A/N: This story is mainly 3rd POV - Georgie (Kindergarten Goth) centric. There are a couple side pairings I put into this story, but the main pairing is CuKinder [Curly Goth & Kindergarten Goth]. Enjoy!
Georgie stared at the crowd swaying rather erotically to the repetitive hard bass and drop. The music seem to sink deep within his bones and even his hips sort of swindled towards the left and then back to the right as he kept - out of sight - towards the back of club, near the open-bar. It was his first time at the underground rave scene, and so far all the stories that Dylan had told him of the place was real. Maybe, that was why Ethan and Henrietta denied him from going when he was only twelve.
Georgie leaned his head back against the wall he was standing against as he remembered his first time begging Ethan to let him go to the underground club. He had been hanging out with both Dylan and Ethan behind the school, and listening to various experiences Dylan had exclaimed to him after his first time at the club.
"It was amazing!" Dylan had said. His expression had sounded far too excited for a Goth. "I've never had so much fun - it was almost as fun as my first Nine Inch Nails concert."
Georgie had witness the somewhat shy look Dylan had sent towards Ethan, who had merely ignored the look and had begun to light up a new cigarette.
"I want to go, Dylan!"Georgie had piped up, already feeling excited about this club he had never been to before. Dylan had smiled at the amused younger Goth, and had nodded his head; promising to take Georgie the next time they all decided to go.
Ethan, however, had been the enforcer to their lovely dream of attending the underground club as he had taken a drag of his cigarette and had hissed out loud, "No, Georgie."
Georgie had turned confused eyes upon the older Goth. "What?"
"You're not going to the club anytime soon, Georgie," Ethan had said sternly. Georgie had only gaped at the other before finding his voice, "You can't tell me what to do, Ethan!"
Ethan had merely glared at the youngest Goth before sucking his cigarette more forcefully than ever. He had exhaled the smoke outwardly before jutting forward and gripping the little Goth's neck. Georgie had felt himself panic and he had clawed at the hand around his throat, eyes wide as Ethan had shoved Dylan – who had been attempting to halt him - away.
"You're not going to that club, Georgie," Ethan had whispered almost vehemently. His smoker's breath had washed over the boy's face and Georgie had felt himself grow even more panicky. "Understand?"
Georgie had mumbled and Ethan had released him; ignoring the perplexed look Dylan gave him as he checked out the little Goth.
Georgie opened his eyes a bit and glanced towards the sticky floor. That had been the first and only time Ethan had ever touched him, and it had caused him to become quite skittish around the other Goth. The few couple of days after the incident of Ethan purposely getting his message across about Georgie being denied entrance to the club, the younger Goth had immediately stray far away from the elder. He had managed to either be standing behind Dylan or sitting beside Henrietta; anywhere away from Ethan.
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