"Love and Dark Rooms" A futa on male story with punk influences

Okay this is my first story and I'm not good with grammar and spelling but i just hope that its entertaining. No actual sex til chapter two though. Happy reading

Chapter One

"So are you looking forward to the new apartment?" My mother looked back at me I was cramped in the car with my knees up near my face, a comforter over my legs ,and a fast rock-heavy techno beat bumping in my right ear. "Bowie seems like a beautiful place." She turns to look back at the road.

"Yeah" My forehead was looking out the frosted glass watching as the scenery blurred past and semi trucks roared around us. Yeah had been my fall back comeback in these one-sided car conversations that happened every other month.

"I've been told that the high school there is very nice, and they have a lot of kids like uh like you." She turned and smiled at me again ,but I was entranced with the passing scenery. In my last school I had a few friends and a few enemies and a crush on a cute hardcore girl. I was too shy to talk to her, I spent most of my time messing with my music software.

"Yeah" Soon my thoughts went to the kids that weren't so cool. Jocks that called me metal face, religous nuts that called me a heathen, and parents that told their kids to not talk to me. Sure i had snake bites, and gauged ears but some treated me like the plague. My hair flowed down to my collarbone held place by a beanie, which accented my thin and long body. I was almost six foot one.

"Well i hope you like it better than our place we had in Virginia. You got into the wrong crowd down there" Once again she turned to look at me with concern in her eyes. My mom was a caring person ,but she was also a heavy smoker. She lit up a cigarette and cracked the window to alleviate the smoke. I pulled my comforter over my mouth to filter the smell; I was a slightly allergic and she was slightly addicted.

"Yeah" Being in the wrong crowd or not making friends, my mother couldn't decide between which. When anything illegal happens I always seem to disappear, and when i'm in a social situations i also seem to disappear. I look ahead and see Bowie was already upon us, and a billboard caught my attention about a concert for a local hardcore band, The Witches of Mary. All four member were hot girls, milky white skin and piercings on sexy musicians.

"Looks like you'll have something to look forward to." Looking at me I continue to stare out the window slightly angling my head to see the billboard longer. I hid a shy smile under my warm comforter, and looked forward to this move a little more than usual. The track changes over to a slower more jazzy techno with some lovely riffs from an electric guitar.

"Yeah.”

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Our apartment was on the bottom floor of a very normal looking apartment building, neither rundown or perfect. I had enough practice to know to only grab my essentials for the first d