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“Vivendo il sogno americano”

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13 now for language, alcohol use and implied sex, will lean more to R (or possibly NC-17) in later chapters
POV: Matt’s mostly and occasionally the 3rd person
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis (might be others as the story progresses)
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…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…


I yawn as I head home rather late in the afternoon. It is mid-August and the sun is too bright. I think back to yesterday and try to remember what happened. Derek, Trav and a couple other guys were having a party. I had to “borrow” 20 bucks from Evan. By borrowing, I mean I kinda just took it without him knowing—I’m gonna pay him back when I get money. That kid always has cash; he won’t even notice. Unlike me, who works occasionally part-time at the music shop, Evan has a good-paying, more steady job at a café. Stupid Evan. Anyway, I used the money to get some beer. Derek, Trav and I were so wasted. I don’t remember much accept I woke up naked next to Derek. Travis is gonna fucking flip shit if he ever finds out. (He already has claim to Derek.) I got dressed and hurried to the kitchen. I was the first one up, remarkably, so hopefully nobody else knows. Damn drunken gay orgies (and my not remembering them). I’m guessing I probably initiated things. I’m one of those “I love you, man” kinds of drunks; I like to hug and cuddle and kiss and occasionally pull people on top of me or crawl on top of other people…so it’s probably my fault.
Oh well, if nobody else knows then it’s not a problem, right? Once everybody else was up and we purged all the beer from our systems, we had a huge video game tournament, which Jon cheated in. I swear, he did—which is why I lost. Fucker.
By now, I’m almost home. I look at my watch, 5:17. I yawn again and open the door to the house. I walk in and see my mom sitting on a chair in the living room.
“Oh, Matt,” she says, “We have to have a family talk.”
Great, I think, it’s gonna be about me drinking, isn’t it? I’m 18; I do what I want, dammit!
“Evan!” she yells upstairs. I sigh heavily and sit on the couch across from her. Evan soon stampedes down the steps.
“Fucking elephant,” I mumble at him. He sits next to me on the couch and gives me the I-know-what-you-were-doing-last-night look. I flick his head.
“Boys,” mom starts, “I have something very important to tell you—”
“Evan’s adopted,” I interject quickly. He punches my shoulder. I laugh.
“No, Matt, no one’s adopted.” I pretend to be disappointed. “Well, you see, they’ll be a temporary new addition to the house…”
“I hope it’s a pool,” I say.
Mom rolls her eyes, annoyed with my interruptions. “No, We are going to be the host family for a little Italian boy.”
“What?” I ask. Evan and I shoot each other confused looks.
“We’re gonna have a little foreign exchange student living with us this school year.”
“Um, how ‘bout, no?” I say. What a dumb idea.
“How about too bad. You’re going to have to get used to another boy in the house.”
“Mom,” I say, slightly pissed off, “Foreign exchange students are douchebags—seriously, they are. Our school’s had a bunch of ‘em and they’re all assholes. I don’t want one of those assholes living with us.”
“Matt, calm down, he’s a good kid.” She sighs.
“Translation: he’s a douchbag, kids.” Evan smiles at that.
“Matt, you don’t even know him. Give him a chance.”
“I don’t need to know him. Luigi ain’t stayin’ here.” Evan suppresses laughter. I’m pissed.
“His name is not Luigi, it’s Sonny.”
“How old is Sonny?” Evan asks.
“The last thing I need is another 16 year old brat running around the damn house. Fuck this kid.”
“Matthew!” she scolds, “It doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s already been arranged.”
“Then un-arrange it. Tell ‘em your kids are assholes and you don’t think this’ll be a good home for little Sonny.”
“My asshole kids are just gonna have to cope with it, ‘cause he’s staying here. He’ll be here next week.”
“What the fuck?!” I yell standing up, “We don’t get any fucking say?! This is so fucking stupid! You don’t even give the kids you have the time of day, and now you want another fucking kid in the house?! Where the hell you gonna put him, up your fat ass?!”
“Matthew! Watch your mouth! You live in my house, little boy, you live with my decisions.”
“You’re a cunt.” I say as I walk towards the stairs.
“Well, you’re a mistake. Go to your damn room and don’t come out!” she yells.
“That’s what I was doin’.” I say in a mock-retard voice.
As I walk up the stairs, I hear her mumble about wishing I’d never been born. Fuck her. I go to my room and slam the door. I shove my wheeled-bookshelf over and punch the wall. I need to vent. I punch the wall over and over until my hand starts to bleed. I let out a heavy sigh and stare at the wall. Two new holes, making a total of 19. I shove the bookshelf back into place to cover the holes.
I flop down on my bad and think to myself. I don’t want this fucking kid in my house. Exchange students are assholes. We’ve had a bunch already at school. We had one idiot from England who was all preppy and nerdy. Everyone made fun of this kid. We used to beat him up saying that it was an ‘American tradition.’ Then we had a kid from Mexico that ratted out one of my stoner buddies. There was also that missionary kid from Africa who would rant about how she hated Americans. Not to mention the kid from Belgium that tried to steal my girlfriend at the time. We broke up because she slept with him. And now one of those fuckers gets to live with me. Joy of joys.
Then an evil idea forms in my head. I’m gonna make this kid’s life a living hell. If I do that, he’ll be begging to go home in a month or two. No more Sonny. I smile. I could do shit and blame it on him…but mom might catch on…not if Derek and Travis help me out—and they will. The three of us are gonna fuck this kid over good. I hope his English is bad—that’ll make it easier. Maybe this’ll be fun after all. I stare up at the ceiling and plot of what all to do to this kid.

Unbeknownst to me, as I lay up in my bed, my brother is down stairs stabbing me in the back.

Evan found 20 dollars missing last night and knew exactly where it went. Matt was always taking stuff that wasn’t his, as if no one would notice. When they found out about the exchange student, that gave Evan the perfect idea for revenge.
After Matt stormed off, Evan turned to his mother, “Mom, I think Matt just wants attention.”
“Probably,” she sighed.
“I have an idea. I think Matt will warm up to Sonny when he gets here. Matt’s usually a friendly guy…”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. And besides Matt likes Italian culture.”
“He does?”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of it in that anime stuff he likes,” Evan lies.
“Anyway, I was thinking, since you didn’t seem quite sure where to put him, instead of the basement, why not put him in Matt’s room?”
“You think that’ll work?”
“Sure. Italians are usually Catholic, so he’ll keep Matt outta trouble, y’know stop him from doing…inappropriate things. He’ll be a good influence on Matt, and it would force Matt to tidy up his room. Plus, Matt has a big room, anyway.”
“Hmmm…” she thought about it briefly. “When he leaves again, help me clean his room and get it ready for Sonny.”
“Ok,” Evan agrees.
“I don’t want to do it too soon. I don’t want him to have time to mess it all up again—we have to do it last minute.” Their mother says thoughtfully.
Evan nods.

To Evan this was definitely worth his 20 dollars.
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Date:September 8th, 2006 08:44 pm (UTC)
This has absolutely nothing to do with your story...I know your like a genius when it comes to WWII, and i would appreciate it if you could help me.

I have to analyze a picture, and i got one with a bunch of people in a line holding signs that say "Free YAWF leaders jailed for aiding anti-war G.I.s" and on the other side of them are a bunch of guys in military uniforms.They are satnding in a field and there is a fire in the background.

YAWF(Youth Against War And Fascism)-could you tell me a little bit about them?

ily, thanks =D
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