Note: the following is inspired by pre-existing characters, albeit in a fictional scenario. And since the names have been changed, there's no rule against it.
MAC AND MILTON AT AGE 18
Mac Stillson was a troublemaker. A bad seed. An apparent lost cause, if you will. But Milton Van Der Hauser was the only one who saw him differently.
Milton was the ultimate geek. As a kid, he was short, puny, big Coke-bottle glasses, goofy clothes, and squeaky voice. But puberty has not been that unkind. He has never gotten a zit, he shot up like a weed (from 4'6" to 6'4"), and went from skinny to pretty lean (not quite a "swimmer's build", but he would not be too far away from working towards one). But one thing that remained constant was his cherry-cola-colored red hair.
And Mac? As a kid, he was almost a half-foot taller than Milton with spiky hair and a weaselly face. Puberty turned him into quite the eye-catcher. He was actually a few inches SHORTER than Milton, but was very muscular (with broad shoulders, flared-out lats, a killer six-pack and tight legs) and pretty handsome.
One day, or more specifically, the day Milton turned 18, he was walking over to Mac's house. But just then, out of nowhere came Markus, the local bully.
"Hey, dingus. Howzabout a hertz donut?"
Regardless of his answer, Markus would wail on Milton. Milton was in pretty good shape, but Markus was a fucking brick shithouse that could probably hammer toss a Volkswagon.
Some minutes later, Milton's lean legs pumped hard as he dashed away from Markus, whose running speed was pretty weak.
*BA-BA-BA-BANG*
*BA-BA-BA-BANG*
He repeatedly banged on Mac's door, until Mac answered.
"Jesus, Mill. Did you pick a fight with a rhino?"
He joked, but Mac did so with a sense of urgency and concern. Mac may have been a rotten thug, but when it came to Milton, he was strictly full of concern and protective.
"C'min. Lay on the couch and I'll grab the first-aid kit."
He walked to the couch.
Mac came in with the kit. "Take your shirt off," Mac said.
Milton did just that, revealing a pretty lean body, hairless except for a trail of hair from just a few inches above his navel to his genitals which Mac has never seen. That was one thing about them is that they never wanted to see each other naked. Why? Who knew?
He began to apply some rubbing alcohol to Milton's wounds. Milton winced
After that, he began to dress his wounds, when suddenly... Milton's hand clutched Mac's. Their eyes met, and suddenly, they realized something they might have figured out subconsciously, but now just realized... Milton loved Mac. But did Mac feel the same way?
MAC AND MILTON AT AGE 18
Mac Stillson was a troublemaker. A bad seed. An apparent lost cause, if you will. But Milton Van Der Hauser was the only one who saw him differently.
Milton was the ultimate geek. As a kid, he was short, puny, big Coke-bottle glasses, goofy clothes, and squeaky voice. But puberty has not been that unkind. He has never gotten a zit, he shot up like a weed (from 4'6" to 6'4"), and went from skinny to pretty lean (not quite a "swimmer's build", but he would not be too far away from working towards one). But one thing that remained constant was his cherry-cola-colored red hair.
And Mac? As a kid, he was almost a half-foot taller than Milton with spiky hair and a weaselly face. Puberty turned him into quite the eye-catcher. He was actually a few inches SHORTER than Milton, but was very muscular (with broad shoulders, flared-out lats, a killer six-pack and tight legs) and pretty handsome.
One day, or more specifically, the day Milton turned 18, he was walking over to Mac's house. But just then, out of nowhere came Markus, the local bully.
"Hey, dingus. Howzabout a hertz donut?"
Regardless of his answer, Markus would wail on Milton. Milton was in pretty good shape, but Markus was a fucking brick shithouse that could probably hammer toss a Volkswagon.
Some minutes later, Milton's lean legs pumped hard as he dashed away from Markus, whose running speed was pretty weak.
*BA-BA-BA-BANG*
*BA-BA-BA-BANG*
He repeatedly banged on Mac's door, until Mac answered.
"Jesus, Mill. Did you pick a fight with a rhino?"
He joked, but Mac did so with a sense of urgency and concern. Mac may have been a rotten thug, but when it came to Milton, he was strictly full of concern and protective.
"C'min. Lay on the couch and I'll grab the first-aid kit."
He walked to the couch.
Mac came in with the kit. "Take your shirt off," Mac said.
Milton did just that, revealing a pretty lean body, hairless except for a trail of hair from just a few inches above his navel to his genitals which Mac has never seen. That was one thing about them is that they never wanted to see each other naked. Why? Who knew?
He began to apply some rubbing alcohol to Milton's wounds. Milton winced
After that, he began to dress his wounds, when suddenly... Milton's hand clutched Mac's. Their eyes met, and suddenly, they realized something they might have figured out subconsciously, but now just realized... Milton loved Mac. But did Mac feel the same way?
