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...yaoi...
...yuri...
...not bi...
...i'm strait...
...this is a writing experiment...
...a chance to explore different charicter personas and POVs...














Chapter: 1 : *Smiles wide*

You know it's going to be a good day when you wake up to the radio station playing "Bohimian Rhapsody" at 6 in the morning. You can just feel the warmth flowing in your veins screaming "Wake up! Today is a good day!"

Benjamin Vayler felt this way everyday of his life, he was the the kind of guy that just couldn't be put in a negitive position. His mood was always positive no matter the situation; take the third grade for example. His first day in the third grade one of the girls spilled chocolate milk all over his pants durring lunch, but Ben smiled and only said:

"At least it didn't get on my shirt"

Good old Ben Vayler could always make you happy.

"Mama~ I just killed a man~~" A hand smacked the top of the clock radio and shut the alarm off. Ben streched in bed and smiled; the sky was bright today.

He threw off the covers of his too small bed and stumbled over to his dresser. After grabbing the essentials he ran across the hall to the one bathroom in his little apartment after stripping his under-pants he got into the shower and turned on the hot water.

After several cycles of "lather rinse repeat" he reached for the nob and ended his shower.

He dried his hair and examined himself in the mirror--first at a distance then up closer...

He ran his hand across his chest and scrutinized his pale figure.

Ben spent most of his time out-doors and even lifted weights, but always maintained his tall and skinny apearance... And it seemed as though no matter how many hours he was in the sun he never tanned... He looked at his chest it was the only part of his body that was muscular in any way. Abs were feintly visible in the light; not overly muscular, but not scrawny.

After looking at his body for a while he leaned in closer to the mirror to scrutinize his face.

Again his skin was pale white. Though it was white as Ivory it was flawless as marble. He had gotten "Snake-bites" last year in an attempt to look "Cooler", and it worked, he had gotten much more attention from the opposite sex of the school, and even had a few girlfriends durring last year and over the summer.

His eyes were a cool green, but had an odd bit of yellow radiating out of the little black spot in the center of his eye, you know the one.

He shook out his damp hair and pulled his clean pair of underwear on then his pants. I took him a second of staring into space to realize that he had forgotten his shirt in the room. Ben shrugged

"At least I didn't forget my underwear" he beamed in the mirror and picked up a brush...

His hair was bright blond with natural brown streaks here and there; it hung down to about an inch and a half past his eyebrows when wet. He sorta looked a little like a dog as he shook out the exess water from his hair.

Again Ben stumbled across the hall and found the shirt he had picked out on the floor by the door; he figured he must have dropped it, so he picked it up and went back to the bathroom.

After shaking his hair a second time and sliding the shirt over his head he reached under the sink and pulled out a rather large tub of hair gel and put a moderate amount of it in his hair and ran his fingers through it.


((this is what he is supposed to look like I guess... only with all other charictaristics I described too))



When he was done with all the common toiletries (brushing your teeth washing your face that sort of thing for those of you who don't know) he walked back into his room and grabed his Ipod and his school bag.

Halfway across town a cigarette was thrown to the ground and stomped out in a hurry by thick boots. A tall boy about 17 was the one who stomped out the cigarette. This same young boy then paused and looked up and down the street for anyone.

After he was sure that no one was watching he lit up another cigarette and set off towards the school. He crossed his arms and shrugged for warmth; though the sky was bright, it was maybe 30 degrees outside.

Andrew hartly walked as fast as he could without being noticed, occasionally exhaling leaving a cloud of smoke in his wake.

He had only walked for about 10 mins before he had arrived at the front of the school and sat on one of the concrete planters.

A violent shiver wracked his spine and he couldn't help but put his arms inside of his jacket. Rubbing his arms inside the leather jacket she took the last puff of smoke his cigarette had left in it and blew rings in the still air...

Spitting the butt of the thing onto the floor he crushed it with one of his boots.

It was only maybe 6:30 in the morning and the staff should be arriving soon; they would unlock the gate and eventually the classrooms... the warm classrooms...

Andrew shook out his long black hair and looked around... people were starting to show up. first was the custodian...

Though the man walked right up to the gate lock with key in hand Andrew stayed put. He had learned earlier on in the year that the custodian was a bitter man who only lived for himself... he would rather let Andrew freeze then open a classroom for him...

For in knowing this, Andrew no longer bothered walking to the gates behind the janitor.

Another person aprotched...

"Damn... it's this weirdo again..." he muttered

A blonde haired boy came walking--almost bouncing--up to Andrew.

"Hey Andy!" said Ben cheerfully "I like your hair, when did you put red in it?"

"Last night Benjamin, your mom helped me after I fingered her in the a$$" Andrew sneered at him.

"Now why don't you do us all a favor and piss off, ok?" Andrew tryed to put ever ounce of hate he felt for this blonde jerk in a single glare which he then fired on poor Ben.

"Wow Andy, if looks could kill..." Ben walked away slowly.

After what seemed like centuries other students started showing up and the gates were finally unlocked...

The first thing Andrew did was practicly run to his history classroom. It was his first period, and the warmest out of all of them...

He sat down in his assigned seat and, after all that time he took his hands out of his jacket and unzipped it.


((For those of you who haven't already seen it this is what Andy is supposed to look like... only minus all the peircings))


Andrew put his head on the desk and waited for the bell to ring... soon he was asleep rather than waiting...

SLAM Andy jerked awake so violently that he fell out of the seat and on to the floor... laughter echoed around him then as quickly as it came it was silenced.

The History Teacher: Mr. Amora was man who loved to pray on the weak...
and Andrew happend to be vunerable when he was sleeping...

"Mr. Hartly? Why. Are. You. Sleeping...." he paused for a breath. "IN MY CLASS?!" boomed Amora.

"Because I was tired Mr. Amora sir, why else to people sleep?" retorted Andy. Again the class rippled with laughter, but died away withing seconds

"Well class! looks like we have a very special guest today!" Mr. Amora announced over the heads of the students.

"Yeah... the king of fools" mutterd Andrew. The laughter swelled again, this time staying for a second longer than before.

"No, Mr. Hartly... YOU are our special guest!" Amora started to clap his hands enthusiasticley(sp?)

"Class I give you Mr. Hartly, also known as "The Sass Master" Amora continued to clap, but the class didn't follow... they were confused...

"Come on class! Give The Sass Master a hand!" he raised his hands higher and clapped louder. Gradually the students started to respond and began clapping they clapped and clapped untill it sounded like a tidle wave in the room...

Then Andrew's voice somehow rose miles above the wave of noise.

"SHUT UP!" he roared, "just shut up you filth narcasisstic F**KS!!"

Amora smiled and immidietly the class was silent again.

"Thank you Sass Master, that's all I wanted" said Amoria sweetly

"Class say "Thank you" to our special guest: The Sass Master." he mocked

"Unfortunatly, The Sass master has to return to his thrown(sp?!)" he paused for what seemed to be "dramatic effect", "In Detention!".

Amora then looked down at Andy and said loudly enough so that only andy could hear: "The next time you want to sleep I suggest you stay home with your slut of a mother and sleep in the cardboard box you share."

Andy rose and strode strait out of the door and to the principals office to get his detention...

Andrew burst in the front office and stood infront of the desk.

The secretary was a rather fat woman with bad make-up and horn-rimed glasses. She was chewing gum as she spoke and had a really thick southern accent.

"'N how migh' I help you?" she asked not looking up from a stack of papers she was stamping.

"I'm here to receive my detention that Amora should be calling in." he said in monotone.

And as if by some cosmic joke the phone rang as soon as he had finished.

The secretary picked up the phone and answered her voice almost sounding like a machine.

"Tersly High, how may I help you?" A loud voice answered her through the receiver.

"Yes, he is here... no he is not sassing me.... no YOU are sassing me Amora.... yes.... fine i'll give it to him.... bye..."

Andy stared forward in absolute apathy. "So... what's the verdict?"

She sighed and continued to stamp papers. "Guilty, you have a full days detention for "Sassing" Amora."

He sighed as well. "Nice... Can I have the slip so I can go and get it over with?"

She stamped a random paper on the desk and handed to him.

"Take this to Mr. Bernerd, you'll be spending the remainder of the period in his class..." she said in her mechanical voice.

Andrew grabbed the thin slip of paper and pushed the door out of his way as he walked outside. The air was biting cold, and that fact that he was wearing skin-tight jeans didn't make him any warmer... He shivered on his way to Bernerd's class.













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Chapter: 2 : Pirates....Butt pirates!!!!










Ben was still wondering what could have made Andrew so upset.

"He is usually unsociable, but today more than ever!" he whispered to himself. "He's so reclusive(sp? omg I can't spell if my life depended on it!)... I wonder why..."