Disclaimers: It doesn't belong to me *sob* if it did those two would be screwing already…
Notes: Cyanide and Skids, Fox and Collin. Told from Cyanide's and Fox's points of view…
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point of view change
~*Little Love Letter*~
I sighed as I sat around my room doing nothing in particular. I was starting to understand how Skids must have felt when we all started drifting away from him…although the loud noises from downstairs were keeping me from really understanding the silence he must have lived through. I really never knew silence all that well…
Thinking of Skids, I figured now would be as good a time as ever to go visit, just for the heck of it. I mean, I was bored and lonely, and Skids was always talking about how lonely he was…right? I was sure he wouldn't mind if I went over there to visit. I was sure I could keep myself under control so long as nothing…well, happened, duh.
Sitting up I grabbed my bag, unzipping it to glance at the small array of items inside. I probably wouldn't need any of them, Skids and I could keep ourselves entertained fairly well, but you never knew. Knowing my luck he might not even be there…I seemed to be running rather short of it recently.
"I'm heading out for a while!" I screamed as I opened the front door, trying to be heard over the yells coming from the other room. Couldn't they be quiet for at least ten minutes? It wasn't any help that I couldn't find where mother was hiding, and chances were she wanted it that way. It was probably for the best anyway, I didn't want to take a group of them with me.
"Where are you going?" one of my sisters asked, appearing next to me without warning. Sighing I pushed Juancho away from the door with my foot, rolling my eyes. Why was my life so cursed? I hadn't done anything to Harley's landlady worthy of punishment such as THIS…I must have been really annoying in my past life.
"To see a friend," I managed as I once again blocked the ferret's passage out the doorway. The thing was smarter than I was, I'd give it that much. Running away after only spending a few years here, quite intelligent. "No, you can't go along. My friends are normal," I interrupted as she opened her mouth again and she shut it right away, glaring at me. "Later." And I was gone, glad to be away from the chaos that was my house…
Taking a deep breath I raised a hand to knock on Skids' door, wanting nothing more than to see him and let his presence erase the insecurities I'd been feeling recently. When I'm alone it's difficult, every moment I can't understand what I feel for him, when he's with someone else it's scary…overwhelming even, the jealousy I feel. But when I'm with him…it's just there, and I couldn't care less what it means. Whether I love him, or if I'm just confused…it doesn't really matter anymore. It's still there, and I'm still aware of it, but so long as he's around there are no more questions attached to it.
"Come on, you did this before you started seeing Ronnie, why is it so different now?" I scolded myself, hoping no one would hear me. I was being stupid, there was nothing different about today than yesterday, or the day before that, or…wow, how long had it been since I'd just stopped by. It seemed like forever…maybe that's why I was afraid. Maybe he'd found himself a boyfriend…girlfriend…just another best friend, that he didn't feel the need to tell his 'old friend' Cyanide Torres about.
/You get stupider as the seconds pass by, just knock already, dammit./ Sighing I knocked on the door softly. I couldn't hear anything inside, so I figured I didn't have to be very loud. However, after several tries I was still unsuccessful in catching his attention…either that or he wasn't home. Damn, curse my ever-decreasing luck…
For a few seconds my mind wondered at the possibility of him being over at a friend's house—maybe even this friend I was freaking out about earlier—but it just didn't seem likely. I was sure I would look like an idiot if I camped out and waited for him to return, so instead I leaned against the wall and pulled a simple notebook out, deciding to write him a note so he knew that I had put forth the effort to drop by. Maybe then he might remember his old friend again.
A half minute later and some absolute BS I tore the page out, starting the first fold. However…sighing again I opened it back up, staring at the almost-blank little piece of paper. It would be so easy to tell the unmoving, unthinking, incapable-of-judging little piece of paper everything, to let it be my little messenger to Skids.
/Shit! Don't think about it that way! You're making yourself nervous again!/ I screamed at myself, chewing on the end of my pen as I waited to see if I could go through with this. I didn't want to ruin everything…but I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this shit. I was going crazy! If I just didn't think about the fact that Skids was going to be reading this, I was sure I could manage.
Quickly I scribbled everything down, from the first time I'd kissed him to the way I'd felt to…well, how I was feeling today. I was surprised how little room it actually took, and the fact that I wasn't about to run screaming as I finished it, signing my name again, carefully. However, I was once again hit with a wave of concern that Skids might not want to hang out with me anymore if he read this, so I once again took to writing.
~Please, if you don't like me…don't bring this up, alright? I mean…it won't be any different than normal, right? I've liked you for a while now and you never noticed, so…I just don't want to lose my best friend~ And with that I shoved the cap back onto my pen, shoving it in my bag and folding the paper in half quickly. Sliding it under the door I grabbed my things, ready to leave and hopefully find something else to do before going home. I swore as my backpack unzipped itself, successfully dropping everything to scatter across the floor without a care.
"Why me! What did I do to you?" I demanded, almost expecting to be ambushed from behind by Freaky Goth-Chick. Today was just NOT turning out to be one of my days…I couldn't even REMEMBER when I'd had my last 'my day!'
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"This guy looks almost as fun to torture as hat-boy," Collin offered with an evil smile, leaning against the wall and waiting. He wasn't about to let the day slip past him just because that pointy-haired guy was there…I didn't feel the need to remember his name at the moment. "Wonder if we could make hat-boy suffer more by torturing his friend," he offered with a genuinely evil smile, contemplating the idea.
"I thought you were torturing him to make the other guy's life miserable." Collin shrugged and looked around the corner again.
"If we torture his friend then hat-boy'll be miserable and THEN Harley, or whatever his name is, would be miserable." Really, couldn't we just stick to harassing one of them? That was more than enough for me. I would personally MUCH rather be back at the dorm 'courting' Collin…or whatever fancy word he had used to call it. 'Dating' was a perfectly fine word he did realize, why couldn't he use it?
"Or, we could just keep on messing with hat-boy's head so we can go back and I can resume trying to convince you tha…"
"I am not letting you cover me in lime jello so you can lick it off," he offered coldly and I smiled, leaning closer to him. I was well aware of my 'restrictions,' and I followed them as best as I could. How else could you explain the fact that I didn't actually have any jello in my backpack? It was still sitting in the fridge.
"How about the other way around, then?" Collin blushed and pushed me away harshly, returning to his diligent watch. He was so cute when he blushed; although it was kind of scary when you remembered it was Collin you were considering 'cute.' "I'll take that as a yes."
"Take it how you want, doesn't mean you're right." Sighing I sat down and waited, getting sick of this. Why couldn't we just leave and come back later? I mean, sure, torturing hat-boy was fun, but it wasn't fun enough that I wanted to waste a good ten minutes of my life waiting for his friend to leave and depriving others of being able to stare at the sexy Fox body. "He's leaving," Collin whispered in that oh-so-scary yet oh-so-sexy voice of his, looking like he was about ready to pounce and kill someone. I'd offer myself for pouncing if only I could be guaranteed he wasn't going to rip me limb for limb.
As we moved our camping spot from that of the hallway to that of the poor boy's door (signs of Collin's and my previous visits still decorating its outer surface) Collin turned to face me, that LOOK on his face just screaming that I was about to be ordered to do something cruel…bordering on evil even. "Get that note he left. Hat-boy can have no comfort in his torture," he demanded, pointing underneath the doorway. Blinking I raised an eyebrow. He HAD to be kidding me.
"Come on Boss, do we really have to be THAT evil to the guy?" A single raised eyebrow was my only response and carefully I fished a pen out of my pocket, actually surprised I had one. Normally I didn't carry one so I had an excuse to talk to the hot chicks in front of me first period. "This is a lot harder than you'd think, I think he actually slid the thing under here far enough that I can't get it," I managed, pressing my cheek to the cold floor so I could almost see under the door.
"Come on, he has to come back some time, you know," Collin offered in 'reassurance' as I slid my pen out carefully and I cheered happily when I finally realized I'd gotten a hold of it, picking it up and handing it to Collin. "Thank you. Now let's see what that friend of his had to say…"
"You know, I do have things I would rather be doing than reading this guy's note." /One of them going home and continuing with my previous activities/. Collin laughed cruelly and handed the piece of paper back to me. "Are we going to get started now or not?" I asked, folding the piece of paper back up and getting ready to slide the paper back under his door.
"Oh no, you HAVE to read that. That guy is a TOTAL loser," Collin offered, pulling materials out of his bag. Sighing I unfolded it and read it carefully, raising an eyebrow as I read. I had to admit…that was pretty pathetic. "Here, you're going to need this," Collin offered as he handed me some random tool-thingy I'd never seen before, forcing me to shove the note in my pocket harshly as I grabbed it.
It was almost a half hour later when we were finished and Collin admired his work from the opposing wall, nodding satisfactorily to himself. Even I had to shudder at the horrors Collin had evoked. Five pairs of pop-singer eyes were all looking at me, looking as evil as evil could get. Sure, I'd ended up wasting a good 10 dollars or so of my own money to get it (Collin hadn't told me what he wanted my money for) but it was worth it in a cruelly satisfying, evil sort of way.
I had completely forgotten I even had the note until we were back in my room, and I was forced to remove the pen from my pocket in order to write down my newest ideas for the 'list of things I'd love to do to Collin.' Unfolding it I left our room to find Collin watching TV…well, more like sitting on the couch with the TV on, he didn't look like he was actually paying attention to it.
"Yo, boss, what am I supposed to do with this thing? I forgot I had it on me," I asked as I sat down next to him, pressing it in front of his face. He made a face and pushed my hand away.
"Just throw it away. What do you want with it?" I shrugged and folded it back up, setting it on the table to be thrown away later. "I thought you'd be off making me lime jello or something by this point, you finally give up?"
"I figure you're not going to let me do it anyway, so I might as well just hide it from you and leave it all to myself," I managed with a smile, tracing a finger over Collin's bottom lip. As was to be predicted he brushed my hand away, blushing slightly. "Alright then, good luck trying to find it."
"It has to be in the fridge, I'm not stupid."
"Unless I'm actually desperate enough to leave it out and let a perfectly large amount of lime jello go to waste." Collin turned to stare at me in disbelief, eyes wide. I smiled to myself evilly. I could see this was going to work perfectly…hopefully…if I was REALLY lucky today.
"You wouldn't dare. The answer's still no, whether you would or not." He finished firmly, going back to 'watching' TV. Grr, I should have known today wouldn't be my lucky day. Sighing I picked the note back up on my way to the kitchen, meaning to throw it away.
"Hey, boss, I have a question…" Collin's silence was no more a sign that he was ignoring me than it was that he was paying attention. "If say, for some reason, I wrote you a note like this, would you just throw it away?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed from his position on the couch, not moving. I tossed the note into the trashcan before walking back over to the couch, leaning against the back comfortably.
"Seriously. Say I was actually really shy and wrote you something to tell you how I felt…would you treat it any different than if I were there in front of you?" I leaned forward so I could see Collin's face, enjoying the pretty little blush on his cheeks.
"Of course not, but this is to some guy we hate so it's funny now," Collin offered in his defense, eyes still focused above the television set. "Where's that jello you made anyway?" he asked suddenly and I blinked, trying to understand where that had come from.
"That was random."
"It's called a change of subject, now bring me the jello or we're going to have to continue this almost heart-rending conversation even longer." I sighed and pushed myself away from the couch, sort of glad Collin had thought to change the subject, that was a really stupid thing to be talking about…
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*mock gasp* OH NO! What happened to Cyanide's note! Poor baby! What will he think when Skids doesn't mention it! *evil laughter*
They don't call me Ms. Angst for nothing, although this is only the beginning of my EVIL (that and I'm REALLY rusty)!!! ^_^ I like Collin and Fox enough that I just had to add some 'them' time in there. *hugs Collin* YOU'RE SUCH AN EVIL CUTIE!!!
Yeah…I've never written anything Boy Meets Boy before, this is just a random 'wow, they actually have Boy Meets Boy fanfics, I want to try my hand at one' fanfic I wrote whilst I had nothing better to do. I also haven't READ any Boy Meets Boy fanfics yet so I don't know if this has been done before.
Reviews would be greatly appreciated, although not necessary.