Hold My Hand [boyxboy]

1: Big Hearts

A/N: a small author's note before we start. As you can tell this is chapter 1 and let me tell you the story has everything. It has already been rated Mature, so there's going to be violent scenes (though I'll try keep them as infrequent as possible if not avoid them) and there's probably sexually explicit material. And if you're easily triggered, leave now because there's probably going to be a lot of triggering material.

Read on...

High school.

The biggest form of torture. To parents it's the ultimate source of education. They're right. However, it's much more than that. It was home for rumors, bullying, and the most inhumane acts.

I think I could summarize high school with what I call The 5 D's.

Disgusting.

Depressing.

Disturbing.

Disheartening.

Dreadful.

Simple as that.

To me though, it wasn't that bad, if I'm being fair.

In my opinion, high school was a game. Just like football. You need to know where to stand, which position to keep, when to run and when to kick. And that's how you score.

Enough about my life. It doesn't really matter. It's not about me as much as it's about my twin brother, Raiden.

"You're up, this is new." I joked as I peeped through the cracked open door of Rai's bedroom. I was jealous of his bedroom because it was the biggest in the house, which was the attic.

He claimed immediately as we moved in. What bugged me though, is that it was as stripped and bare as his soul. He had nothing in it. The walls were beige, the floor empty (not counting the strewn clothes here and there), and he didn't have any pictures hung up or anything that says "This is my room and it describes me".

It scared me because if his bedroom doesn't describe him, then what does?

"I don't want mom in my ears again. She's been ringing my phone since unholy morning ours. Just because it's first day-which is only our first day because we're the new ones-doesn't mean I should be any interested."

Yeah mom has a habit of always calling even if she's not in the same country as ours.

I barged inside, already dressed up and my backpack slung over my shoulder. He wasn't remotely ready. Like I mentioned, I was surprised he was even up.

Something you should know about my brother: He doesn't get up voluntarily. Ever.

"Ah come on, cheer up bud. It's your first day at a new school, consider it as a fresh start"

"Is that supposed to make me feel any better? Because if anything it made me more anxious" It was impossible to get anywhere with him.

"I heard Rivertown High isn't half as bad as other high school-"

"Did mom put you up for this?"

"No?"

"Then shut up and leave so I can get dressed" He huffed and got up from bed.

"You don't have anything that I haven't seen" I tried to amuse him but I think I just made it worse.

"Just because we're identical twins doesn't mean- actually- oh my god just leave my damn room already" He threw something from his bedside table so fast I saw it flash before my eyes and smash into the wall. Bits and shards flew everywhere.