Jaxon was a normal boy, normal routine, normal family, normal friends, everything was normal. That is till he meets Foxie, a suspicious boy with a dark past. Now the question is, how will Jaxon feel about the new boy?


1. The Talk

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off at 8 in the morning. I woke up, half awake and took a glance at the nuisance. "You know, I appreciate the announcement to wake up, but it is Friday and I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't wake up till 9!" It took me about two seconds to realize I was talking to an object, that is not alive nor can replay back. I rolled my eyes and shut off my alarm. "You win you son of a-" "Good Morning Jaxon!" I swore under my breath as my older sister Piper walked into the room with a smile on her face. "Breakfast is ready and your brother is wanting to talk to you about something." She tucked a blonde hair behind her ear and watched me with her green eyes. She waited for a response when she heard me give a quiet ok. She walked out of the room and I was on her tail. My older brother, Berton, or Bert for short, was sitting down at the oak square table with four chairs on every side. He had his black coffee in front of him and the newspaper in his hands. I knew exactly what it was about and I was fearing for my life. His black eyes looked up at me from the paper and some of his brown bangs were in his face. I gulped quietly and sat in front of him. If my pale skin could get any paler, it sure as hell did with that face. See, my sister is a more happy blonde with green eyes and tanned skin, she was lean and. My brother has black eyes with slightly long brunette hair, he is a bit muscular since he workouts sometimes and is pretty tan, he is more serious and never has once cracked a laugh. Unlike my other two siblings, I am more sarcastic and have the talent to be a smartass. I have hazel eyes and black hair with blonde streaks and is a scrawny short kid wit pale skin. 

Anyway, we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before I heard him respond, "Do you know what I'm going to talk to you about?" I gave him a smirk and answered, "No, how about you tell me why?" "You know, I don't see where you got this attitude from. I have provided so much for you. I have given you food, I have given you a bed, a roof over your head and all you have ever done is back sassed me for everything." I glared at him and slouched in my seat. "I think it is a free country, I can do what I want when I want, and how I want it done. You are not my dad and never will be. You are my brother, brothers are supposed to support you no matter what." Bert got up from the chair, "I may not be your father, but I am your guardian, I care for you, I love you, hell, I let you stay in this household even as a faggot!" I watched him breathe heavily, tears started to pour out of my eyes. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:45. I got up and headed to my room to get ready for school, not looking back at my 'brother'.

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