Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Promises Broken ❯ Shedding Tears ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Flaming Jello 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.04.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 823 | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.04.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 823 | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey guys! I am so happy with myself that I could even finish this much(Total A.D.D. problems)! So to help me Work on this story more, if you like it, hate it, or just think it was a total waste of time(please dont say that one -.-), Review!!
-F-J
Notice-All work herin is of my own creation and belongs to me.
Warning- This story contains M/M themes and is not intended to offend. It is rated X for later chapters and I will let you know which chapters it's in.
Chapter 1
The sun shone imposingly through the window of a particular teenager one morning, and, much to his chagrin, he had to get up and face his day. Slowly, but surely, he roused himself to an upright position and realized that he wasn't on his bed. He was, however, on the dining room table surrounded by small pieces of cloth.
Jeremy picked up one of the closest pieces and reaised it to within an inch from his face, sruitinizing the fabric.
Realization struck, like a pebble being dropped from an overpass, cracking the windsheild of his mind and slowly filling it with memories of the previous night.
Jumping up and gathering the hundreds of flailing pieces, he quickly set off for his room. Left, hallway, pivot right, up the stairs, sharp right... Slam!
...Safe.
Jeremy set the pieces of hated and feared cloth on his bed and started pacing, trying to think of what he should do... And stopped dead in his tracks.
He couldn't do anything. Jeremy turned and stared at the tattered remains of his once-favorite shirt. The only shirt still in his posession that still smelled like... "Simon."
The words no sooner left his lips than he realized what he said. Jeremy keeled over, gripping his stomach, trying desperately to keep himself together. At this precise moment, the worst thing possibly in the entire universe made itself known...
...Ring...Ring...Ring...
...The telephone. The most recent bearer of bad news. Jeremy knew it would only bring trouble, so he decided to let the machine get it.
Curled in his little ball, he could hear the mumblings of someone in distress. "Definately dont need that right now."
The pain receaded and once he could breath normally again, Jeremy decided to look into this call. He was still living with his parents but it was the first week after his senior year ended and he just recently finished packing all his things to go to his new apartment across town. But his parents were away on their first vacation in a while and he knew his mom would call to check in on him eventually."That is just so... mom." So this call might not have anything to do with him, or it could have everything to do with him. He would just have to play the mini-cassette to see.
Jeremy pressed play and went through through the fridge. The first of the three new messages was his mom. Apparently his dad had gotten a severe sunburn on his back after falling asleep on the beach. The message ended with stating that they had gotten used to Mauii and to call them soon. Jeremy considered calling his parents, but his teenage sense of procrastination kicked in and he decided that tomorrow would work just as well as today. Instead, he pulled out a carton of orange juice and chugged as much as he could. The second was his friend Derek, who wanted to know if the party was on saturday or sunday- since they sounded so similar- and if he was bringing Simon.
Suddenly the world grew cold. The orange juice flew from his lips as his whole body went limp, his legs giving out. "I never should have slept with him! Two days after and I'm already regretting it!" he swore vehemently.
As his heart sank and attempted to slip though his chest onto the floor, the voice of his despair echoed in his head. "Hey, Jeremy... It's Simon... Look, I don't know if your even there anymore... but uh..." There was rustling on the line and Jeremy could imagine Simon shifting his feet nervously. "This... it just matters a lot to me, ok? Call me when you can... Later..."
With the ending of the message, Jeremy lost all logical thought. All he could think about was Simon. He wanted desperately to have him in his arms, kissing him. But that would only happen if he called Simon back.
-F-J
Notice-All work herin is of my own creation and belongs to me.
Warning- This story contains M/M themes and is not intended to offend. It is rated X for later chapters and I will let you know which chapters it's in.
Chapter 1
The sun shone imposingly through the window of a particular teenager one morning, and, much to his chagrin, he had to get up and face his day. Slowly, but surely, he roused himself to an upright position and realized that he wasn't on his bed. He was, however, on the dining room table surrounded by small pieces of cloth.
Jeremy picked up one of the closest pieces and reaised it to within an inch from his face, sruitinizing the fabric.
Realization struck, like a pebble being dropped from an overpass, cracking the windsheild of his mind and slowly filling it with memories of the previous night.
Jumping up and gathering the hundreds of flailing pieces, he quickly set off for his room. Left, hallway, pivot right, up the stairs, sharp right... Slam!
...Safe.
Jeremy set the pieces of hated and feared cloth on his bed and started pacing, trying to think of what he should do... And stopped dead in his tracks.
He couldn't do anything. Jeremy turned and stared at the tattered remains of his once-favorite shirt. The only shirt still in his posession that still smelled like... "Simon."
The words no sooner left his lips than he realized what he said. Jeremy keeled over, gripping his stomach, trying desperately to keep himself together. At this precise moment, the worst thing possibly in the entire universe made itself known...
...Ring...Ring...Ring...
...The telephone. The most recent bearer of bad news. Jeremy knew it would only bring trouble, so he decided to let the machine get it.
Curled in his little ball, he could hear the mumblings of someone in distress. "Definately dont need that right now."
The pain receaded and once he could breath normally again, Jeremy decided to look into this call. He was still living with his parents but it was the first week after his senior year ended and he just recently finished packing all his things to go to his new apartment across town. But his parents were away on their first vacation in a while and he knew his mom would call to check in on him eventually."That is just so... mom." So this call might not have anything to do with him, or it could have everything to do with him. He would just have to play the mini-cassette to see.
Jeremy pressed play and went through through the fridge. The first of the three new messages was his mom. Apparently his dad had gotten a severe sunburn on his back after falling asleep on the beach. The message ended with stating that they had gotten used to Mauii and to call them soon. Jeremy considered calling his parents, but his teenage sense of procrastination kicked in and he decided that tomorrow would work just as well as today. Instead, he pulled out a carton of orange juice and chugged as much as he could. The second was his friend Derek, who wanted to know if the party was on saturday or sunday- since they sounded so similar- and if he was bringing Simon.
Suddenly the world grew cold. The orange juice flew from his lips as his whole body went limp, his legs giving out. "I never should have slept with him! Two days after and I'm already regretting it!" he swore vehemently.
As his heart sank and attempted to slip though his chest onto the floor, the voice of his despair echoed in his head. "Hey, Jeremy... It's Simon... Look, I don't know if your even there anymore... but uh..." There was rustling on the line and Jeremy could imagine Simon shifting his feet nervously. "This... it just matters a lot to me, ok? Call me when you can... Later..."
With the ending of the message, Jeremy lost all logical thought. All he could think about was Simon. He wanted desperately to have him in his arms, kissing him. But that would only happen if he called Simon back.