--The Newcomer--
Hey, this is my first story on here, but not the first I've written, so go easy on me 'kay? R&R Please! All flames will be used to roast marshmallows for s'mores, and all comments and constructive criticism will get a s'more.
WARNING: This story contains yaoi, dun likey? DUN LOOKEY!! It's OddXOC, and all characters' ages have changed for them to be in High school (Kadic High), so use your imaginations please. For those of you who don't like that, click on that little back button up in the corner. Otherwise, enjoy the story. 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko, nor any of the original characters.
Summary: When Ulrich's parents suddenly move to Germany, a new kid arrives, Calvin Diaz, and is roomed with Odd. What could possibly happen? :3
Chapter Summary: Calvin's parents surprise him by moving to France, and enrolling him in a boarding school there. He is roomed with Odd, and something is not going quite right.
This story is written from my character's point of view.
Enjoy.
--Chapter 1: A New Start--
"Ugh." Was all I could manage to say, I was moving to France because of my dad's stupid work, I was torn away from my friends back home, and most of all, I had to break up with my girlfriend. "Sweetie, it won't be as bad as you think, trust me, okay? Give it some time..." My mom said, trying to comfort me, I guess. "Yeah, I guess...I have always wanted to go to France, but, like, when I was OLDER." I made sure to emphasize my disgust on the word. Annoyed, I pulled out my iPod and turned it to "Fu..y A...e" by F..l..f, one of my favorite songs, and pretended to be asleep.
I suppose that by now you're wondering who I am, what my father's work is, and why I hate going with him whenever he decides to move. Well, first off, the name's Calvin, Calvin Diaz, no relation to Cameron Diaz, so don't get us confused. I am 16 years of age, and in those 16 years, I've moved at least 6 times, this being the 7th. My dad works as an assembler in electronics, and with the recent rise in electronic demand in France, well, my father couldn't pass up an opportunity to show off, so he began looking for a job company in the area. Unfortunately, he found one, in northern France. So he told everybody that we were moving to France, and it was so sudden, that everyone was like "No way" when I told them. I hate when he has to move, because I have to adapt to a new lifestyle, neighborhood, friends, foes, etc. I just wish that we could stay in one place, and I had made sure to dress in my "gothic" clothes for the occasion, my long, black, trip pants, my sleeveless black shirt with a chibi skull on it, black, steel-toed boots, and my long, black jacket that reached down to my ankles, with buckles to tie together with. I had dyed my hair black with fire-red tips, which came down to about my shoulders, before being cut off.
When the plane landed in Northern France, we all got off, and then found our car outside. I wondered faintly who had driven it there, but the thought passed soon after. My parents handed me my box of things before we even left the airport parking lot. "Son, I'm afraid that the school around here is a boarding school, and the house is too far away from it for you to walk home, so I've already enrolled you as a boarder at the school." Great, first moving, now boarding school? Before I knew it, we were sitting in front of a high school. "Call us if you need anything, the number is in your box." My mother said. With a sigh and a "Whatever..." I got out of the car, and watched it disappear into the traffic. The principal, I think his name was Delmaas, came to greet me. Beside of him was a rather bulky man, whom I assumed was the gym teacher, because he had a stopwatch around his neck. "Welcome to Kadic, I hope you will enjoy the learning experience we have set up here." I nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure we'll become close friends." I said with as much sarcasm as possible. He didn't seem to notice, because he looked to the other man, and began talking to him. "Jim, show this young man where his dormitory is, and his room." The principal turned and headed to where I supposed his office was, while Jim blathered on about the rules. "Breakfast at 07:00, dinner at 19:00, got it?" I nodded, he stopped in front of a door, "I hope you don't mind having a roommate, Odd." He said to another male in there. A roommate?! Great...
"Nah, it's okay Jim, I was gettin' kinda lonely in here." He said, he was busy unpacking his things, or at least I guessed, because he was stuffing something into the drawer under his wardrobe. I shifted my jacket and looked at the other male, he looked like he was about 14 or 15. To be honest, he looked ridiculous, with a purple shirt on, blonde hair, spiked up in a single spike, and a giant purple streak in the middle of that! Plus, he had on a pair of pants that were two different shades of purple, one on each leg, so why did he look so attractive to me? No! I was NOT gay! I couldn't be, I have had girlfriends! But, the thought of another male didn't really scare me, honestly.
"Odd, this is Calvin Diaz, Calvin this is Odd Della'Robia." He turned around, took one look at me, and then offered his hand and a smile, "I'm Odd, nice to meet you!" I took his hand, and shook. "Likewise, I'm Calvin." I managed to balance the box of stuff I had under my arm. I stepped through, and then when Jim was gone, Odd closed the door. I looked around at the room, nothing special, two beds, two wardrobes, two desks. Odd had decorated his side of the room up with posters of bands, most of which I knew and had seen in concert. Like D..t..b.d, and L..k.. P..k, even one of F..l..f. I also noticed a plushie doll on his bed, and couldn't help but chuckle. I sat down my box of things, and began to unpack. "Need some help with that?" He asked me, I looked up at him, his blue eyes were looking at me from across the room, "No thanks, I've got it." He shrugged and put in some earphones, pulling out a CD player from his pocket. "Hey Odd..." He looked at me, "Why do I hear barking?"
"Oh sh.t! Kiwi!" He said, then sat up and pulled open the drawer, and a little dog, cute as it could be, jumped out. He began petting it, and then remembered that I was there, apparently, because he looked at me with puppy dog eyes, "Oh, please don't tell Jim!" I shook my head and smiled, "I won't, it's a promise." He sighed a breath of relief, "I keep forgetting that Ulrich isn't here anymore..." He looked intensely at Kiwi while petting him. I slipped off my jacket and hung it on one of the coat hangers. He sighed again, when I looked at him, I thought I saw tears in his eyes. "Umm...is this Ulrich person, special to you?" Odd looked at me, with his eyes glazed over, "He was my best friend...and I miss him, y'know...?" I knelt beside of him, seeing that his tears were obviously going to spill over, and put a hand on his shoulder, "Believe me, I do." Odd looked at me, and me at him, he smiled and wiped away his tears with the back of his sleeve. "Thank you." He said, and then gave me a rather impish smile and went back to his music.
"Um...Odd?" He looked again in response, "I, uh, actually could use a little help with this." He practically jumped up, and said, "What do you need me to do?" I thought for a moment, and then decided, "Okay, um, can you hand me my clothes?" He began handing me the shirts, pants, and socks. He came to a pair of boxers, they had flaming skulls on them, I gasped and then snatched them, "I-I can take care of these..." Odd blinked, but nodded all the same. My face must have been red, due to the fact that I was hardly ever out in the sun, my skin was as white as the sheets on the bed.
When we were finished unpacking, and I had everything set up (including my laptop and all of my concert posters), we both crashed on our beds, "Whew, feel more at home now, Cal?" I nodded, "Yeah, definately, but something's bothering me..." He looked at me and I could just picture a question mark over his head, the mental image making me chuckle to myself. "Um, were you and Ulrich...err...anything more than friends? Like, ever?" He looked out the window, "Once...we..." He shook his head, "We dated..." He flushed, "I...I kissed him...and he was my first love too." I shook my head, "But...?"
He sighed, "But one day...he just says to me, 'Odd, I can't...I can't see you anymore...not like this...but I still want to be your friend, okay? I'm sorry...', and that was that." He looked on the verge of tears. "So...you're gay?" He blushed, sniffled, and nodded. I sighed in relief, but I tried not to make it sound so, "You hate me now...don't you?" I looked over at him, he had his knees up to his chest, tears streaming down his face. Quite the opposite... I thought to myself. I lost it then, the words formed in the back of my mind, but couldn't quite make it out. I got up and walked over, sitting beside of him and putting my arm around his shoulders. Stop... "No, Odd, I don't hate you..." I said, hugging him close. Stop... "...I couldn't hate you..." Odd looked at me, his eyes red from crying, and I swiped away a tear with my other hand and gave him a smile. STOP!! He clung to me, sobbing away, "Th...Th-Thank you..." He said between sobs, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I cradled him for what seemed like forever, and he'd cried himself to sleep, still clutching onto me. "Cal...vin...I...I...I love...you..." I picked out from his statements in his sleep. He had said my name several times. I looked at the clock, "18:45" I said, and then sighed, unintentionally waking him up. "Calvin...?" I smiled back at him, "You're kinda cute when you sleep." Odd blushed, and sat up, "Umm...sorry...about me, I mean." I suddenly felt empty without him there, it was like something was missing.
"Oh! It's 18:45! We can go get dinner! There's two people I'd like you to meet, too." I gulped, "T-Two people?" He helped me up after he was up, for a little guy, he was awfully strong. And once I had my coat, we were off...to where? The cafeteria of course! Although Odd had no idea that I knew how he felt about me, I knew that I returned the feelings, 100 percent if not more.
--AN--
Leave me nice things! This is my FIRST Code Lyoko story.
