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'Don't forget to smile.'
Those were the only words I could remember. Heck, I didn't even know the person. But I guessed it was just another way of saying..
Gosh, just get it together boy... I said to myself. New schools and stuff are hard to get used to. Then again, a lot of things are hard to get used to when your like this.. When you have these.. feelings, or tentancies...
'You going out again?'
'Yes' I told my brother Jim. Jim's a fun guy. A little older then me, taller too. Me, I'm just a short boy. My name is Joe.
I live with Jim in an apartment. I have ever since my parents kicked me out, for reasons known to me, tho they werent real... And even if they were the real reasons, I still wouldn't have believed them.
The apartment is nice. Two beadrooms, one bathroom, with a shower stall. The kitchen isnt very big, but its better then nothing I suppose.
And, oh yeah, I'm 14. Jim's 18. He sort of protects me, I guess, tho he can be annoying at times. Still, I love the guy of course. It's not like I could hate him or anything..
'I'll be going out now.' I said to Jim, grabbing my keychain and heading for the door.
'Be careful.' Jim said back to me. He was always like that, protective, like a guardian or something. I never really understood it. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna get drunk or anything.. I don't drink..
Though, I do smoke, behind Jim's back of course. I don't want him to see me smoke, cause he'd tell mom and dad, and that wouldn't go over well at all..
I'm the only one in my family who'se like this.. You know what 'this' is.. What it means to be 'this way..' I guess I'm mature for my age or something.. I'm just gonna go for a walk, like I always do. It's been a hobby of mine to go for long walks. I always try to look at the scenery as I walk. It's really quite something if you take the time to look and see it.
Dreams sure are funny aren't they. Okay, total change of subject, but yes they are. You never know what you'll dream every night. You try to dream something, and you dream it, but then you start dreaming something else, and you can't get the dream back.
I've been having the dream over and over. It's interesting to say the least. One of those dreams where you can recall every detail, and where everything seems so real. I've had this dream where I'm talking to this boy. I don't know his name, but we talk together in my dreams. He's a nice boy, with blonde hair, and green eyes. I find that he's attractive I suppose. I only started dreaming of him two days ago. But every time I dream of him, he takes my breath away. We talk, and it's like we're friends. No, more then that, like lovers or something. I always blush every time I recall that dream. Something about him is so real but...
'Hey kid..'
Oh crap, I forgot. I've been staring at the ice cream I was gonna buy for me and Jim. And there's this guy staring me in the eyes.
'Yeah?' Oh crap, I'm blushing right now... This isn't good... If he sees me blushing, he's gonna think I'm a friutcake or something..
'Here.' The other boy picked up ice cream that I conveniently dropped 'by accident' as I was thinking.
'Oh.. I'm sorry...' I immediately rushed to pick the ice-cream up and just as I do, our hands meet...
Okay, now this is wierd. You don't just grab some guy's hands, who you don't even know on the first day of meeting him...
'Thanks...' I say to the boy, not knowing his name yet, otherwise, I would've gladly said his name.
'No problem.' The boy looks at me with a smile.
I pay for my ice-cream and leave the store blushing.
~End~
SOO! What do you all think of my story so far?^^ I just decided to write a story tonight. I'm gonna continue the story^_^ I hope you all like it.
*huggles all*
*gives Aqua cookies*^_^
~Josh~
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Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Hmmm ... it doesn't rhyme! Har, har! It's good tho. 
Youth crisis hot-line 866-488-7386, 24 hr (U.S.A.)
There are people who want to help you cope with being you.
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Thanks Paul^_^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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YES, more Josh. Keep going. You won't have to bribe me with cookies to read it, (but I'll take em' anywayz).
Aqua
p.s. thanks for the cookies 
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Aqua^_^ *glomps*^^
Thanks for reading my story so far^^
I've already come up for an idea for the next chapter^_^
But I wont spoil the fun of secrecy^_^ hehe.
*gives you a chocolate covered, fudge cookie^_^*
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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