Title: Trouble In Paradise
Author: Wondertitch
Summary: Two winged teenage boys alone on an Island, with nothing but their emotions.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Scott/Chaz
WARNING: Two boys will engage in romantic activity. If you have a problem with that, leave. If not, welcome.
Disclaimer: The characters are mine, but the School, Erasers, kids with wings, experiments and all that gargan belong to James Patterson. I sorta stole them.
Trouble in Paradise
Chapter one
The sea breeze cooled the warm air over the crystal blue, translucent sea. Fish of different colours, shapes and sizes swim gently around their coral home, busying themselves with various tasks. The sky was reflected onto the sea, not a cold in sight. The breeze caused little, if no ripples on the silent sea.
All was peaceful, calm, silent and still.
Suddenly the fish dove for cover among their living houses, as a wing cut through the tranquil waters, causing waves to disrupt peace.
Attached to the brown, black speckled wing was a boy. The wing met his back under a leather trench coat. His shaggy hair was the same shade as his 14ft spanning wings; his eyes matched the pattern too, having black speckles randomly dotted on the deep chocolate brown of his iris. His skin was tanned, imperfection free. Under his long leather coat, which was fluttering in the wind by his feet, was a pair of shaggy jeans, Doc Martins and a tight black t-shirt. His well-defined muscles lined the tight top. His eyes showed pure thrill as he pulled away from the water and did a large loop-de-loop.
"Hurry up Chaz!" He yelled as he finished his loop 7 metres above the water, looking at his reflection in the water and smiling.
'Chaz' was following almost 20 metres behind the dark boy. He was his exact opposite, the ying to the boy's yang. Unlike the other boy, Chaz had long white-blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes, which matched the very sea he was flying over. His wings were white, pure white, and smaller than the other boy's, only 13ft. The other boy had been roughly 6ft 2", but Chaz was 5ft 11". The arms of a bright tie-died rainbow top covered his slender fair arms and his deep blue jeans were held with a rainbow belt.
However, Chaz's happy appearance was spoilt by a frown that spread across his whole face. His fingers were so clenched into his palms he was surprised that he wasn't drawing blood. With one last try, he gave his wings a burst of energy, in a desperate attempt to catch the other boy up.
"Slow the hell down Scott!" He called ahead. His voice was different to the 'Scott's'. Chaz's accent was that of John Cleese, J K Rowling, and Princess Diana. (Yes, you guessed it folks.) Chaz was British. ((Side note: Currently there is little explanation as to how Chaz came to have this accent. All he knows is that he was part of a separate experimental building, then moved.))
Scott laughed and a dazzling white smile flashed to no one. "Are we racing or not slow poke?"
"I am not a slow poke!" Chaz defended. "I merely have been genetically altered for different purposes then you!"
"What?"
If Scott was the brawn, Chaz was the brain.
Finally, Scott's sharp raptor vision saw what it had been searching for. An island. He put himself at full speed, for a grand victory. Chaz fell even further behind, instantly seeing the island that Scott was racing for. He sighed as he saw the brunette land on the sand.
White sand, covering the length of a small bay, which was guard by two sets of large rocks to the left and right and a forest of sorts behind it. It seemed perfect.
After a few moments, the blond join is 'friend' on the bay.
"I pick here!" the tanned boy announced as he used his right hand to comb the three-inch shaggy brown hair out of his face. Scott took off the rucksack and threw it to the ground, then stretched.
His blond companion looked around himself, before shrugging. "It'll do."
"It'll do?" Scott repeated. "It'll do? This is…it's…. paradise. You know the othe-" He cut himself off. They hadn't seen the others for a week. They hadn't really spoken about the storm. Or anything else for that matter. "Trust me to be partnered with the only person on earth who can't appreciate perfection." He made a noise that sounded distinctly like 'Crrrrrrrrr'.
Rolling his eyes, the fair boy replied, "Yes, because I really wanted to be partnered with the most idiotic oaf of the flock!" sarcastically.
"Don't try you're English sarcastic fancy pants rubbish with me, Blondie!" Scott barked, with an accusing finger pointed at his companion.
"Fine, I won't. Instead, I'll walk over to the other side of the bay and punch a wall!" And with a sharp turn, Chaz walked over to the rocks on the west of the bay.
A/N So, what do we think? please comment.