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Sexuality Gay
Submitted On Apr25/10 Hits 2500 Summary:
The story of my teenaged character Shawn Fredriech, aka Scott Manson.
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Voices drift their way through the heavy mists of musically induced daydreaming.
"Wake up. Shawn. Shawn, I'm talking to you. Shawn! SHAWN!"
My eyes snap open, my headphones jerked off my head. "The fuck...?"
My mother stands there, glaring at me. "Watch your mouth, young man. It's because of this disgusting music. What are you even listening to this time? That horrible Mandy Manson again?" I wince, the mispronunciation grinding my nerves. "For the last time, his name is Marilyn Manson, not Mandy." Mom snorts, "Who cares? Either way, he's still a freak. Now get up, they're almost here." Rolling my eyes, I stand, stretching my arms. "Who's almost here?" I ask, not really caring. Tossing clothes I've never worn, and never will, at me, Mom replies testily, "The new neighbors, I told you this morning. Now take off that God-awful shirt." I glance down. I'm wearing my favorite shirt, the black one with "A...
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