Title:: It's Always the Quiet Ones (Tyler: Home)
Overall Warnings:: Contains slash (gay boys), incest between cousins, cursing, comments on not so wholesome topics and a school shooting
Notes:: Second 'chapter'. They're not really chapters, though, because they're too short ._. It's in another boy's P.O.V. (hence the new name :D His name is *gasp* Tyler. It'll be switching back and forth from now on. Look in the 'chapter' titles for who it is)

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"This water smells like orange juice."

"That's not my damn problem."

"'kay."

It really did have a nasty, watered down citrus smell, but oh well, it was something to drink. Better then the rest of the stuff we had in the fridge, namely chunky milk and beer. I noted the fact that the cheese was moldy.

"Mom. . ."

"I'm not giving you any more money! Go to school!"

I wasn't going to ask for money, but it didn't matter. I was too tired to argue, like usual, so I just made my way out the door to meet up with Cass, my best friend. We lived in the crummy part of town, because mom was insane and said we were safer there then anywhere else. Safe from my dad, who was, apparently, after us despite the fact that he was in jail. He killed someone, which made me scared. Not that he'd come after us, but just that I'd end up like that. I was always so scared that everything ran in the family, like hair color or eye color. I didn't mind living there, though, since it had a cozy smell, even if it smelled bad. I guess I always made the best of situations.

"Hey Cass."

She waved idly to me, adjusting her bra strap, which was hanging out of her sleeve. I laughed.

"Maybe you should get a bra that fits."

"You should, too."

"Yeah, thanks."

I guess the friendship we had wasn't what I thought it was. Not in the least bit. I thought it was real and true, or at least I had convinced myself of that. I was wrong, though, which still eats me up inside sometimes, but I can get over things. I had to get over things. Mom made sure of that.

"D'you hear? Sam got his ass beat yesterday."

"Why?"

"Making out with some guy behind the school," I stiffened without thinking, "Stupid faggot." She lit a cigarette, and I just watched her. Being gay wasn't a smart thing there. One of those things that got you killed. One of the main things that got you killed. I continued watching her.

"Amazing what nerve they got, huh?"

"Yeah. That was a pretty stupid move."

She nodded in agreement, blonde hair bobbing up and down. I tugged on my lengthening locks.

"You should cut that before everyone thinks you're queer, too."

"Yeah, I guess. But I'm leaving, soon."

She stopped, blowing smoke in my face and scowling, "You're what now?"

I just shook my head, a bit confused as to why she was so mad. "Nothin'," was all I said, which was good enough for her.

We continued to school in silence. I was going to have a new life soon, but would it be any better then what I had there? But, optimism! Had to have that optimism. I snatched a cigarette from her back pocket, as well as the lighter. I didn't really like them that much, but if it kept me looking normal, I'd do it. Like almost every other place on earth, normal was safe, and individuality only hurt. I lit it and took a slow drag, letting out a sigh with the smoke that had collected in my mouth. I watched Cass look me over.

"You need muscle, too, and everything else. You're too much of a girl, Ty." She idly licked her painted lips, the color on so dark that the motion didn't even dull it. "They're gonna get you, you know. Unless . . ."

"Unless what?"

"We'll talk about it at school."

Her smile was a bit too sly for my tastes, but I let it slide. At least she didn't know the real me. Actually, no one did. Because it was safe, just like smoking was, and cutting my hair short, insulting the gay population, and keeping a manly distance from other guys. I'd be out of it soon, I hoped.

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