A/N: Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I uploaded a story on here huh? ^w^ This was a story that a friend on My Candy Love helped me with, some of you may have already read it in the fanfiction section. I hadn't uploaded on here because honestly, stupid me somehow figured that didn't exist then -_- Don't ask. Enjoy! :3 I also thank Renier on My Candy Love who was kind enough to help me edit and put up the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own My Candy Love or any of it's characters, nor am I making any money off of this. My Candy Love and all it's characters belong to ChinoMiko.
"What?"
"We're breaking up, Castiel."
Castiel stood dumbfounded as his mind processed what just happened. First he found Nathaniel hitting on his girlfriend, Deborah. Then the manager, Steven, calls saying he was out of the band. And now his girlfriend was breaking up with him.
"Why!?"
"Well, I'm going to be a singer and you... you're not exactly going anywhere with me so... we don't really have a choice, Kitten."
"Deborah, of course we do!" he said, frantically trying to convince her stay with him. "Singers do it at times, even though they are famous, they still have a relationship even if that relationship is a long distance one!"
"It won't work for us. I need to focus on my career. Bye Kitten." With that, Deborah turned, walking out of the classroom as Castiel stared at her back.
In a daze he turned. Unaware of his surrounding, Castiel walked down a row until he sat in one of the cold chairs. Had she really broken up with him? In sudden anticipation he lifted his chin to stare at the door, waiting for her to run back in and yell, "SURPRISE!"
After thirty minutes it was clear Deborah really left him. Castiel let his eyes shut to hold back the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
His lips quivered, his lashes becoming wet, and then his cheeks. It wasn't the fact he's no longer in the band or he found some scoundrel trying to take her. It was purely because she was gone, someone whom he truly loved.
"I'm a fool..." he murmured. Putting his hands over his face, his elbows rested on the desk while he let loose the tears.
Outside the classroom, the ever-forgetful Lysander heard something. He listened carefully.
"Castiel?"
Lysander peered into the classroom to see the raven-haired boy sitting at a desk, crying.
"Castiel!"
Castiel's head shot up, shocked.
"Lysander?"
"Are you alright?" The Victorian-era-dressed boy went in, concerned for his friend.
"If alright is finding your girlfriend being hit on by that... Golden Boy, then being kicked out of the band,and having your girlfriend break up with you, oh I'm just peachy." He spat out, anger slowly filling the void.
"Ah jeez, I'm sorry Castiel. Do you want me to leave you be?"
"Yes... and no."
Castiel took a deep breath while Lysander got up and made his way to the teacher's desk. He picked up the tissue box and took it back to the other boy. Castiel smiled meekly, taking a few to dry his eyes and blow his nose. Once it was done, he just sat there, hand to his mouth.
"What did I do wrong?"
"Honestly, I don't think you did anything wrong. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
Looking out the window resolve began to form in his eyes. Castiel shook his head. "No. If I talk about it... I'll just start blubbering like a baby all over again."
"Well, we don't want you to do that," Lysander offered a smile.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Go find your notebook, you forgetful fool."
Lysander smiled, stood up, and clapped a hand on the other's brown, jacket-clad shoulder.
"I hope things get better for you. If anything, maybe you can use as an excuse to get a pet. Didn't you want a dog?"
"Actually I have been... Wouldn't hurt, I guess."
Lysander nodded, leaving Castiel to his thoughts and grief. The more Castiel thought about it the more he wanted one. He could go get a dog, after all. He was emancipated now, legally allowed to live on his own, and he could certainly take care of a dog, no problem!
Sitting back Castiel started to think of how to ask his parents. Surely they would understand. He quickly got out his cell phone to dial his mother's number. As he put it to his ear he prayed she hadn't turned it off.
"Hello?"
"Mom? It's me, Castiel."
"Oh, honey, how are you?! Everything's well? How's Deborah?"
A pain struck him like a blow to the head. "Well... we just broke up…"
"Oh Sweetheart!"
"…and I was wondering if I could get a dog."
He could hear his mother pulling the phone from her ear, most likely to lean over and talk to his father. He waited, his hope building and crashing repeatedly.
"Of course you can! Be sure to house-train it!"
"I will, Mom. Thank you! Bye!"
"And be sure to take him or her for walks!"
"I will... Bye."
"And be sure to-"
"Good-bye, Mother!" Castiel pressed the end button on his phone.
He rested his hand and phone against his forehead only to find the kitty-charm dangling from the end of his phone. Seeing it angered him, so he took it in his hands and ripped it from his cell phone. He threw it across the room in a fit of anger. He sighed and smiled.
"Who needs love anyways." He stood up, walked out to the hallway and to his locker.
As Nathaniel walked by, both kept their eyes on what they were doing and away from the other. Castiel dug in his locker for his books, knowing he needed to study for a major test coming up.
The weather pretty much matched Castiel's mood that night as he studied his Geometry book by the firelight. He sat on the couch, his long legs stretched out, an arm resting on the back of the couch with a fist to rest his head on. He wasn't really in the mood so he shut his textbook, throwing it onto the floor.
Looking out the window to see the storm raging it's worst on the windows, Castiel couldn't help but think of her, and he mentally kicked himself for it.
"I'm starved." Castiel got up, pushing himself with his arms, to walk his starving self into the kitchen. He searched for a snack food of some sort and found a bag of BBQ chips stored on the middle shelf. Snatching it and grabbing a glass of soda, he sat on the couch. Picking up his portable DVD player Castiel popped in a horror movie. Not once did he jump despite thunder booming above his head or screams from the movie filling the air around him.
During a scene with a fighting ghost, Castiel's tired eyes started to get droopy and his vision grew blurry.
"Ah jeez. Time for bed." He shut the player, giving a yawn large enough to tickle in more than enough air.
He placed the portable DVD player on his couch, getting up and walking to the bedroom. Stretching and yawning, he got into bed, curling up under the comforter, hoping he could get a night's rest.
