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A/N: I've decided to try for a unisex/male (perhaps) story, because they're rare, and being a part of the LGBT community, I understand how difficult it is to find x male readers. But, being a girl, I'm not entirely sure what being a guy (especially a gay one) entails, so if I go that route, and get anything wrong, PLEASE inform me. I won't be offended.
P.S. I'm not gonna dance around words like penis with–and these are one's I've seen–"Problem," "Administration," or anything like that. I'm also not going to go into excruciating detail about the details of a penis. You learn that shit in health class.
Also; I'm horrible at Lemons. I get myself flustered while writing about it, and then I get jumbled and start ranting about unrelated topics. So please, for your sake if not mine, keep the world free of one fewer "oh-god-why-is-this-a-thing" lemon.
Also, for any of you who were unaware, I've decided to adopt the "CP Power" of allowing the CPs to look like normal people at will.
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(Narrator POV)
You slammed your hand down on the alarm clock with a frightening amount of force. Unfortunately, the cheap alarm clock was adamant to keep wailing at you until your darkened form rose from your sheets to unplug it. You growled, once again cursing the manufacturer for making an alarm clock whose snooze button broke within the first week, but whose plastic shell held firm under the force of an annoyed 16-year-old. Another disgruntled teen trudged into your room.
"Can't you fix that piece of shit alarm clock?" Your older brother snarled.
"If I could, I wouldn't be awake right now. I, for one, still have a few more years of high-school left. Didn't you graduate last year?" You quipped, hauling your body from your bed. Your head reeled from the lack of sleep and your body seemed weighed down by an invisible substance. As you got up and moved around, the heaviness of your body seemed to slide off in sheets, like ice off of a moving car.
"Pfft, yeah, I bet that bites." Your brother scoffed.
"Why is that an insult to me? You're the one not doing anything with your life." you rolled your eyes discreetly.
"Hey, shut up. You aren't planning to go to college either!" He snapped.
"Yeah, because I've already gotten a record deal. If I wanted to, I l could quit school and make money right now, but I'd prefer if I weren't an uneducated dunce." you retorted calmly, grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans. You slipped into them, and snatched a grey tank top from another drawer, darting to your closet to grab a red-and-black plaid shirt; the kind that can be buttoned if the wearer so chooses. You began to precisely roll up the sleeves to just past your elbows, and slipped into a pair of converse. You grabbed your backpack and headed for the driveway, the car your parents got in commemoration of your 16th birthday shone on the concrete.
"You're not having breakfast?" Your mother calls out to you. She worried that you didn't eat enough.
"Yeah, the lunches are early in my school, remember?" You called back, slinging your bag into the passenger seat.
"Okay, sweetie, just remember to tell me if you get hungry so I can make you something tomorrow!" She grinned sheepishly. A soft smile touched your lips. You loved your mom so much. She was a single mom, your dad having left abruptly with no explanation. You weren't even born yet, your mother having been pregnant at the time. Her family, knowing fully well that it wasn't her fault, had taken care of her until she could stand on her own two feet. Your family lived modestly, never keeping much debt, unless it was necessary. Your mom had a decent job as a physical therapist at the local branch of a Big-Pharma-type hospital. Her branch was right next to a psychiatric ward, and she always complained about how sometimes she would see people staring out of windows or hear screams on occasion. She thought it was horrifying, but you felt badly for those individuals. Some of them couldn't help it if they were terrified of things that weren't there.
Your car came to a rest in the school parking lot next to a huge pickup truck with bigger-than-neccessary wheels. You shook your head and opened the door, swinging your feet around and hopping out, noticing the usual thrush of makeup and steroids bustling around and chatting with friends. You slipped quietly and unnoticed into your first period class.
P.S. I'm not gonna dance around words like penis with–and these are one's I've seen–"Problem," "Administration," or anything like that. I'm also not going to go into excruciating detail about the details of a penis. You learn that shit in health class.
Also; I'm horrible at Lemons. I get myself flustered while writing about it, and then I get jumbled and start ranting about unrelated topics. So please, for your sake if not mine, keep the world free of one fewer "oh-god-why-is-this-a-thing" lemon.
Also, for any of you who were unaware, I've decided to adopt the "CP Power" of allowing the CPs to look like normal people at will.
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(Narrator POV)
You slammed your hand down on the alarm clock with a frightening amount of force. Unfortunately, the cheap alarm clock was adamant to keep wailing at you until your darkened form rose from your sheets to unplug it. You growled, once again cursing the manufacturer for making an alarm clock whose snooze button broke within the first week, but whose plastic shell held firm under the force of an annoyed 16-year-old. Another disgruntled teen trudged into your room.
"Can't you fix that piece of shit alarm clock?" Your older brother snarled.
"If I could, I wouldn't be awake right now. I, for one, still have a few more years of high-school left. Didn't you graduate last year?" You quipped, hauling your body from your bed. Your head reeled from the lack of sleep and your body seemed weighed down by an invisible substance. As you got up and moved around, the heaviness of your body seemed to slide off in sheets, like ice off of a moving car.
"Pfft, yeah, I bet that bites." Your brother scoffed.
"Why is that an insult to me? You're the one not doing anything with your life." you rolled your eyes discreetly.
"Hey, shut up. You aren't planning to go to college either!" He snapped.
"Yeah, because I've already gotten a record deal. If I wanted to, I l could quit school and make money right now, but I'd prefer if I weren't an uneducated dunce." you retorted calmly, grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans. You slipped into them, and snatched a grey tank top from another drawer, darting to your closet to grab a red-and-black plaid shirt; the kind that can be buttoned if the wearer so chooses. You began to precisely roll up the sleeves to just past your elbows, and slipped into a pair of converse. You grabbed your backpack and headed for the driveway, the car your parents got in commemoration of your 16th birthday shone on the concrete.
"You're not having breakfast?" Your mother calls out to you. She worried that you didn't eat enough.
"Yeah, the lunches are early in my school, remember?" You called back, slinging your bag into the passenger seat.
"Okay, sweetie, just remember to tell me if you get hungry so I can make you something tomorrow!" She grinned sheepishly. A soft smile touched your lips. You loved your mom so much. She was a single mom, your dad having left abruptly with no explanation. You weren't even born yet, your mother having been pregnant at the time. Her family, knowing fully well that it wasn't her fault, had taken care of her until she could stand on her own two feet. Your family lived modestly, never keeping much debt, unless it was necessary. Your mom had a decent job as a physical therapist at the local branch of a Big-Pharma-type hospital. Her branch was right next to a psychiatric ward, and she always complained about how sometimes she would see people staring out of windows or hear screams on occasion. She thought it was horrifying, but you felt badly for those individuals. Some of them couldn't help it if they were terrified of things that weren't there.
Your car came to a rest in the school parking lot next to a huge pickup truck with bigger-than-neccessary wheels. You shook your head and opened the door, swinging your feet around and hopping out, noticing the usual thrush of makeup and steroids bustling around and chatting with friends. You slipped quietly and unnoticed into your first period class.
The bell outside the door rang, and people begrudgingly filed into the room. They were familiar faces, and not all of them quite as beloved by you as they were by everyone else. People persisted talking until the teacher cleared his throat. "Today, we have ourselves a new student. This hasn't happened in a while, but I expect you all to be kind." the teacher motioned for a skater-looking boy to pass through the door. You tried to study his face, but never got far past his deep, sapphire eyes. You realized that it would be rude to gawk at him, so you swiftly preoccupied myself with looking at something else. "The only open seat is next to (your name)," You heard the teacher say. Of course it was, no one here was friends with you. "(your name), please raise your hand." You tentatively raise your hand, not willing to fully extend your arm. The boy seemed to move with this swift sort of grace that one doesn't often encounter.
"Now, (Name), please help Jack get caught up on his notes," the teacher barked. You nodded, looking at the boy now sitting to your right. You pulled out your binder and held it in the aisle for Jack to take. He smiled thanks, and placed the book of notes on the desk. You suddenly realized you had nothing to write on.
"Uhm," You said sheepishly, "may I have a piece of paper from my notebook, please?"
"Oh, yeah, here," He swiftly unclasped the rings and handed you a sheet of blank paper. "You take very organized notes," He commented.
"Thanks, I think," you said with a slight laugh.
"Uh, should I copy it all down, or...?" Jack trailed off, looking at you with expectant, gorgeous eyes.
"No, no, just from here for now," You flipped the pages hurriedly, trying to hide your embarrassment. Damn, he was gorgeous. "You can borrow my notes later, if you need."
"Thanks," He whispered, sitting up straight and furiously copying notes. You leaned over and asked for another sheet of paper, faking that you needed a new one. You began copying all of the notes twice, knowing that he wasn't going to finish all of the notes in one class period.
The fire alarms went off in the middle of class. "It's just a drill, but stay orderly. No shoving!" The teacher admonished the one student. You stood from your chair, closing the door carefully behind you. Jack stood, waiting.
"I saw you copying today's notes for me," He said, with a kind half-smile.
"Uh, yeah, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do, and... uh..." you fumbled for words.
"What I mean to say is thank you," He chuckled.
"Uh, you're welcome," You said, blushing slightly from embarrassment. "We... better get going..." You whispered quickly and hurried down the stairs, your feet barely touching the steps before flying to the next one.
"Damn, I've never see someone descend a flight of stairs quite that fast before." Jack laughed.
"Yeah, it takes practice, I guess. The first few times I tripped," You laughed along with him.
"Jack! (Name)!" a student rushed over, "There you two are! There was an actual fire in one of the Chem labs! We were worried 'cause we didn't see you!" She directed her comment mostly to Jack.
"We apologize, there was a bit of a holdup with the stairs." Jack said calmly.
"Well, the teacher wants you over there anyway, so..." She trailed off and scampered around the corner.
"You took the fall for me?" you looked at him confused.
"Yeah, consider it payment for the notes," He grinned.
"Got it," you beamed back.
"Now, (Name), please help Jack get caught up on his notes," the teacher barked. You nodded, looking at the boy now sitting to your right. You pulled out your binder and held it in the aisle for Jack to take. He smiled thanks, and placed the book of notes on the desk. You suddenly realized you had nothing to write on.
"Uhm," You said sheepishly, "may I have a piece of paper from my notebook, please?"
"Oh, yeah, here," He swiftly unclasped the rings and handed you a sheet of blank paper. "You take very organized notes," He commented.
"Thanks, I think," you said with a slight laugh.
"Uh, should I copy it all down, or...?" Jack trailed off, looking at you with expectant, gorgeous eyes.
"No, no, just from here for now," You flipped the pages hurriedly, trying to hide your embarrassment. Damn, he was gorgeous. "You can borrow my notes later, if you need."
"Thanks," He whispered, sitting up straight and furiously copying notes. You leaned over and asked for another sheet of paper, faking that you needed a new one. You began copying all of the notes twice, knowing that he wasn't going to finish all of the notes in one class period.
The fire alarms went off in the middle of class. "It's just a drill, but stay orderly. No shoving!" The teacher admonished the one student. You stood from your chair, closing the door carefully behind you. Jack stood, waiting.
"I saw you copying today's notes for me," He said, with a kind half-smile.
"Uh, yeah, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do, and... uh..." you fumbled for words.
"What I mean to say is thank you," He chuckled.
"Uh, you're welcome," You said, blushing slightly from embarrassment. "We... better get going..." You whispered quickly and hurried down the stairs, your feet barely touching the steps before flying to the next one.
"Damn, I've never see someone descend a flight of stairs quite that fast before." Jack laughed.
"Yeah, it takes practice, I guess. The first few times I tripped," You laughed along with him.
"Jack! (Name)!" a student rushed over, "There you two are! There was an actual fire in one of the Chem labs! We were worried 'cause we didn't see you!" She directed her comment mostly to Jack.
"We apologize, there was a bit of a holdup with the stairs." Jack said calmly.
"Well, the teacher wants you over there anyway, so..." She trailed off and scampered around the corner.
"You took the fall for me?" you looked at him confused.
"Yeah, consider it payment for the notes," He grinned.
"Got it," you beamed back.
So, this is my first x reader. Enjoy, I'm open to comments, etc. And PLEASE READ THE ANNOTATION! PLEEEEEEASE!
Part two was apparently put into my journal instead of my deviations, so here is the link. I will try to fix the problem with the next chapters. tala-kiyomizu.deviantart.com/j…
Part two was apparently put into my journal instead of my deviations, so here is the link. I will try to fix the problem with the next chapters. tala-kiyomizu.deviantart.com/j…
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