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my 21st b-day Sep. 11th, 2007 @ 09:56 pm
K, so today is the big 2-1.
Here's the exciting-ness that was my 21st:
*Woke up early; wrote a research proposal about demonology
*Went to class
*Had dinner (Pizza Hut) with the parents
*Went to Presque Isle Downs and Casino with Matthew and got $10 and a free buffet...won $20 and tried to take a picture with the winning machine to put on myspace but some freaky dude came over and yelled that we weren't allowed to take pictures (why was not explained) then he wanted our last names and screamed how he "knew" us from Quality Markets...he was the gambling gestapo..and after we "met" him, I just wanted to leave because he gave off that creepy I'll-find-where-you-live-and-imprison-you-in-my-basement-to-do-god-knows-what vibe..but I wanted to get my free $13 buffet--except it was only good today and I wasn't hungry, so I got it anyway and got a drink and two pieces of cake...and to think: the photo would have been free adverstisement--and a hell of a lot better 'advertisement' than that creepy --emphasis on the INCREDIBLY CREEPY--guy...
*Followed the casino bus around the parking lot...
*Drove around Erie finding nothing to do,
*Stopped at Gabriel Bros. and I got a giant stuffed lobster:
Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket
(the dollar is in the pic to show how obnoxiously huge this thing is)
*Stopped by beer distributers to see if they had 6 packs of Smirnoff...they only sold them in 24 packs for $31!! I didn't buy any...
*Went to a bar in Edinboro where I got a grape Smirnoff for $2.75 and could--but didn't yet--get a 6-pack for $9 (it's cheaper in NY tho...)
*Went home and listened to my asshole neighbors yell...which brings us to now (10:00)
*I may nap soon if my neighbors shut their goddamn mouths
*Also I'm playing the annoying songs CD (of which I have 3 and Matthew gave me a 4th!!)
Current Location: my crappy apartment
Current Mood: underwhelmed
Current Music: Annoying Mix

loooooooooooooooooong time passed Jul. 5th, 2007 @ 10:28 pm
so its been many moons since i updated this...so i am compelled to write *something*

got a new job - 5 cents over minimum wage at a plastics shop. yay.

watched history channel 4th of july special; was quite disappointed in their portrayal of banastre tarleton, kinda left out some important info just to make his look more like a bastard...renewed my interest in him so i went back to the best site for ban research: www.banastretarleton.org
apparently, there's also a band by that name...
maybe i'll make some tarleton icons...

trying to sell shit on ebay to have money for otakon...buy my stuff...

making awesome jewelry to sell at later anime cons...(def. at katsu and maybe anime north)...cheap prices (probably nothing over $10, def. nothing over $15), great quality (i'm a perfectionist)
may start making parasols...those'd be more expensive...they take forevers
wanna do some collages, too...

anybody know any good sites for downloading j-rock/visual kei? i'm looking for aliene ma'riage among others... (you help me, i help you *wink wink*)
Current Location: ban land
Current Mood: curiouscurious
Current Music: hyde

fullfil your desires with cloned souls! Feb. 1st, 2007 @ 03:08 pm
Say you want something. You want something real bad. You are willing to sell your soul to get it. Okay, you go for it. Soul sold. Now what? Inevitably you are going to want something again just as bad. But now you don't have a soul. You don't have anything to bargain with. The Devil is just going to ignore you. But what if you could buy a soul yourself? Replace the one you already bargained away. At Secondhand Souls we have a soul for you. Now the Devil's going to take notice. We put the Devil on your other shoulder!
The problem is the cloned souls aren't that valuable to the Devil, let's face it. He knows it's a copy. Don't expect him to provide you with your biggest desire. The best you could hope for is maybe something small, maybe something like a sandwich if you're hungry. Of course, knowing the Devil, it would probably be a sandwich with thorns in it.
Current Location: snow
Current Mood: complacentcomplacent
Current Music: Brad's Song (Weiss Kreuz)

"Vivendo il sogno americano" Chap 18 Dec. 15th, 2006 @ 01:43 am
“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 18

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^

Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16978.html
Chapter 17: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/17235.html

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The next day, I confront Jorginson, who already sports a few bruises. I tell him never to touch Sonny again—or else. He only nods feebly. I think by now he figured to leave Sonny be.
They both have ISS, but in different rooms, of course. Having had ISS before, I know what to expect; Mr. Wilson is there for about half an hour in the morning and half an hour in the afternoon—he also stops in to tell you when lunch is. Other then that, you can pretty much do whatever you want. So Sonny spent his days playing on the internet.
Soon enough, though, it is time for Thanksgiving. I’m excited to get some time away from school and some time alone with Sonny. For Thanksgiving dinner, it’s just going to be Mom, Sonny, Evan, Veronica, and me. I’m shocked they’re still dating, but whatever floats their boat. He plans to have lunch with her family then have her over for dinner with us. Pigs. It is also my sincere hope that mom and I can have a civil meal together.

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We sit around the table getting ready to eat.
Sonny smiles at me, “Oh, I’m so hungry,” he whispers greedily.
I nod.
“I have an idea!” Veronica announces, “Why don’t we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for…” She pauses as everyone, except for me, nods. “Ok, why don’t you start, Mrs. Good?”
Mom smiles, “Alright, let’s see…I’m thankful for Evan, and for Sonny, for Veronica, too, for the dog, for this house, for my job, and for this meal.”
I knew I was left off the list purposefully and I knew she never was thankful that I existed, but it still hurt. But, like good guests, we ignore our hostess’ rudeness.
“Your turn, Evan,” Mom continues, smiling.
“Um, I’m thankful for family and friends and a girlfriend.”
“Veronica?” Mom looks at her.
“My turn?” Veronica smiles, “I’m thankful for my family and my friends and for Evan and his family. I’m also thankful to be healthy and safe.”
“Sonny?” Mom says, purposefully skipping over me.
“Oh, I’m thankful for both my families and especially my roommate, Matt,” he hugs me, “It’s your turn, Matt!” he proclaims.
“I’m thankful for Sonny,” I stare directly at my mom, “and for poverty and privatized health care and for greedy doctors.”
“Matthew! Those are not things to be thankful for!” Mom yells.
“Well, that’s what I’m thankful for.”
“You are awful.”
“Aw,” Sonny interjects, “Don’t say that, you’re hurting his feelings.”
“He doesn’t have feelings.”
“Of course he does! Everybody does. He has feelings and they are hurt!”
My mom’s mouth drops, “Well, Sonny, you haven’t known him for long. Once you’ve known him for 18 years, you’ll change your mind.”
“I don’t think I will; I like Matt. He is nice.”
I realize something just now—Sonny has done something for me that no one else—not even my own brother—has ever done: stood up for me against mom. Evan and Veronica just watch in silence.
“He’s a horrible child! Oh, Sonny, I never should have put you in the same room with him!”
I’ve had enough. I get up and walk out. Sonny follows me.
“Come back and eat.” Sonny urges, grabbing my arm.
“No. I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No.” he lies.
“Oh, Sonny, just go eat the goddamn food!”
“You, too,” he says, pulling me back into the kitchen. My mother glares.
I put my hands on Sonny’s shoulders and shove him into a chair.
“Stay.” I mutter and turn to leave. As I attempt to walk away, Sonny grabs my waist and tries to pull me back. I try to push him away but he doesn’t let go. Undaunted, I try to hurry out, figuring he’d have to release me anyway. As I head toward the exit, I end up dragging him and we both fall, Sonny with the chair in tow, unto the floor.
I scowl at him, but he starts to smile and begins to giggle. I just smile and shake my head in defeat.
“Matt!” Mother yells, “Sonny did he hurt you?! Are you okay, Sonny?”
“No and yes…let’s eat, now, okay?” Sonny asks, “Please?”
I stand up and help Sonny get up and set the chair back upright. He looks at me with big eyes.
“Fine, Sonny, you want me to eat…”
“Yes!” he interrupts, victoriously.
“You owe me later,” I whisper in his ear.
“Other way,” he murmurs back.
Mom ignores me the rest of dinner and I’m glad she’s over her bitch fit. Veronica mouths ‘sorry’ to me, and soon conversation continues as if the incident never occurred.
“So are you guys going shopping tomorrow?” Veronica asks.
“Are you crazy?” Mom teases, “Not with all those crazy people out!”
“Evan and I are going to go, right?” she asks Ev.
“I guess…”
“Whipped,” I whisper to my brother, but no sooner do the words leave my mouth than I hear Sonny saying:
“Can Matt and I come too?”
“Sure, but you gotta be up early…” she informs him.
“Okay!” he smiles at me.
“You can go,” I whisper.
“And so can you.”
My brother makes a whip sound at me. Damn it. Just wait until we’re alone, Sonny, I’ll get you back…I smile maniacally at him.
We arrange a time to meet with those two, who decide that Veronica will just spend the night rather than come here at like, 4 or 5 am. Sonny’s excited about taking part in another American culture. I tell him it’s over-rated, but he doesn’t care.
After dinner and dessert, Sonny and I go up to our room.
“So, why do I have to go?”
“It will be fun.”
I glare. “Y’know, you’re startin’ to get a little pushy.”
“I am not!”
“Bullshit!”
“I just want to do stuff with you—”
“Whether I want to or not.” I interrupt.
“No…”
“Yes.”
“Fine, don’t come. I won’t bother you anymore.” He looks sad and dejected.
“Sonny, don’t get all mopey…” I rub his shoulders. He looks up at me. I try to kiss him, but he turns his head.
“I don’t want to force you to do anything.”
“Sonny, come on, geez…”
“What else do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”
“Uh, so far all I can think of is today…oh, maybe Halloween—”
His eyes get wide, his lip quivers and he starts to cry, burying his head under the pillow.
I stare at him, confused. Why the hell is he crying over trick-or-treating?
Then it hits me: he’s not crying over that; Halloween night was the first time we ever had sex. He thinks I regret…oh, no.
“Sonny,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. He shrugs me off, and I turn him around to face me.
“Sonny, you totally misunderstood me—” I wipe away his tears.
“No…it’s okay…I get it…I’m sorry.”
“No, no, no. I’m talking about dressing up not…sex, ‘cause that was great…”
“I never meant to force you to do that…”
“You didn’t force me to sleep with you, I wanted to.”
“You said yourself I’m pushy.”
“I was half kidding. I wasn’t being serious. I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say, kissing his cheek, “Besides,” I continue, blushing, “I kinda like it when you take control in bed sometimes…”
“You do?”
“Yeah…it’s sexy.”
“But you don’t like me out of bed.”
“Of course I do. I love you all the time…I’m just kinda flustered right now, I guess…but I will go with you tomorrow; it’s just that I was making fun of Evan and then, yeah…”
“Don’t go; you don’t want to.”
“I’ll go because I know you’ll make it fun.”
“How will I do that?”
“Like you make everything else more fun; you just do.”
“Really? Are you lying?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not lying; you’re just a fun person.”
“A fun pushy person.”
“Oh, stop.” I hug him tightly, cursing myself for starting this stupid fight. He hugs me back, but I know I’ve ruined something. I just know he’s not going to be as sexual because of my big mouth. If I could kick my own ass…
I kiss Sonny’s lips. He kisses back, but breaks it to ask:
“So do you want me to be pushy or not?”
“I want you to be what you want to be.”
“…Ok.” He hugs me. I kiss his neck. I then move us into a lying position on the bed. We cuddle and kiss, but I think I ruined any possibility for getting any action sexually.
Either way, I decide to push my luck; I move myself on top of him and slide my hand into his pants. He moans at my touch.
“Hey,” he whispers as I caress him. His arms wrap around me.
We hear my mother out in the hallway. I ignore her and keep kissing Sonny, until we hear:
“Veronica, do you have any tampons? I’m fresh out.”
Sonny starts giggling uncontrollably. Oh, god, shut up, Mom! I try to resume what I was doing, kissing his neck as he laughs.
“Thank you so much. Oh, Evan, don’t give me that look.” We hear Mom say. Evan says something about Midol and Sonny snorts. He pushes me off of him, holding his stomach as he laughs.
“I hate my family.” I mutter. “I’m surprised you even know what a tampon is.”
“I see TV,” he replies between bouts of laughter.
“We’re not gonna be doing anything anymore are we?”
“I don’t think I can enjoy it when that is in my head.”
“True...Oh, how I hate them so.”
We turn on the TV and watch some comedy and decide to go to bed before it gets to late, so we can get up and get going bright and early tomorrow morning.



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PS: Sorry it took so long to update; things have gone insanely out of control. I.e. reasearch reports, finals, and apparantly getting arrested without my own knowledge. Yep, apparently it ISN'T illegal for the cops NOT tell someone you've arrested them... Go American justice system...
Current Location: craphole, pa
Current Music: Rammstein

Dec. 12th, 2006 @ 12:20 am
so i was arrested, however i was not there at the time of my arrest. my boss who wouldnt pay me filed disorderly conduct (for sayin' bad words after she mocked me and didnt pay me for 4 weeks) against me. i wrote to her boss, citing her as unprofessional, etc and now she filed a lawsuit against me a MONTH later 'cause i got her in trouble, and apparently, i was arrested nov. 30th at mcnerny hall, of which i was unaware. so apparently the NEWSPAPER knew about my arrest before i did.
so much for free speech.
i actually called 24-hour counselling services balling my eyes out. there has only been one time where i have felt this rotten, this worthless and that was when i was sexually assaulted. oddly, enough i feel worse NOW, maybe 'cause everytime i'm in a situation like this, i have no one to turn to, those i try to confide in are too busy, but probably 'cause i'm poor and in trouble for exercising my 1st amendment RIGHTS. but i guess the constitution doesn't matter any more, anyway
i'd love to charge her with 'pain & suffering'
and maybe, just maybe, i'll be able to look back on this without the pain in my chest.
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» "Vivendo il sogno americano" Chap 17
“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 17

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^

Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16978.html


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“Who hit you?!” I demand as we enter the house.
“I got into fight.”
“Who?” I repeat. Sonny stares at me without saying a word. He just sits silently on the couch.
I sigh, “What happened?” I sit beside him.
“This kid—”
“Who?!” I insist
“Jorginson.” Evan informs me, eating an apple.
I look at Sonny who’s glaring at my brother.
“Go on.”
“Why don’t you have Evan tell you?”
“Sonny, please tell me what happened.”
“Then listen.”
I nod.
“Ok, well we were talk about US intervention overseas, and I asked why America go into other countries without good reason. And he said it was because America was better than all the other countries. He said it was America’s right and duty. And I said America was not better than the world. And he said they have more money, which is true, but it doesn’t make them better. I said there is also lots of crime here. And he mentioned the mafia. And I said at least they know of justice. He asked how and I said if someone kill a person without good reason, they die. Here they get ten years in jail. How is that fair? That victim’s live is over, yet the killer lives?! How many must you kill before you die? In the Don’s land, you kill, you die, you rape, it is cut off, you steal, you pay back double or lose a finger or two. That is justice—eye for eye. He said that was stupid and the Don was killer. I said there was good reason—is different. He didn’t see the different. So I gave him a example: My aunt got pregnant with her lover who was already married—but she didn’t know that. He didn’t want wife to know so he kill her. My mom went to the Don and told him. The next day, we receive gifts and he was dead. But if that had happened here, he could have paid his way out or gone to jail for ten or twenty years. That is not justice.
“Then he said that if my aunt wasn’t a slut…Typical American: blame the victim. But I got so mad I jump from my seat and tackle him on ground. I punch him and say never talk about my family. He shove me and we fight. We get in school uspension. I think mom will be mad at me.”
“Wow.” I’ll freakin’ kill this kid. I pet Sonny’s hair. “Don’t worry about it. Let me go get something for your bruises.”
I head into the kitchen. Evan follows me.
“Don’t start feelin’ all bad for him…”
“Why?” I ask, rummaging in the cabinets.
“Jorginson is like 6 foot. Sonny knocked him to the ground and started pummeling the shit outta him. It took him and another dude to get Sonny off! Only then, when he was on his feet, could he fight back. Yeah, Sonny got a few hits to the face and one to the stomach, but he gave out a ton more. He got a good crotch-shot too.”
“Jorginson got his ass kicked by little Sonny?”
He nods.
“Bull.”
“I got proof.”
“Good.”
Evan takes out his phone and shows me a video of the fight. He wasn’t lying. Sonny was pissed.
“Why didn’t you help?” I ask, smacking him upside the head.
“I wasn’t gonna get involved; plus he had it taken care of anyway.”
“No, he didn’t. He still got hurt.” I grab the cream I wanted and go back to the living room, Evan in tow.
“This’ll take away the mark.” I sit by him. “Close your eyes. I’ll put it on for you.” He complies and I put it on as gently as I can.
“There!” I say once I’ve finished. He smiles as Mom walks in.
“Matthew!” she screams, “What did you do to him?!” She raises her arm to smack me, but Sonny stops her.
“No! I wasn’t Matt. I got into fight at school.” He looks down and hands her the paper to sign.
I glare at her. Why am I always suspect number one? And why isn’t Evan number two?
“Matt, don’t teach him to fight in school!”
I knew this would somehow be my fault.
“No, see, it wasn’t my fault, he got into a fight because someone said something bad about his family. If someone said something bad about you I’d just laugh and agree.”
“You are awful.” She glares at me. I smile innocently.
“Sonny, fighting isn’t the answer.” She says, petting his hair.
“I know, but no one says that my aunt was dumb. No one blames her for getting killed—”
“What?!”
Sonny tells Mom what he told me. She decides that was a good enough reason, and not punish him (although, what could she really do anyway?). She warns him not to do it again. He nods and we go to the room.
I hug him and try to kiss him, but he’s not in the mood. He flops on his bed. I sit on the edge watching him.
“I miss my family.” He whispers.
“Call them,” I hand him my cell.
“But it’s long distance.”
“Not on a cell.”
“Really?” His face lights up as he dials the number. Soon he’s speaking rapid Sicilian. Some of which I’m able to pick up, due to our ‘lessons’ which have been going really well, actually.
While he chats, I go online. I talk to Derek on instant messenger and find out what he and Trav wanted to do yesterday evening: set off fireworks in the park. He said they saved ‘em for tonight and not to cop out or we’d miss them. He said they’d pick us up at 11. I tell him about Sonny’s fight. He, too, wants to see Evan’s video. I tell him I’ll have Ev send it to me. He says Ev can come along, so I invite him (via AIM ‘cause I’m too lazy to walk across the hall). He agrees and I tell him he better not be a prick or his ass is grass.

Sonny, Evan and I are standing outside ten minutes before 11, waiting. Sonny’s in a better mood, his head resting on my arm.
“You smell like love.” Sonny informs me.
“Huh?”
“You just do.”
He snuggles into me, sniffing my chest. I laugh.
“You guys are weird.” Evan raises an eyebrow at us.
“Do you want to smell him?”
“No, thanks, I’ve smelled his stinky ass for 16 years, thank you very much.”
Derek and Travis pull up in Derek’s mom’s van. We climb in.
“Ya good today, Matt, no raging erections?” Trav mocks.
“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes.
“Smuggling any squirrels in you pants?” Der adds.
“Yes, one for each of you.”
“Sweet,” Trav says.
“You go about your business when we left?” Derek asks.
“Hell yes! We made our own fireworks.” I wink.
“He’s lying.” Sonny announces. “We had sex instead.”
Everybody starts laughing. I give Sonny a weird look and he just smiles. Sometimes I really don’t get him.
We arrive at the park and start setting the fireworks up. Sonny’s excited and wants to make sure he gets to set some off. All five of us grab one and set them off at the same time. We set some off on the playground, just for the hell of it.
In the excitement, I lost Sonny. I look around the playground. I lean against one of those little tunnels kids crawl through.
“Ev, where’s Son?”
“He was right by you…”
“I know he was…”
Evan starts laughing and points behind me. I turn to see an eye watching me from one of the holes in the tunnel.
“Sonny, get outta there!”
I hear him giggling inside.
“Go in and get him!” Ev suggests.
Still inside, Sonny screams.
“Pwned!” We hear Travis scream from inside the tunnel.
“Looks like Trav already got him.” I say.
They both come out and we continue setting off the fireworks until they’re gone. Once they are gone, Sonny takes to the swings. Travis runs over there, Derek following right behind him.
“What’s the rush?” I ask as Evan takes off too. I walk over and instantly I realize what it was. There are 5 regular swings and 1 oversized baby swing.
“You cunts! Give the tallest one the baby swing, you asses!”
“You’ll fit,” Evan teases, “It’s for big babies.” I debate attacking my brother for the swing, but decide I don’t have the energy. I eye the swing, deciding to take my chances.
I shimmy myself into it as they laugh. I don’t quite fit.
“My ass is too big!” I inform them, standing back up. Sonny jumps off his swing and comes over. He plops into the swing.
“Push?”
I smile, “Sure.” It’s been a long time since I’ve pushed someone on a swing. Oh, well, if that’s what he wants…I keep pushing him until, without warning he leaps from the swing. He lands on his feet, smiling.
“Ya coulda warned me.” I chide.
“Ok, I jump.”
“A little late now.”

We get home a little after 2 AM. Sonny fell asleep on the car ride home. I carry him up to bed and lay him down gently. He moans and opens his eyes a little. I kiss his forehead. He smiles and goes back to sleep.
I smile back at him.
Jorginson is a dead man.



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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is what inspired Sonny's beatin.'
Blind Patriotism: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16149.html

Also "fire works" translated into Italian came out as impianti del fuoco literally "systems of the fire"
» "Vivendo il sogno americano" Chap 16
“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 16

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^

Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html


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As we near Thanksgiving, mother seems in a festive mood. She bought a giant inflatable turkey for the front yard, and now it’s Evan and my duty to put the damn thing up. Sonny is excited; he wants to help.
“This is fucking stupid,” I mutter as we pull the damn thing out of its box. It’s 30 feet tall.
Evan smiles and says in a preppy voice, “But maybe we’ll be the talk of the neighborhood for two minutes.”
I roll my eyes, “Yeah, they’ll be all like, ‘what a cunt.’” I say, mocking mom.
“We don’t have an air compressor pump do we?” I ask.
“We have one for the bike…”
“That helps…Ah, this is so stupid!” I groan.
“So are you but we keep you around.”
“Blow me.”
“Like the turkey!” Sonny announces, gleefully.
I raise my eyebrows, “Oh…kay, Sonny…”
Sonny smiles happily.
“I’ll get the bike pump,” Evan declares, heading for the garage. I debate making a comment about a dick pump, but I let it pass.
Sonny flops down on the grass and stares up at me.
“Why are you so happy, huh?”
“I don’t know, but I bet that turkey will be fun…”
“Um, how?”
“How can it not be?”
“Whatever,” I walk over to him and put my foot lightly on his chest. “Now what?”
“Now I can make you fall down,” he grabs my foot.
“Don’t make me hurt you, little boy!”
He giggles, but doesn’t let go.
“Oh, don’t make me go all WWF on your ass…” I kneel down, my foot still in his grasp.
“This is uncomfortable,” I murmur.
“Your own fault.”
“I can so kick you in the face right now!” I inform him.
“But you won’t.”
“I know,” I mutter dejectedly, looking down.
“Awww…” he lets go of my foot, smiling.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Evan asks.
I look over at him, “You get the air pump?”
“No, a gnome stole it on the way over here,” he holds the pump up and shakes it at me.
Sonny stares at us blankly, “Travelocity?”
I laugh, “You have been watching too much TV!”
“That’s probably the only gnome he’s come in contact with…” Evan mutters.
“Lucky; I hate them things…”
“Here,” Evan hands me the pump.
“You!” I hand it back.
“Me!” Sonny squeals, grabbing it.
“And just what do you think you’re going to do with that?” I tease.
“Blow the turkey,” he smiles.
Evan and I geek out as Sonny inspects the turkey.
“Where is the hole?”
Evan and I geek even more. I wonder if Sonny knows what he’s saying.
“Found it!” he yells, proceeding to start to blow it up slowly.
“I don’t know if it’s working…” Sonny mumbles.
“Well, is it in yet?” Evan asks.
I laugh.
“Yes, see?” He holds up the turkey.
“Doesn’t look like the turkey can feel it…” I add.
“No, I guess not,” Sonny stares at the turkey, “Come on, get big!”
Evan and I are laughing so much we’re snorting. Sonny gives us a confused look.
Mom sticks her head out the window, “What are you idiots doing?”
“Blowing a turkey,” I reply.
“Why don’t you use the air compressor?”
“I didn’t know we had one,” Evan says.
She rolls her eyes, “Come on, I’ll show you.”
The three of us follow her into the bowels of the garage and discover there is, in fact, an air compressor.
“Huh. Who’d a thought?” I ponder.
“Go,” she says, chasing us back out into the yard.
“Will this blow better and make him big?” Sonny asks excitedly.
Evan and I start laughing again. He has to understand the double meaning…
“You like puns, eh?” I ask.
“Pun.” He repeats.
“Never mind,” I sigh.
With our new weapon, it doesn’t take long to inflate the dumb turkey. After it reaches its full size, Sonny hugs it and, like the nerds we are, we take pictures with it. Sonny giggles, having fun bouncing off it.
Evan and I watch him, “He is such a dork,” I whisper.
“Just a bit.”
“Come on! Play with me!” Sonny announces loudly. I blush.
“Sonny!” I chide.
“Huh?”
“Don’t scream that!”
“Why?”
“Just don’t.” I walk over to where he is and ‘play’ with him and the turkey.
“Get your ass over here, Evan!” I yell.
“But I’m the photographer..."
“Now!”
We fool around with the turkey, until it gets dark and mom bitches at us to stop.
“You know,” Evan whispers to me, “We ought to take Son to one of them Thanksgiving festival things when they have a Dino Jump.”
“It’s be fun to fuck in one a those…” I mutter.
Evan gives me an odd look.
We go into the house and an overly hyper Sonny and I head to our room.
“What is with you today?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
I hug him tightly, “Well, figure it out,” I tease him.
“You.”
I smile and kiss him, sitting with him on my bed, grabbing the stereo remote and turning it on. By now, there is really no point to us having separate beds (except, of course, for the, um, maternal reason...oh, how I hate her). We usually sleep in my bed, but we use both beds for sex. One needs a little bit of variety.
I have also since discovered Sonny is open to try new things in the bedroom. He can get a little crazy sometimes, but I love it.
Out of nowhere, he shoves me on my back and sits on my stomach. He pins my hands back and kisses my lips passionately. I don’t know what he’s planning, but from the urgency of his kisses, I’m sure it’ll be good.
He breaks our kiss. He smiles down at me and whispers, “If I let your hands go, will you be good?”
I nod fervently.
“That’s good,” he says, letting go of my hands. He moves himself down, sitting on my thighs. He undoes my belt. And, smiling evilly at me, he holds it in his hands, contemplating its usefullness. He decides against it and tosses the belt aside.
“You need furry handcuffs,” he teases.
“You do.”
“Shhh.” He puts his finger to my lips. I lick and suck at it. He smiles seductively as he caresses my growing erection through my pants.
He pulls his finger from my mouth and undoes my jeans. He smiles and kisses me through my boxers. I moan a little, wishing he would hurry. He moves the boxers aside, revealing my fully erect penis.
He moves his mouth closer to me; I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
But before he has a chance to go any further, there’s knock on my door.
You can’t be serious!
“Go away!” I yell.
“It’s me and Trav,” I hear Derek say through the door. Sonny puts my boxers back in place and zips up my jeans.
“No,” I whisper at him.
“Hello?” Trav calls.
He gets up off of me and motions to the door. Pissed, I walk to the door with him.
I open it and grumble angrily, “What?”
“Just seein’ if you wanted to go—” Derek starts
“No!” I hiss, cutting him off. I don’t want him to say something else Sonny would be interested in doing. “We’ll do it tomorrow!”
“We were just gonna go to—”
“No!” I snap again, pointing down to my crotch, “We’re busy.”
“Shit, Matt!” Travis, says, his eyes wide.
“Yeah, see ya later,” I reply, attempting to close the door.
“Where you going?” Sonny asks.
“No place,” I answer.
“We can do it later…” Derek suggests, staring at my pants.
“Yeah, later, thanks for the thought, bye!” I close the door quickly.
“We should’ve gone,” Sonny teases.
“No, no, no,” I grab his hand and drag him back to the bed. I lay down like I was before, pulling him on top of me. I unzip my pants.
He watches me, saying nothing.
“Where were we?”
“I don’t know if I want to anymore…”
“Of course you do!”
“Mood’s ruined.”
“No it’s not!”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Sonny. You can’t do this to me.”
“Hmmm…” he murmurs, staring off.
“Pleeaaaaseee?” I whine.
He looks down at me without a word.
“Please, Sonny? I’m begging.”
He pokes my erection.
“Please? I need you…”
He moves off of me.
“Sonny, pl—”
“Shhh.”
I look at him with sad, pleading eyes.
“Take off your pants.”
I smile, and eagerly comply. I take my shirt off as well, and lay back down naked.
“I didn’t tell you take off your shirt…”
“Sorry.” God, if he doesn’t do something to me soon, I’m going to do something to me!
He’s having way too much fun teasing. He sits on my bed and kisses my lips tenderly. I kiss him back, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He makes no other move to touch me. Desperate, I begin to fondle myself. He smacks my hand away.
“No touch.”
“I need it. Please, Sonny?” I beg again. He smiles, placing his hand where mine was. I moan loudly under his touch. He moves down. Again, I feel his breath on my skin. He kisses the tip lightly. I want so badly to push myself into his mouth, or rather just push his head down. But I don’t dare to. I know if I did, he’d bite me. It happened before. He didn’t bite enough to really hurt (not that it was pleasant), just enough to get my attention and for me to learn not to do it.
Deciding he’s teased me enough, he licks the head. His mouth soon engulfs me, licking me everywhere. I moan rather loudly. Instinctively, I put my hands in his hair, being careful to force his head down; he really hates that. As he sucks on me, his hands explore other places in that area. He rubs his finger on my perineum.
“Oh god,” I moan breathlessly, “That feels so good.”
He can tell that I’m getting close and quickens his pace.
I moan loudly, pushing myself further into his mouth as I cum. I didn’t mean to, but he doesn’t bite me.
He sits up as I try to catch my breath. I pull him close and hug him tightly.
“I should have bit you.” He whispers.
“I’m sorry.”
“I would have bit you but it didn’t want to hurt you then.”
“Thanks.” I kiss him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He stands up. I whine, wanting to cuddle. He takes off his shirt slowly. I smile, watching his show. He takes off his belt and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Maybe I will tie your hands next time.”
“What if I tie you?”
He giggles, shaking his head. He discards his pants and underwear and climbs back into bed with me. I put my fingers in my mouth, my other hand caressing his back. I take my fingers from my mouth and kiss him. While we kiss, I slip a finger inside of him. He moans into my mouth as I insert another finger.
I attempt to shift my body so that I’m on top. Sonny won’t have it, pushing me firmly back down. Still kissing, he reaches behind us and grabs the lube (of which we now have a good supply). I take my fingers out of him and he moans, breaking our kiss. He sits up on my thighs. He pours some on his hand, rubbing it onto me. I moan as he does this. Once, I’ve been generously lubed, he hands me the bottle. I put it on the dresser behind me. He positions himself over me, sitting on my erection. We both moan loudly as I enter him. He situates himself on me, getting used to it. I try to sit up to assist, but he pushes me back down, keeping his hands on my chest. He moves his hips up and down, trying to find which movements feel best. I move my hips in time with him. He seems to like this, so I keep it up. I caress his erection; by now he’s almost screaming. He’s never quiet during sex (thank god) but he’s especially vocal today, which just gets me more turned on.
I smile up at him. God, he’s gorgeous. I’m mesmerized by the way his body moves, as well as how his body feels.
His legs start to shake a little, as my hand gets a little wet with pre-cum.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“You are too,” he manages between moans, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Sonny.”
He starts to move faster; so do I. He grabs my free hand and holds it. I smile. He attempts a smile back, between his screams of pleasure.
I’m getting close; I try to hold back. I don’t want to finish before him. Luckily, he’s pretty close too.
He cums onto my hand with a loud scream. I follow soon after, causing him to scream again. He collapses unto my chest, exhausted, with me still inside of him. I hold him for a few minutes while we catch our breath. Then I pick him up a bit and pull myself out. He moans, cuddling into me.
“You’re loud today,” I comment, petting his hair
“Maybe it was all the teasing.” He pauses. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be! I thought it was hot.”
I smile as he yawns. I pull the blankets over us.

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The next morning, we wake up to the sound of Satan, my alarm clock.
“Goddamn.” I mutter, yawning. He moans, shutting it off. He gets up, still naked, and stretches. I watch him, waking up. I smile, pulling him close to me and touching his member.
“Not in the morning, Matt.”
“It’ll wake you up…”
He groans, “We’ll miss the bus.”
“No, we won’t.”
“No.”
Undaunted, I keep touching him. "Aw, come on..."
“No.” He says again firmly. Deciding he probably means it, I stop.
We get dressed and head off to school, were we talk about pilgrims and how great America is. Yay.

Unfortunately, I’m late getting on the bus after school (I almost missed it) and the seats next to Sonny and Evan are taken. So I sit up front with the uber nerds who are discussing Star Trek. Oh, how I hate them.
I get off the bus first, followed by those two. When I turn to face them, I see Sonny has a black eye. I can also see a bit of dried blood under his nose. I am livid pissed. No one hurts him. No one.
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