Hey, Guys, this is my first AU/High School fic since I'm generally a strong believer in keeping a story as authentic as possible, and keeping just canon characters in it. (i.e., I usually can't stand OC's) But this is my first time for all of this. I hope this can bring about a great writing experience, propose new and exciting challenges, and keep you guys entertained as well.
Just as a warning: House and Chase are going to be a bit OOC, but for good reasons I assure you, I just love a cutie Chase and a strong protective House.
Wish me luck.
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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS HOUSE/CHASE, A.K.A SLASH. SO WORD OF ADVICE TO THOSES GETTING QUEASY JUST THINKING ABOUT THE SLASHY GOODNESS DO NOT READ! (DUH!)
DISCLAIMER: APART FROM MY OWN CHARACTERS, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, EVERYTHING HOUSE RELATED BELONGS TO DAVID SHORE. (SADNESS =[ ) ALTHOUGH, IF I DO SO HAPPEN TO SEE JESSE SPENCER JUST WALKING DOWN A LONELY STREET WITH NO WITNESSES….. =]
Where, where will we stand?
When all the lights go out
Across these city streets
Where were you when
All of the embers fell
I still remember them
Covered in ash,
Covered in glass
Covered in all my friends,
I still think of the bombs they build
When he woke up that morning, he thought it was just going to be like every other day:
1.) Get up.
2.) Pretend to be happy in front of parents.
3.) Got to school, pretend to be the beloved jolly-jock, and straight A student.
4.) Go to practice (whether it be football, lacrosse, soccer, etc.), be the best, and pretending to enjoy it.
5.) Go home, and pretend to be ready to start it all over again.
But, sitting there in his English class, waiting for Mr. Adair to tell them what exciting thing they were going to do that day, fait decided to screw with him.
He wasn't really paying attention, why should he?
The girls were gossiping about make-up, and boys, as per usual.
The nerds were comingling with the teachers' pets in the front of the room, just itching for the news on their latest reading assignment.
The burn outs/goths/emos/skate punks/ whatever the hell you want to call them were snoozing, and/or working off their latest high in the back of the room, or at least the one who actually made it to class.
He totally missed the pair of green eyes narrowing at the back of his head
All his "buddies" were in the middle of the room, not too far back for the teacher to call their coaches to get "randomly selected" for a drug test (even though some of them were a bit over due, and wouldn't exactly end up as the squeakiest results), and not too close to the front for the sake of not being thought of as a kiss ass in front of their friends.
They were chatting away about some new exchange student, some say they're from Europe, hopefully a blonde Swedish chick in looks for some kind American boys to show her how to have a good time. Some hoped that it was a French chick with a hot accent, and willing to show the correct way to French kiss.
He silently rolled his eyes at them, Sweden wasn't even in Europe. And with their luck, they'll some weird midget Asian dude with a bad skin condition and dandruff.
The talk of the new foreign student spread like wild fire in the class room, and soon the girls were fanaticizing aloud about a tall, dark, and handsome guy from Italy or Greece willing to show them the size of his "Parthenon".
He rolled his eyes, and sighed, he was surrounded by idiots, truly he was.
While he was literally counting down the seconds left in the 90 minute class, he almost missed the door opening, and a curious person walking in. he would have been just fine spending the rest of the class as a human timer if it wasn't for his friend, Joey, jabbing him in the ribs, and whispering, "Hey, House, check it out. Think it's the foreigner?"
It all truth, House really didn't care about the damn student from across the way that happen to grace their school with their mighty presence, but everyone else did. So, in order to appear normal, and interested, he appeased Joey, and took a in faux curiosity.
Big mistake. But in his defense, he was too distracted to notice the alarm bells in his head.
There, talking in hushed tones with Mr. Adair, was a blond boy, about 6 inches shorter than his own 6 foot stature House guessed. The boy held his books close to his chest, as if he were holding himself together, and protecting himself from the world, like a sign screaming, "Don't come near me!".
He was wearing regular dark jeans, black long sleeved hooded shirt, and convenient Converse All-Stars. House noticed that he was shifting from side to side, and kept tucking his thick blond hair behind his ears, obvious signs of nervousness.
But of every thing about this boy, it was his eyes that really got House. There was no way he could have prepared himself for those truly visionary orbs once they set upon him.
As soon as Mr. Adair introduced the boy as Robert Chase, the boy had set his sights on the class, biting his bottom lip, and giving an awkward wave as if not sure it was expected of him or not.
House wasn't paying to his body language anymore, too intent on staring at those glorious baby blues. House found so much emotion in them that it almost knocked him off his chair, nervousness, suspicion, thoughtfulness, youth, and pain, so much pain, so much more that he himself had.
Beautiful.
That was the one word that had successfully come out of his jumbled mind. This boy with his snow fair skin, and luscious, plump strawberry lips, was an absolute beauty.
A freaking angel!
"House?" Joey said, bring House back to the now. He quickly shut his mouth, not even knowing when it had dropped whilst looking at the beautiful boy.
"Alright, Mr. Chase, if you would just take a seat by Mr. House, and we can soon start today's assignment." Mr. Adair said softly, seeing the boy was like a dear, one swift movement or loud sound and he'd be off.
"Boy, he sure is a beaut, ain't he?" Asked Joey's twin, Mikey, from in front of them, loud enough for them to hear, but not enough for Chase to.
"Shyeah, if you're in to that sort of thing." Joey snorted quickly with an eye roll towards his brother.
What Joey missed, but House caught, was the predatory look in Mikey's eyes, and the smirk that accented the hungry look on his face as Chase walked past him.
House didn't like it one bit.
Neither did the owner of the pair of green eyes behind them, hearing the entire conversation.
House turned his left, and almost jumped in surprise as baby blue peepers met his own electric ones. Chase was standing there nervously looking at him, as if he were waiting for something.
House tore his gaze painfully from the beautiful creature, to the seat beside him, his own books and bag sat there, mocking him. Since no one sat there, he used the free space as storage for his books while not in use.
"Oh, uh, um, sorry." House mumbled, quickly removing the offending objects, and deposited them in front him or under his seat.
"S'fine." He heard a soft reply in an unusual accent as the boy sat down, House swore he could almost feel the heat the little angel radiated as well as beauty.
Unfortunately, House wasn't the only one who heard the accent in the one syllable reply.
"So, we've heard about all these rumors about this new kid, and where they're from," Mikey said, starting directly at Chase, and turning on his charm, "Ya wanna set the record straight?"
House could tell Chase didn't like the attention he was getting, Chase wouldn't exactly meet Mikey's eyes, and tucked back a piece of hair behind his ear.
"Um, Australia." He answered in a something that could be related to a whisper.
"Really? That is so cool!" Joey exclaimed, making Chase jump. "So, you're like a wonda' from down unda'?"
"Mr. Price!" Mr. Adair said sternly, getting on to him for his out burst.
"Sorry, Mr. A!" Joey called back.
Mr. Adair just rolled his eyes, and went back to his e-mail he was composing.
"So?" Joey asked as in there hadn't been an interruption.
"Uh, I guess?" Chase said giving him an odd look.
"Don't mind him, Doll," Mikey said narrowing his eyes into a glare at his twin, "He was dropped on his head as a child."
House tensed at the "Doll" name.
"Yeah, and who's fault was that, dearest brother?" Joey asked in false innocence.
"Uh." Chase was looking more and more uncomfortable by the moment.
"'Ey, Twidle-Dee, Twidle-Dumb, you're scaring the Aussie." House finally interjected, can't taking the pained look on the blond anymore.
"Hey!" The twins exclaimed in unison.
"You both were asking for it." He looked back at Chase and noticed a small smile twitching at the corner of that perfect mouth.
"Anyways, my dear Wombat," He ignored the weird look on Chase's face, "I think I shall take it upon myself and give the introductions. Don't want you running home to tell your British friends how rude us Americans are."
"Australian." Chase mumbled a correction.
"Yeah, that's what I said." He saw that smile grow a bit. He got warm feeling in his chest when he realized he put it there.
"This spaznoid here," He gestured to Joey, "Is Mr. Joseph Price, Retard Extraordinaire."
"Aw, come on, why can't I be something cool, like The Studmister?"
House raised an eyebrow at him, and shook his head in disbelief, "And yet you still wonder. This guy," He pointed to Mikey, "Is Michael Price, Retard's James Dean wannabe twin."
"James who?" Mikey asked.
"He was an actor a few decades ago, heart throb, died young." Chase answered without thinking. He looked up at their stunned faces, then thinking he had stepped out of line, he swiftly slapped his hand to his mouth as if he had let slip disgusting curse word, and muttered an apologie.
"Why you apologizing for?" Joey asked.
"I, uh-"
"You know James Dean?" House asked.
Chase nodded slowly as he cautiously removed his hands, "Who doesn't?"
"Um, people who aren't our grandparents." Mikey drawled. "He's always using out of date comparisons, though." He rolled his eyes in House's direction
"Oh." Chase said, cheeks turning a delicious pink according to House.
"So, can I be like Johnny Dep instead of this James Dean dude? That way I can get more chicks." Mikey asked, puffing out his chest proudly.
"More chicks? As in, you get some now?" Joey wise cracked.
Mikey just rolled his eyes again, but this time at a different target.
"And you?" Came a soft question to House's left.
"What?" He asked.
"You. Are you going to introduce yourself?" Chase asked, cheeks still a bit rosy.
"Greg House, but unless you've got a death wish you'd be wise to just call him House." Joey answered for House, slapping him on the shoulder.
"Ah." Chase squeaked when the slapping noise meet his ears.
House looked at him curiously, this boy was…different to say the least.
They passed the rest of the class in an odd silence as Mr. Adair called it to order. They were going to read Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet this unit. There was a collective groan that echoed through out the class, apart from a few.
Not including the nerds and the teachers' pets, House noticed that Chase was one of the ones who didn't say anything as opposed to complaining, he just got a soft smile on his face that tugged at House's heart strings. A feeling House never thought his frozen heart could even fathom, let alone feel.
"You a fan?" He asked the Aussie as Mr. Adair passed out the books.
Chase looked up at him with wide blue eyes that held a calculating gaze, "Um, yeah, you could say a bit."
Joey passed House two books, one he took for himself, and the other he held out to Chase. When stretching out his arm for the book, Chase's shirt sleeve rode up, and exposed darkened flesh that resembled very much that of a bruise, he didn't seem to have noticed before House let out an involuntary gasp.
Chase look at him weirdly before following House's gaze to his arm. He snatched the book from House, tugged down his sleeve, gathered his things quickly, and stood up just as the bell rang. Chase shot out of the class before House could even comprehend what exactly he was looking at.
"That was weird wasn't it?" Joey asked, gathering his own things. "The way he just ran off, like death was after him of something."
Mikey nodded, looking at the space a blond Aussie had once occupied.
"Or something." Hous muttered absentmindedly. House thought he saw a flash of blond hair through the door, but that could just been wishful thinking.
He sighed, and ran hand through his hair, "Robert Chase." He whispered, then shook his head, following his two friends out of the room and on to next period.
Green eyes followed as their owner, too, walked out the door after seeing everything that had transpired between the jock and the foreinger.
If there's a place that I could be
Then I'd be another memory
Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me
And if we can't find where we belong
We'll have to make it on our own
Face all the pain and take it on
Because the only hope for me
Is you alone
HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!