what goes around comes around ((keith - high school years)

Richard was behind the bleachers making out with Keith while the football game was going on. He decided that it would be more appropriate to be behind the bleachers with his boyfriend saying satanic chants and listening to some death metal rather than watch the high school football team attempt to win another game. "Imagine how cool it'd be if we got some fake IDs and go to various adult parties to have some sex, drink alcohol, and doing drugs," he said to Keith getting out a cigarette for both him and Keith.

Keith, looking at the cigarette and taking the hint, quickly slid his lighter out of his pocket, lighting the cigarette for Richard, then pondering Richard's suggestion for a minute. "That would be pretty fucking cool, man...I dunno, my cousin might know how to get one. He's really into all that shit, and he has a lot of connections.

"Hell fucking yeah! This shit will be the greatest things in our whole fucking lives. We only live once, so we might as well rebel against this stupid society. We'll forever be freaks of nature anyway," he responded ecstatic nodding to Keith to thank him for lighting up his cigarette. Putting it in his mouth, Richard inhaled it deeply and blew it out allowing it to go up in the bleachers.

"Fuck yes we will!" Keith responded ecstatically, holding his hand out to offer Richard a high five. He felt sort of lame doing that particular gesture, but he didn't really care all too much.

Richard got out a marker and began to draw many dicks under the bleachers cackling in the process. It was an immature thing to do, but he was only sixteen at the time and he really couldn't be blamed. "Hey, do you wanna go to the homecoming afterparty? I heard that there'll be a lot of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll," he asked dropping the cigarette ashes on the ground by him.

"Yeah sure! I got nothing to lose, anyway. If it sucks we can just like, crash the party or some shit." Keith responded, not being able to help but laugh at Richard's dick drawings under the bleachers.

"We can totally crash it if it ends up being a huge fucking disappointment. My brother fucking hates it when I go out partying, like it's my fucking life, and I could care less about what he says about my life. We'll have to make sure that we bring our satanic bibles to worship Satan if we're gonna crash the party," he responded laughing along with Keith losing his breath in the process.