Living without you is like TV in black and white,

You turn me on and brought color into my life,

When I'm around you, suddenly I realize,

That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes

Chapter 1: Ah, Fuck

Imagine that you have to move from one school, where you have a bunch of friends and more or less everyone likes you, to another where you zero friends or acquaintances. It sucks, doesn't it?

This happened to Sam Remington. He had to move from New York to a little suburban lane that was near New York, but it wasn't the same. Sam was a city kid. He was used to the hustle and bustle of NYC, and he loved every second of it! He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world! Unfortunately for him, though, he had to. His grandmother passed away recently and she left her house to Sam's mom, Ashley Remington. Ashley didn't want to sell the house, but she couldn't just leave it there like nothing. So she made the decision to sell their apartment and move into the house with Sam.

Sam Remington awoke to the sound of birds singing outside and the sun rays breaking through his windows, gently caressing his slightly tan skin. He turned it off and looked at the time; 6:24 AM. He had to be at his new school at 8:30 AM, so he had all the time in the world. He thought he would sleep longer, and he tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't working; he was too nervous to sleep. New house, new town, new school, new teachers… He sighed and got up. He walked down the stairs and saw that his mother was still home. He then remembered that she starts work at 9 AM.

The woman turned and around and smiled. She had long dark brown hair, slightly wavy at the end. Brown eyes and a button nose graced her face. She was still wearing her pajamas and drinking a large cup of coffee. "Heya, Sammy. Good morning."

"Morning, mom" Sam smiled back and scratched his belly under his shirt. He walked over the one of the counters and opened the cabinet over it. He took out a box of cereal and then grabbed a big bowl from the cabinet next to it. He placed them both on the table and proceeded to the refrigerator; he took out some milk and walked back to the table. He poured the milk into the bowl and added his favorite cereal; Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

His mother, Ashley, looked at the cereal with a disgusting look. "How can you eat those? Honestly."

Sam chuckled. "Because they're the best?"

"But cinnamon!" Ashley argued.

"That's the best part" Sam answered.

"It's gross" she said, raising her hands in the air.

"You driving me to school later?" the boy asked and took a big spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Ashley hid her grin behind her coffee mug and raised an eyebrow. "That won't be necessary, Sam."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her, his mouth slightly open. "What?"

His mother chuckled and grabbed him by the arm. "Come with me!"

She took him outside and Sam nearly fainted. Right there, in front of him, was standing a brand new black BMW M6 Cabriolet.

"Mom, why is there a new car in our driveway?" Sam asked, silently praying that it was his.

"What do you think?" she smirked. "Happy birthday, baby" Ashley said and hugged her son, kissing him on his cheek.

"But-but-but…" Sam was trying to say something but his brain was too busy processing the fact that he has a brand new kickass car. "M-my birthday isn't for another 2 months."

"I know, I know, but I thought you would love driving yourself to school, instead of your old mom having to always drive you. Besides, you'll get to impress the kids at school with it" she said with a wink.

"Mom…" Sam said and grinned at her. "You're the best mom, ever! I swear to God!" he said and hugged her tightly.

Ashley just laughed and hugged her son back. "Now let's get back into the house, we're in our pajamas for Christ's sake" she said with a laugh and walked in back with Sam.

"But just so you know, just because that was a gift doesn't mean I can't take it away" Ashley warned.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Is this about gym?"

"You think?"

Ashley sat down back at the table and continued drinking her coffee. "I know you've been skipping gym lately at your old school, Sam."

"That's because our gym teacher was a drunk dumbass."

"Language, mister" the woman said. "But that isn't an excuse to skip gym class. How do you expect getting into Stanford, if you fail gym class?"

"I know, I'm sorry… But I bet the teacher at my new school isn't like that. I promise I won't skip another class."

"Good" she with a raised eyebrow. "I have to go get ready for work now" Ashley said standing up.

"What? You start at nine."

"Not today. I'm meeting with a client at the court earlier, we have to go through her case again. Her trial is today. And we live outside of the city now, Sam, it'll take a little longer for me to get to my destinations"

"That blonde woman? With the abusive husband?"

"Yeah" she sighed. "Poor woman… Anyway, I have to go" she said and kissed Sam on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah" Sam nodded.

"Love you!" she shouted, already running up the stairs.

"Love you, too!"

Sam was ready to go to school. He unlocked his brand new car and sat inside. He put the key in the ignition and turned it. The sound the machine made almost gave him a boner. "Oh, sweet lord. Let's rock this bitch!"

He knew his new school when he saw it, but he wasn't exactly sure where it was. Somehow he managed to find it, thank God.

When he drove into the school parking lot a bunch of teenagers stopped walking and stared at Sam's new car. He exited the vehicle and looked around. 'I'm liking this new car more and more by the minute'

Sam first had to go the office to get some stuff dealt with, and get his schedule. You think they'd given him one before his first day, but sadly they didn't.

He walked into the office and walked over to the lady over the counter. "Um, hello" Sam greeted the woman.

"Hello. May I help you?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes. I'm new here and it was said that I should come here on my first day before going to any classes. I'm Sam Remington."

"Ah, yes! I remember you and your mother. Wait, I'll print out your schedule. What class are you?" she asked.

"4B" Sam answered.

The lady did some things on her computer and the printer started printing. She handed him the piece of paper and then did some more things on the computer. "Okay. Since first period is halfway through you can walk around the school, look at things and memorize them. Just make sure you attend your next class."

"Okay. Thank you" he said with a smile and walked out. He looked at his schedule and sighed. Stupid new school.

He walked all around school, trying to memorize where things are. The school had a pretty big cafeteria and there was even an outside eating spot with a bunch of benches and tables. It was great when the weather was warmer. You could sit outside, soak up some sunshine, enjoy your food, and catch up to date with friends. Too bad Sam hadn't any friend here.

Sam's first class that day was psychology, which he enjoyed to no end. He couldn't wait to go to Stanford and get a degree in psychology. He simply loved everything about it.

And his new teacher was amazing too; Miss Hacket. She was a tall woman, almost as tall as Sam himself. She had dirty blonde hair, usually tied back in a ponytail. She would always wear very casual clothes to school, unlike most of the other teachers; they were always dressed like they were at a fancy social event or something.

Miss Hacket, her first name being Susan, didn't feel like dressing fancy for teaching classes. It was school, not a brothel.

"Morning" Sam shyly said when he entered the class.

Susan was reading a magazine on her desk when she heard the voice. "Oh, good morning" the woman smiled. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Sam and I'm a new student here and this is my first day here" the teenager said.

"Oh! I think I remember seeing you in the office with your mom, I presume?"

Sam just simply nodded.

"Well, welcome to Rose Field High School, Sam! Go take a seat, class is about to start."

Sam did as told and took a seat in the first row next to the window. The other students were all looking at him, whisperings God knows what to each other.

"Morning, everyone! You probably all noticed the new face here!" Susan said and looked at Sam. "He's a new student at our school, so please make him feel welcome. Especially you, Mike."

"What did I do?!" Mike Foster asked in a hurt tone. He was known to be a jerk. Always trying to be cool, even if it meant hurting other people's feelings.

"Please, introduce yourself to us!" the teacher said and smiled.

Sam sighed and stood up, turning to everyone else. "Hi, I'm Sam Remington." He then sat back down and Susan just blinked a few times. She immediately realized Sam was more on the shy side.

Miss Hacket was about to say something, when the door opened and a skinny, fancy dressed blonde girl ran in. "Sorry I'm late!" she said and quickly ran to her seat. It was right behind Sam.

"That's the fourth time you're late for my class, Katie" Miss Hacket said, resting her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that there was a huge line at Starbucks and I had to wait, like, forever! And you know how I get, if I don't get my morning coffee" she said.

"Unfortunately, yes" said Susan and chuckled.

Katie looked at the guy-Sam-in front her and raised an eyebrow. She turned around to her best friend Melody. "What's with Sasquatch over here?"

"He's a new student here" Melody said. "His name is Sam Remington."

"He's cute, to be honest" Katie said with a smirk. "And he's pretty tall, which means he probably has big feet. And you know what they say about guys with big feet!" She and Melody both giggled.

"Girls… Calm down…" Miss Hacket said.

Miss Hacket continued their debate from their last class. Then she handed all of them a sheet with exercises to do. Sam had no issues with it, naturally.

His next class was chemistry, another subject he enjoyed. Honestly, he enjoyed all of the scientific ones; except for physics, he hated physics with such a passion. Almost as much as gym class. But that was probably because of the teacher; he actually didn't mind doing some of the stuff there, but their old drunk teacher always ruined all the fun to it. He hoped things would be different from today on.

After 2 more classes everyone was headed towards the cafeteria, as the lunch break started. Sam was already sitting at a table, at an outside table.

A few tables away, Katie and Melody were checking him out. "Oh my God, he's so fucking cute!" Katie said. "He's all alone and sad!"

"Yeah, loneliness and sadness; total turn-ons" Melody said in a sarcastic tone. "Gurl, you better not go after whitey there."

"Why not?" Katie asked.

"Because you're the queen and he's basically a loser. And we don't even know him, he could be a serial killer!"

"Really? Serial killer? Really, Melody? Like, wow, oh my God, seriously? I just… Wow… That was… I…" Katie said, mocking her friend.

"Oh, shut up!" her friend said and playfully hit her. "I'm serious, though. He's a loser. And what happened to Alex, the quarterback?"

"Oh, boo him! Why would I settle for a bottle of water, if I can have that tall milkshake over there?"

"Okay, ew, you just, like, totally ruined milkshakes for me."

Sam just finished with English and exited the class. He was so focused on the schedule in his hands that he didn't see the person in front of him. He hit them and they both fell to the ground. "Oh my God! I am so sorry!" he quickly apologized and looked at the person; it was a girl. She had curly light brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a green sweater and some blue skinny jeans.

"No, it's okay. It was my fault. I shouldn't have just stopped in mid-hallway" she said and looked at Sam. She raised an eyebrow. "Hey, why have I never seen you here before?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm new here" Sam said and picked up the rest of the girl's books. "Here" he handed them to her.

"Thanks" she smiled. "I'm Sandy, by the way."

"Sam" answered said boy.

"Nice to meet you, Sam."

"Likewise" smiled Sam.

"Well… I'll see you around…" she said with a smile and started walking away.

"Wait!" Sam called after her. "Do you know where room 235 is?"

"Do you have History right now?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I have it too! We're in the same class apparently. Come on, I'll show you."

Sam was currently in gym class. They were all outside, waiting for their teacher. The female teacher, that taught the girls, told them to run 7 laps while they wait. Everyone grunted and started running.

Sam was running his 6th lap and he was starting to get really exhausted. Mostly because the sky was clear as fuck, which meant the sun was directly shinning onto him, making him sweat even more, draining him of his body water. He kept telling himself 'just a little more, just a little more' to keep himself sane. He was now running his 7th and final lap and he felt like dying. His legs were hurting, he was sweating like a pig, he was hot like he came right out of an oven and he just couldn't do it anymore.

He walked over to the grassy area around the yard and threw himself on the grass. There was a tree growing right next to him, which gave him shade. It felt really nice. The wind blew a little, sending a refreshed feeling all across Sam's body. He closed his eyes a little, when he heard someone approach him. He opened his eyes and saw Sandy hovering over him, smirking.

"Why are you smirking?" he asked.

"Poor Sammy, you tired?" she asked with a laugh.

"Shut up, I'm gonna die."

"Don't worry, you'll live."

"Is your teacher insane? I mean, 7 laps doesn't sound so hard, but this yard is fucking huge and it's like a thousand degrees" he whined.

Sandy laughed a little. "You'll get used to it."

"I wonder what your new gym teacher will be like" she added.

"What?"

"Oh, you don't know? The boys are getting a new gym teacher. Rumor has it that's to die for! Young, athletic, hot as hell…"

"Sandy, stop fantasizing about a teacher, that's seriously weird. And you haven't even seen him yet." Sam imagined the look on Sandy's and all the other girls' faces when the new gym teacher turned out to be some balding, beer-gutted old dude.

"Hey, I think that's him!" Sandy said, a little too excited.

They both looked at him, but they couldn't see that much, as he was pretty far away. The other kids were all starting to swarm around him. Sandy and Sam weren't too far behind. They quickly made their way over. Sam had to see this 'hot as hell' new gym teacher.

The man was facing away from them, but when he turned around Sam thought he was going to throw himself under a bridge.

The man looked at him and they both had the exact same look on their faces; realization, horror, shock, panic, confusion.

"Ah, fuck" they simultaneously said.

Honestly, a wincest fic from he is long overdue, but finally here is one! Although, they aren't related in this fic. Don't worry, though; I'll give you some incest in later fics. But as of now, I hope you enjoyed reading this! It's very experimental, and I'm not 100% if I'll continue. It actually depends on how you guys react to it, and how much reaction there will be. I've got some pretty good ideas for this fic, so if you want to see them happen you better write a review! Thank you!

Electra Heartbreaker, xoxo