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Yaoi Warnings and adult language ANRAÍ
'm Irish
California, a strange mixture
I have to thank my parents who came to Los Angeles
newlyweds
before I came into the world.
I'ma guy either, except that when hormones
decided to annoy my early childhood, rather than noticing
breasts and long hair began to feel an attraction
was horrible boys. A disease, I would repeat.
I could not be diverted from those who always spoke the
Church. When I started school I was difficult to know girls and
intimate with them. I have the good fortune I have some different features
common Yankees through Irish blood,
and perhaps an ancestor
Hispanic. Without my realizing it,
was in the van that I had borrowed my father putting
Ashley
hand. Lying if I said that I got high, but was
disappointment was hands down her crotch and
find a soft bed and not what my mind imagined.
With sixteen years
finally convinced me, was gay.
A true disgust as they age
that any teenager called
other "do not be queer"
imagine my face, I felt as if he were controlling
24 hours.
But then I entered the School of Art and met
Bastien.
Bastien was just ... different.
had a very difficult character to others
was quiet and smart. However
I loved to hear him speak.
came from New Orleans, French Quarter
. The English and French mixing
drove me crazy.
daily temptation was not to sink to restrain the hands
hair color in old wood full of dreadlocks. I was happy
go if it was. It
could say I had my
eighteen years the sex life
active throughout the
city, only that it was someone else.
not take me long to find another partner, only this
was not this, and it was a girl.
With it began a life
fun and very many problems.
BASTIEN
Since I was a kid my life has always been art.
I think I have enough talent to devote
this professionally. New Orleans is
art explosion,
people rest, not art. And I started as a thug
buying bottles of acrylic paint - or stealing -
design or shape to what was going on in my head.
thug My
days ended the day a policeman caught me in the middle
misdeeds,
not told my parents, which
would have preferred, as
place gave me a blanket
sticks that I removed the urge to repaint a wall
. So
after finishing high school
ignoring the look of my
old rags I picked up the four he needed and went to art school
in Los Angeles to study what he loved most.
It was not easy to change the aerosol
by carbon and the mural on canvas,
but my life began to take direction
have always wanted.
met people that I would roll myself. My first was Anraí
known in principle my tongue across his
name
but it was a bohemian from head to toe and also had to
half aunts flipping through it, sniffing a hundred yards
radio. I was
Funny, because I
never excelled in the art of love, more well
otherwise. Since I dreadlocks, aunts looked at me
as a sort of extraterrestrial or character escaped from the circus
the city.
We went to lunch every day at a coffee shop near the art school
, there
met a waiter who was
host, and we realized his sister was studying small
with us. To our surprise, the girl turned out to be more
was rare at the school. It was not like others, was simply
Audrey, there was no other way to describe it. And
was as if something
intended, just being a cohesive group. In
fact, we were the group most picturesque
whole school. But I have a slight
notion that something happens between Audrey and
Anraí, something I'm missing.
recent months been a rare
tension between them. Well, I still miss that
been lying, after all, are single and attractive
...
So I am bit of envy?
AUDREY
I'm not rich, in fact I'm poorer than a rat.
work in the same cafeteria where she works
fool
my brother to pay for my studies.
Our parents died years ago in a car accident
and thanks to my brother was old
not
took me to a shelter.
From
Rarita was always small, it is clear, from the standpoint
of others. But having a brother that
to father and mother, could not be much spirit
women in the environment, except for women who marched
continuously
my brother's room. When I wanted
account, the clothes of my brother were
deeply disturbing, in winter was comfortable, I felt like a cheese
a cellar. In summer, barely wore anything other than the vikini
and
a comfortable shorts, was parked all day at the beach
dorandome
like a crab in the sun. In high school I had
expelled a couple of times,
now deeply regret to see my brother
pouring milk out of your
work to come get me,
never slapped me, not even a
cry, but his eyes were
as a double-edged sword in my chest
.
At that time also started to notice boys, although they were usually
in
more weights. I dated a petty thief
was all day
agilipollado
by marie smoking, and I lost my virginity with bassist
of a group that was unable to leave the dens of evil
death, because all the
Commissioner for concerts ended in beatings
including
and the public. When I finished school
my brother for the first time I waited in
house and asked me I wanted. I did not know, to
fact, thought
get to work or get rich with a lottery ticket
.
My brother spoke very good art school that accepted
to young talents. I
Talent "?, Was asked what I
. My brother then went to a book
I thought it was well hidden and I taught my own
drawings.
In summer, one of my hobbies which I thought was secret
sit on the breakwater to the beach and draw the faces
I was interested in
spent the day at the beach. At first they were mere puppets, but
ended up having some talent. This is how I ended up in the
School of Art, knowing
Anraí and Bastien.
He was with another boy dreadlocks, smiling.
- Are you
Blake's sister?
I blinked. What did my brother in the mouth of
two students in my class?
"Hey ... if - Put It Out - Why? "I started wanting
without defensive.
They
frowns confused and went unanswered. I felt
evil and mean, especially when my brother was
colleague
customers more usual hours
gigs in recess and had recommended to the guys that I knew
. My brother
its full dear mother hen had
find friends. "They were good kids," he said
sure your own deduction. Not wrong.
For days I followed his eyes to
everywhere.
discovered that this was a bohemian Anraí all his
meaning.
had not much technique at the time of draw, but much
style and class. Guapisimo
also was discovered that her dark skin
and dark blue eyes was due to his Irish blood, was not easy
find a guy as attractive from both American standard.
But
who charmed me with his accent was Bastien
English-French, his smile
lazy drunk, and his eyes torn
clever.
And while I befriended two
discovered something that only women because men
discover as I have zero would buy
instinct for these things.
was an evening where Anraí could not come to the cafeteria
, as it had been in a tutoring
,
went straight to the point. Fuck the
delicacy.
"I like Bastien.
ANRAÍ
I had always liked how direct it was Audrey, the
aunt was more liberal than he knew, but when
accused me, I felt like strangling
until he put his face freckled
purple. I choked
the strawberry milkshake and banana and glared.
say "No shit.
"You know that I like - said ignoring my denial.
Vale,
course he knew. It was hard not to notice that whenever
Bastien he turned, Audrey
ate with their eyes, or perhaps recognized, because I
followed his example. It was a problem. We both liked the same guy
.
"I'm gay - I confessed quietly.
She raised her eyebrows and laughed ruddy.
"I know.
" What?" I thought, terrified.
- How? - I stammered.
-Tio,
is easy to realize that guys like you.
I crossed my arms sulkily.
- What
that why Smarty?
She lit another cigarette and through the smoke I saw
smiled with such brilliance as common
malicious in it.
-dress well. Normally the guys when they open a closet
caught lashing
first, like it or not, clothing.
are this early,
believe me I know, I live with my brother. After you are very fetishistic
with silver -
stroked my silver ring on the thumb. I instinctively I bit my
silver piercing through the middle of my tongue. - I love
any trinket, and God knows that even though you have good taste
,
sometimes look like a virgin with many rings - without
River mockery -
Then there is the sentimental theme.
could say that you could make a living
being a conqueror, the most
school babes fall at your feet and you're
unattainable, I think they like you so well, you're a guy
easy
rather the opposite. And you're always
with ... - His voice darkened
-Bastien.
What
I had taken years to discover what
Audrey had done in less than seven
months. He was angry because
so ... obvious?. But she smiled,
understood very well. That gave me hope.
you like
Bastien
My
happiness went down the drain. The girl in
comprehensive - rather, the only
- which included my
"problem" was that he liked the guy by the
I was
casting. It was a very big problem.
-A as best he too is gay - I smiled -
After all, it has been with
any aunt.
She raised eyebrows by becoming cracked his fists.
- What
because you believe that?
Audrey had a personality that shook the most
brave. Surely
any girl interested in
Bastien had ended badly.
-
're a donkey!
She shrugged, apparently did not care.
After that conversation we had reached
a situation where had no lies. Even as they were
passing day I realized that everything was getting worse. Well
sometimes exaggerated sincerity
dose was truly a waste
.
Audrey and I began a secret war.
And the prize was Bastien.
Shit.
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