Cherry Tears
By: PyroRockerGirl
Summary: He didn't know what to think. If this were a heaven-sent second chance, or hell-given, but he'd be damned if he didn't take it. (this contains hetero love, and, slash)
Rating: PG-13, bound to go up in further chapters
Disclaimer: I neither own the MD characters, nor do I own any lyrics that will appear in this story.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, SLASH, and other things I'm still pondering about to use for later chapters...
AN: Why am I writing this? Because he's a personal favorite duck of mine, and he needs some love already damn it! Plus, angst works for him...
~~~
Chapter One: Surgery
Hold me under
Cut away this empty
Hold me under
Change the way I feel about you
Surgery, Jack off Jill
***
He couldn't quite recall exactly how the conversation went, but he was pretty sure it hadn't been so good.
(black, utterly black)
Her eyes stared at him, anger flashing while trying in vain attempt to hide the disappointment that her body language gave away.
(devoid, empty)
She wouldn't even see him board the airplane. Now that he thought about, she really hadn't said goodbye at all.
She felt betrayed.
And he knew that.
(reddening, blood rushing)
But now he could do it all over again, it was as if he'd been given a second chance: she'd just entered the room.
'It figures,' he thought pseudo-glumly, 'that she'd come back during Chemistry of all subjects.'
He hated any type of Science.
Not that he wasn't good at it, but he loathed it none the less.
The teacher talked, introduced her, and pointed to the seat one up and over from himself.
Oh good god.
And he knew she saw him. He could tell just by the way she sucked her cheeks in just a bit, and her eyebrows furrowed together.
He felt his faced redden horribly.
Only half paying attention, he was startled when people began to rearrange their seating, and somebody was grabbing his arm, dragging him to the lab tables.
Charlie.
She was in front of him. And he marveled
(in disgust)
wondrously at what she'd become.
"Creepy new girl, huh? Kinda feel sorry for Banks, don't you?"
Adam? Adam got paired up with her?
If her personality
(if that's what it was)
was still the same, he prayed mercy would be bestowed upon the poor, unsuspecting boy.
Adam, although tough on the ice, was a bit of a, pardon the expression, fairy off the ice.
Then he wondered about Charlie's previous statement. 'Kind of feel sorry'?
_Kind of_?
Wait, was that right?
He shook his head.
He was knocked forward a little when Conway started to pound on his back, laughing under his breath as the teacher rambled and a packet was passed out to every group.
"Me too, man, me too."
Charlie began to read the packet, leaving him alone before picking up the equipment already laid out, and beginning the... well, whatever it was.
He looked up and damn near had a heart attack when he saw chilly
(corpse-frozen)
eyes staring at him. Small lips twisted into a sardonic grin, and he offered a small smile in return.
She quirked an eyebrow and turned back around when Banks began to talk to her, never once letting up on the hateful gaze she'd had since she'd walked into the room.
Ken Wu didn't know if this was a heaven-sent second chance, or hell- given.
***
AN: Blergh. That was nowhere near how I wanted it to turn out. This is a new form of writing for me (for the most part) and I'm not quite sure if I want to continue using it. . PEPSI! That's what I need... PEPSI! Oh how I love thee Pepsi Gods...
Oh, and I apologize for the shortness. But I've formed a bad habit of writing all my first chapters very short. They'll get longer, trust me.
Please review. I love constructive criticism.
By: PyroRockerGirl
Summary: He didn't know what to think. If this were a heaven-sent second chance, or hell-given, but he'd be damned if he didn't take it. (this contains hetero love, and, slash)
Rating: PG-13, bound to go up in further chapters
Disclaimer: I neither own the MD characters, nor do I own any lyrics that will appear in this story.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, SLASH, and other things I'm still pondering about to use for later chapters...
AN: Why am I writing this? Because he's a personal favorite duck of mine, and he needs some love already damn it! Plus, angst works for him...
~~~
Chapter One: Surgery
Hold me under
Cut away this empty
Hold me under
Change the way I feel about you
Surgery, Jack off Jill
***
He couldn't quite recall exactly how the conversation went, but he was pretty sure it hadn't been so good.
(black, utterly black)
Her eyes stared at him, anger flashing while trying in vain attempt to hide the disappointment that her body language gave away.
(devoid, empty)
She wouldn't even see him board the airplane. Now that he thought about, she really hadn't said goodbye at all.
She felt betrayed.
And he knew that.
(reddening, blood rushing)
But now he could do it all over again, it was as if he'd been given a second chance: she'd just entered the room.
'It figures,' he thought pseudo-glumly, 'that she'd come back during Chemistry of all subjects.'
He hated any type of Science.
Not that he wasn't good at it, but he loathed it none the less.
The teacher talked, introduced her, and pointed to the seat one up and over from himself.
Oh good god.
And he knew she saw him. He could tell just by the way she sucked her cheeks in just a bit, and her eyebrows furrowed together.
He felt his faced redden horribly.
Only half paying attention, he was startled when people began to rearrange their seating, and somebody was grabbing his arm, dragging him to the lab tables.
Charlie.
She was in front of him. And he marveled
(in disgust)
wondrously at what she'd become.
"Creepy new girl, huh? Kinda feel sorry for Banks, don't you?"
Adam? Adam got paired up with her?
If her personality
(if that's what it was)
was still the same, he prayed mercy would be bestowed upon the poor, unsuspecting boy.
Adam, although tough on the ice, was a bit of a, pardon the expression, fairy off the ice.
Then he wondered about Charlie's previous statement. 'Kind of feel sorry'?
_Kind of_?
Wait, was that right?
He shook his head.
He was knocked forward a little when Conway started to pound on his back, laughing under his breath as the teacher rambled and a packet was passed out to every group.
"Me too, man, me too."
Charlie began to read the packet, leaving him alone before picking up the equipment already laid out, and beginning the... well, whatever it was.
He looked up and damn near had a heart attack when he saw chilly
(corpse-frozen)
eyes staring at him. Small lips twisted into a sardonic grin, and he offered a small smile in return.
She quirked an eyebrow and turned back around when Banks began to talk to her, never once letting up on the hateful gaze she'd had since she'd walked into the room.
Ken Wu didn't know if this was a heaven-sent second chance, or hell- given.
***
AN: Blergh. That was nowhere near how I wanted it to turn out. This is a new form of writing for me (for the most part) and I'm not quite sure if I want to continue using it. . PEPSI! That's what I need... PEPSI! Oh how I love thee Pepsi Gods...
Oh, and I apologize for the shortness. But I've formed a bad habit of writing all my first chapters very short. They'll get longer, trust me.
Please review. I love constructive criticism.