gym BUT my cell phone didn't seem to follow lol... don't think I'm taking it for granted as a faithful commenter as you are =D I'll find the time to write and you won't have to wait much =D THANKS AGAIN HUGS!

Hi, Thanks for the kind comment... well, *I* for instance would love to wake up like that lol. Sorry I didn't reply before.. I tried twice while I was at the gym BUT my cell phone didn't seem to follow lol... don't think I'm taking it for granted as a faithful commenter as you are =D Thank you again.. and yeah, I guess it's time for us to have problems.. more than one to the story course.. otherwise it's gonna be boring and no one's gonna read lol HUGS!

Guess what?! Mom let Nick sleep over and guess what again, his mother let him sleep at my place too! So, it was all set… well except for the lube, maybe… *blush* As it was holiday, we played video games till late at night and mom didn’t say anything. As a teenager I would say there’s nothing better than playing video games until *you* get tired of playing and not because an adult told you to stop, and waking up for lunch next day… but now that er… I found love – wow, that sounds forceful – well

November, 27th, 2008. That morning, I was awake by a very nice and hot mouth on my shaft! As I barely opened my eyes I was blinded by the first sunrays through the window and as the amazing sensations rushed through by body. I looked down and Nick was smiling… well, kind of, with his eyes… as his mouth was busy. He took the hair out of his face and then started tracing a line on my abs, pinching my left nipple a little. I just moaned. THAT for sure was the best way to be awaken. He kept the

Hello, Thanks for you nice comment!

Guess what? Mom let me sleep over at Nick’s for Thanksgiving! And, with that, I had to prepare a nice bag with nice clothes for Thanksgiving dinner… it’s been six days I told Nick I love him… and most importantly, he told me he loves me back… I know, it seems more, after all, we’ve been through a lot of situations, a lot of expectation. I briefly met Mr. Schaeffer when he came to pick Nick home a few times – he’s very beautiful, like Nick but maybe he has stronger features, I don’t know, probabl

Thanks for the nice comment as usual. I love them. Well, some of the story is based in me (except for the love part) so as much as mom isn't affectionate (she's great, takes care of us and everything It's Just not part of her) I have three aunts Who would fit aunt Mary 's description lol so I basically based them on my own family giggle Just need the true love now!