Heartbreak Is Half The Fun, You Bring The Bullets I’ll Bring The Gun

Okay guys, I don't know if I will be able to post everyday, since I started school. POOPIE! buut...I am posting today, because I feel generous. haha. you guys are LUCKY! even though only like, 2 people are reading it. xD BUT! I will say everything I need to right now! yes, this is a slash! and no, there will NOT be any sex scenes...I will either start laughing or be horrified out of grossness! SO! I will not write sex scenes. And I am sure most of you dont want them? I hope. If you do...go read another slash. Haha, SO! Whatelse....hmm...I had a whole paragraph to write in my head, and now I forgot it. I am SO smart, Lol...hmm...OH! There will be more characters with pictures, but as the characters are introduced, I will have the pictrues of them, okay? I want a banner...But I have NO idea how to work photoshop. So....anyone wanna make me one?! Haha, im kidding. But...Yeah I cant think of anything else to write here...If I do...I will post it in the next story, okay?! -Love Sarah.<3

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“Kevin, you will be sharing a room with Sharron, okay?” My father said, caring a bag of Kevin’s stuff up the stairs. Kevin was behind him, caring another one of his bags, then me, then my mom.

“Okay.” Kevin replied, following my father. He stopped at my bedroom door, it was painted lime green. I thought I heard him chuckle.

“Sorry about the color choices, Sharron is very...creative, let’s say.”  My father cleared up. I guess he heard him laugh, too.

“Hey! Lime green is an awesome color!” I protested.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t exactly go with purple, Sharron.” My father said, opening the door to reveal dark purple walls with posters of bands hung up everywhere. Papers and clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor, you could barely notice there even was a floor. There was one bed pushed against the farthest wall, under the window. Another bed was pushed against the wall closest to the door. There was a closet, overflowing with clothes and other shit on the right hand side of the room.

“Didn’t I tell you to clean your room last week, Sharron!?” My mother scolded, walking into the room behind the rest of us.

“...I did...” I whispered under my breath.

“Sharron, you are going to have to keep your room clean if you have a guest here! Don’t forget to make your bed!” My mother said, picking up random articles of clothing and pointing at the bed under the window, my bed. The other bed, which currently occupied the weight of my father and Kevin, was made up completely, no one had slept in that bed since him. My old...boyfriend, not that he was much of one. It’s been awhile since him. It’s been awhile since any long-term relationship. I’ve always been too scared to get into any kind of relationship.

“Kevin, I am sorry for this horrible room, Sharron will clean it up right away!” my mother told him.

I sighed, I just cleaned it two days ago...It’s not my fault I have a lot of clothes and they don’t all fit in my closet!

Kevin looked at me, hearing my pain of cleaning up my room.

“I’ll help...” Kevin whispered. My mother froze in her spot.

“You want to help clean up...this?!” She asked, shocked.

“Sure...?” he said, obviously unsure of his answer.

“Okay...if you really want to.” My mother said, walking to my father and pulling him out of the room, closing the door after them. I thought they didn’t want me to develop a crush on this kid, leaving me alone in a room is sure to have the opposite effect!

“Thanks for helping me.” I said shyly.

“No problem.” He said, picking up my pink zip-up hoodie. He held it in his hands for a minute, unsure of what to do with it.

“I have everything labelled...mother is a neat freak.” I said, taking it from his hands and going towards the closet. I attempted to climb over the mountain of clothes to get to the sweater drawer...but I failed miserably. The whole pile collapsed under me and I was stuck in a pile of clothes. I scrambled to get up but the clothes were too heavy on my chest. It felt like something out of a horror movie.

I heard Kevin laughing. That’s nice, laugh instead of help me out.

“Heeellppp!” I cried, still trying to wiggle out of all the clothes. I heard the bed squeak. I couldn’t exactly see, because while I was trying to get out, I managed to flip myself over. I felt a weight being lifted off my back and hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me up.

“Thanks!” I said, once on my feet. Kevin just nodded and started picking up random clothes. I helped him...seeing as it was my room. In an hour, we had managed to clean the whole room [by shoving most of my clothes in the closet...shhh!]

“It looks like we’re done!” I said, collapsing on my bed. I turned to the side and supported my head with my hand to look at Kevin, where he was seated on his new bed.

“Yeah.” He replied simply, looking around the room.

“Do you like the color?” I asked, remembering my father’s criticism from earlier.  

“Yeah.” He replied, again. This time, he was looking at me. Our eyes connected but he shied away quickly.

“Are you nervous being here?” I asked, trying to maybe start a conversation, but with the way this guy answered, I don’t think I will be getting very far.

“Yeah.” He replied again. Can he say anything other than ‘yeah’?

“Sharron! Kevin! Come down for dinner!” I heard my mother yell.

“Well...we better go!” I said, standing  up.

“Yeah.” Kevin said. SERIOUSLY! If this kid says ‘yeah’ one more time, he’s dead!

We both walked out of my room and headed down the stairs to the dining room. My father was already sitting at one end of the table, the other end, my mother always occupied. There was one chair on the left side and one on the right. I never usually had anyone to sit across from when we ate dinner.

“Kevin, you can sit here.” My father said, pointing to the chair on the right. Kevin nodded and took a seat, I followed but only sat in the chair on the left side. My mother came in with a giant pot. I recognized the smell, homemade Mac ‘n Cheese. My favourite! She placed the pot in the center of the table, picking up a giant spoon!

“Kevin, would you please hand me your plate?” My mother asked, Kevin handed it to her, “Say when, dear.”

I thought I saw Kevin flinch at the word ‘dear’ but I wasn’t sure...

“When.” Kevin said, after the first spoonful.

“Thanks all you want?” my mother asked, noticing his small portion.

“Yes.” He said, holding out a hand for his plate.

“Okay...” My mother said sceptically.

“Thanks” Kevin said, sticking a fork in his meal.

“James.” My mother said, asking for my dad’s bowl. She repeated her daily procedure, asking for your plate, telling you to say ‘when’ then handing it back to you, only to repeat it with the next person. We all ate our dinner in peace, no talking. I was surprised, because Kevin was the last one finished, he barley took any food.

“If you aren’t hungry, dear, you don’t have to finish it.” My mother told him. He did flinch at the word ‘dear.’ Strange.

“Okay.” He said, pushing his plate farther away from him and placing his fork on the table.

“Sharron, why don’t you show Kevin where the shower is, I’m sure he would like to bath.” My father said.

“Okay.” I said, standing up. Kevin followed me. I ran up the stairs, leaving Kevin at the bottom. I turned around when I was at the top, only to be hit in the chest by something hard. Kevin. He tipped backwards, on verge of falling down the stairs. I grabbed his arm and yanked it towards me, I wrapped my arms around him to make sure he wouldn’t fall again, taking a step backwards. He looked up at me.

Like I said, I was going to do anything for this boy.