Fan Fiction ❯ An Alternative Lifestyle ❯ Chapter 1

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I remember it all, even now.

My name is Matt Renie, which was basicly pronounced 'rainy'. When I was fifteen, my mom decided to move to Oakville, a nice, medium sized down. It had the common things; two churches, restaurants, the local bar.. all that good stuff.

My mom had moved because of my dad; they had devorced not to long before the move, due to some fights and problems they were having.

My dad was an alcoholic, and always seemed to arrive home with a empty beer bottle in his hand. I could always hear him screaming at mom when I was laying in bed. He always depended off my mom for money, he didn't even have a job. He got the money that mom worked hard for, then spent the day at the bar. He even brought another woman home once.

I hated my father so much for how he treated my mom.

My mom was a sweet, beautiful lady. She was in her thirties; blonde, blue eyes, and very kind. She always deserved better than what she had; and I always wanted to help her.. but I never could, no matter how hard I tried.

It was a lot better for her in Oakville, but I can't say the same for me.

When I was fifteen, I was a normal, average boy; well, if that's what you could even call me 'average'. I inherited my mother's blonde hair, but always kept it short and messy. I was always complimented by my green eyes, too; which were called 'beautiful', in most cases.

I stood at an average height, I think; I was about six feet tall. I weight only one hundred pounds; but I wasn't anorexic, if you think so. I guess I just never liked to eat that much, and when I did, it was usually healthy.

I guess I was handsome, but, I was never one to brag, much.

Even so, I never seemed to make many friends, ever. At my old school, I had about two friends, and only one of them I trusted.

That friend was actually a girl, and she was very kind to me. She even knew my secret; she and me were the only ones who knew I was a homosexual.

I never told anyone about my sexuality; I was so ashamed, and feared the worse if everyone knew. If anyone else knew, I'd end up dead. I lived in a homophobic area, where I constantly heard the words "gay", "queer", and "faggot".

I couldn't stand the words at all.

Even after I ignored this hate against homosexuality, it still got to me.

When I moved, I think my biggest fear was having a school filled with homophobics, and I wasn't surprised that Oakville High, the high school I was sent to, indeed did have people who hated homosexuality.

Now I knew what it was like to be driven to the point of homicide.

Luckily, I ignored these thoughts and went on with my schooling.

I wasn't surprised also that the first day I got there, I wasn't exactly greeted nicely, or made any friends.

The whole first week was just as I expected; bullying and hate. I kept myself low, always in the back of the class, and in the corner of the lunchroom.

But the next week, I kinda got a little less shy and bold, and actually made a friend.

His name was Ben. He was sixteen, with very short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a little taller then me. Also, surprisingly, he only beat my weight by about ten pounds.

I met him in the lunchroom; I accidently bumped into him after I got my food, and I knocked his milk out of his tray. Quickly, we went for the milk, and as we both grabbed it, we looked at each other, and laughed.

We went and sat down, and got to talking. It was strange how we met; I figured that the guy was going to push me down and give a few profanities before walking off.

Of course I was wrong.

Ben was beautiful, to me. But of course, I didn't say a word to Ben. I knew that Ben had to be heterosexual, and I wasn't going to take any chances. I'd rather have a friend then an enemy.

For the next month, me and him were always hanging out at school. Even after school, sometimes we'd go hang out at the park, or go to each other's house.

I remember Ben loved football, and he even got me into it. Of course, we never tried out for the football team, we were both way too skinny.

So instead, we just played in my backyard with the football he brought over.

I never really mentioned my house, so, I'll get to it.

The house my mom had bought was a nice, tan house. It only had one floor, plus a basement, and had a few bedrooms and so on. It was almost a medium sized house, and I liked it.

The backyard wasn't huge, so, me and Ben were always being careful not to throw the ball to hard and over into the next yard.

One time, I was running towards me, and he tossed the ball over my head, too hard. It miraclely managed to run right into the neighbors cat that was perched on the fence.

Luckily, the cat wasn't hurt, but me and Ben found this quite funny, and also a lession in a way.

Ben and I had many great moments together, and I couldn't deny that I had practically fallen in love with him.

I kept a diary under my bed, and always wrote about me and Ben, what we would do together, and so on.

Ben was my life, practically, but he was only a friend, and it hurt me to have to live with that.

I hadn't told my mom I was gay, yet. Even though she seemed very nice and supportive of me, I didn't want to take the chance. What if I was kicked out of my own home? I'd be screwed over badly. But, I think my mother would support me. Even so, I wasn't planning to tell her just yet.


For the next few weeks, Ben and I got closer and closer. We had even hugged a few times, which ment a lot for me. He still didn't know about my sexuality, and I figured it was for the best.

Me and him were going to have a sleep over, because my mom was going to be gone for a few days.