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I strain my ears and close my eyes, the humming becomes louder and the tune of Toxic by Britney Spears becomes more defined. My song, our song.

Great, I just need one more year of high school before I graduated and move out, yet I'm going to die before I could accomplish any of my goals.

I never got drunk, I've never skipped school, I never even failed a test, but must importantly, I never went on a date or asked a girl out.

I gasp and hold my breath when I hear my bedroom door open. I peer between the gap of the two doors from behind the closet that I hid in. I take a sharp inhale at the sight, the figure has a machine gun, a very large machine gun strapped to his back. I tear my eyes away from the weapon and onto the figure, my eyes widen.

It's a man.

A man, I'm a man, he's a man, we are all men here.

I can't believe it. Am I gay? Impossible, I had multiple crushes on my classmates, especially Veronica. Ah, Veronica, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, blonde hair and hazel eyes, light freckles and pointy nose. She never liked me back, in fact, she was disgusted by me, just another wimp she had said.

I was never good at sports, I was definitely scrawny and way shorter than most guys. Less athletic and more to the nerd side.

The man had his back at me as he examined my room, looking under the bed and out my window. I can feel my heartbeat grow louder and the blood rush into my brain as he turns around and move forward to the closet.

My view gets cut off and the closet doors open, revealing a a handsome looking man. He has dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, his lips are pressed into a thin line as his nose scrunches up at the sight of me.

"Hey there." I squeak, managing a nervous smile and then adding. "Please don't kill me."

"Get out." He orders, his eyes narrow and he crosses his toned arms.

I get out of the closet.

As soon as I hop out I have a sudden urge to hope back in. The guy is a head taller than me, twice my size and his gun is way closer to me than I would have preferred. I inch away from him, ready to make a run for it when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't even think about it." He glares.

"Please don't kill me." I plead, he ignores me and drags me out. "Hey! What about my stuff?"

He stops for a minute and faces me, probably judging my messy hair and clothes. "Where are your parents?" He grunts.

I glance at my feet. "Dead."

He nods and leads me back to my room, I follow him, afraid of what he is going to say. "Pack your stuff."

"For how long?" I ask quietly, meeting his gaze and regretting it immediately.

"Indefinite." He replies curtly, scaling my room again. "You live alone?"

Suddenly, I have a sudden rush of bravery, I wasn't going to get kidnapped! I wasn't going to die! Not today anyway. "Look, I'm not going anywhere, I don't want to die and I'm not planning to. So-so if you can't deal with that, then-then fight me."

I am an idiot. Did I really just ask a guy with a GUN to fight me?

Anyways, being the idiot I am, I raise my thin, trembling arms up in a fighting stance, ready for the fight of my life. I excepted the guy to get furious, instead, the corner of his lips turn up. He rolls his eyes and pushes me into the room.

"Just get ready." He chuckles.

"Wait!" I exclaim. "That song." I add in a whisper.

He smirks. "What about it?"

"That's my song." I explain as I start to through my clothes into a random bag on the floor.

His face remains stoic, but I manage to catch the faintest grin etched on his face. "I know."

I spend the rest of the evening packing away. My clothes scattered randomly in different bags, my heart refusing to slow down. He knew? How? Who was this guy anyway? I get out and see him downstairs sitting on the kitchen counter.

I struggle with my things as I tumble down the stairs, a hand grabs my bags before they fall to the ground, leaving only me on the floor.

"Ouch. Thanks." I say sarcastically as I rub my head, soothing down my auburn hair.

The guy raises an eyebrow and leaves with my stuff slung on his shoulder. I grumble and follow him into a black Jeep. I sit in the passenger seat, since we were the only ones here I didn't feel the need to call shotgun.

A few moments later, blonde guy comes in and starts the engine. We begin to drive, the gun is in the back seats so I relax remotely. The heat starts to bother me so I take off my hoodie, leaving me in a simple white shirt. Blonde guy glances at me looking slightly humored.

I take in his black outfit. "You know, I could charge you for breaking and entering, not to mention the kidnapping." I mutter.

He grunts. "Whatever."

"I mean it." I tell him seriously, pausing for a second. "What's your name?"

He glances at me. "Logan."

"Cool. I'm Alex." I reply. "So...do you usually carry that around?" I ask, pointing to the machine gun laying innocently on the backseats.

He smirks. "Depends on the occasion."

"Ahh." I say awkwardly, slowly moving further away from Logan. I look back at him, he looks...different from that he first time I looked at him. More handsome.

I shake my head. No. I want going to fall a guy, not after all those 'talks' with my father. I grimace at the memory of the paranoid old man, always cursing at queer couples under his breath and dragging me away from them.

"I'm not gay." I blurt out. Idiot.

Logan hesitates for a second and twists his whole body towards me, one hand on the steering wheel. "How would you know?"

"I liked this girl..." I mumble, still embarrassed by the rejection.

He nods, his eyes drift off . "Ahh, I see. You don't have to be straight to like a girl, you know that right?"

I look at him in confusion, was he insinuating that I was pansexual? Or bisexual? I shake my head. "No, I can't be...my father would kill me."

Logans eyes harden. "Isn't he dead?"

"Well, yeah...maybe it's a mistake."

Logan suddenly presses the brakes, my body moves forwards and I'm saved by my seatbelt. "What the hell dude?!" I screech, pressing my hand on my wrist to be sure that I still have a pulse.

"Was or wasn't the tune I was humming your song?" He demands.

"Well, yeah..."

"Then there wasn't a mistake." He says simply, his voice as cold as ice.

"Geez, chill." I mumble, when we start to drive again. He glares at me.

"So...where are we off to?" I chirp, trying to brighten the mood.

"My place." He replies shortly.

I begin to panic. "Because...?"

"I found you a few weeks back, you were humming our song in the streets. I followed you and found out where you live and where you go to school. Your going to live with us." He replies.

I stare at him in shock. "You stalked me? And who is 'us'?"

Logan rolls his eyes and smiles at me, the first time his ever smiled. I stare at his features, he is perfect I think, then mentally slap myself for thinking that. "Well yeah, what else do you think I would do? And for the second question, you jealous love?"

I turn red. "I don't even know you."

"We have time for that. I'm Logan Mcshane. You are Alex Dakota, age 18, you had to repeat freshman year, only child, no relationships and apparently, no parents." He says, raising an eyebrow, glancing at me after each fact, searching my face for a reaction.

"Mcshane. As in the gangsters?" I ask, mentally kicking myself as soon as I said it. Of course, the gun, it would make sense. "Forget I said anything."

Logan chuckles and nods. "Yeah."

"Yay." I mutter. Logan stays silent.

"We're here." Those two words shut me up. The house was big, it wasn't mansion huge but it was big. Looking at the tall and luxurious building mad me feel so small, even smaller than my 5.6ft.

"Woah, you better have good WiFi." I mumble. Logan just scoffs.

"Come on Alex." He grabs my stuff, then looks back. "Damn, I forgot my AK 74 grenade launcher in the car, go and get it will you love?"

"Say what now?" I gulp.

Logan gives me a hard look, I sigh and open the car doors. Carefully, I grab the piece of machinery in my hands, it wasn't as heavy as I thought. For know, my number 1 priority was to not accidentally fire the gun and kill someone. Logan opens the door, where I'm greeted by 5 people.

I hand Logan the gun as soon as he drops of my bags, he takes it and holds it in his hand.

"Logan! You found your soulmate!" A girl looking a lot like Logan comes out and hugs him, unbothered by the death machine in his hands. She gives me a sweet smile, making me uncomfortable.

Logan puts his hand on my shoulder, I jump in surprise. "Alex, this is my family. My mom, my two sisters Elena and Rita, my brother Theo and my cousins."

I try to keep up with the information, Elena is the one that hugged him, Rita is a girl with light brown hair. Theo is built like Logan but shorter and bulkier, the mother was the outsider, with bright red hair and streaks of grey. I'm greeted by the family, pulled into hugs and sloppy kisses. By the end of the hour, I had finally gotten away by them and led by Logan to my room.

I look back at him as he goes away. "Logan." I call.

He turns around and leans on my door. "Yeah?"

"Aren't you afraid that I might run away?" I ask.

He grins. "Nope, or else you would have shot me when you had the chance."

2 years later

"Happy birthday to you!" I smile, going on my tiptoes to kiss Logan, he wraps his arms around my waist and leans down.

We pull apart and I'm left slightly out of breath. "25 years old huh?" I grin.

"You know it love."

The end! Yeah, ik this story was a bit rushed, but I was exhausted by the end and didn't have time to proofread.

Suprise, this was a boyxboy story, sorry I didn't say it in the beginning. If it wasn't your kind of story because you aren't into this kind of thing then I'm sorry, BUT if this isn't your kind of story because you don't support or hate or are disgusted by pride and queers, then you can yeet of a mountain or learn some respect.

Love is love guys.

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