Changes
Pete slowly climbed out his window, trying his hardest to ignore the sickening sounds of his mother and stepfather in the act of passion coming from across the hall. He carefully climbed down the tree that was located outside his room.
During the summer there was no curfew to worry about, so he wasn't afraid of being caught by the police. But summer was almost over, much to his relief. That meant Bullworth, Jimmy, but most importantly, Gary Smith. They had released him a few days ago from Happy Volts Asylum, or so his resources had reported to him (mainly the Preps, as of late). He would be retuning to the Academy, mush to everyone's dismay. Everyone except Petey's that is. Even Petey's mother had asked if he would like to be sent somewhere else when she heard the news. Peter had told her he would prefer to attend again. Gary had apparently been cured… or at least gotten better and was taking his meds.
Over the summer a lot had changed. Mainly Pete himself. Sure, he was still pretty short and of a slim build, but he had been in a state for the last few months were he had been desperate for anything that could possibly distract him. So he had taken up boxing with the Preps as well as riding his bike five miles everyday to and from a gym in the next town… but when this hadn't been enough of a distraction he had gotten a part time job at a new music store in New Coventry.
There had also been some long awaited changes to the town. Blue Skies Industrial Park had been deemed unfit as a residential area, so all the residents had been moved out by the city and put into New Coventry, which had been renovated to the max. It was now almost as nice as Old Bullworth Vale… Petey doubted it would stay that way for very long with all the poorer residents of the town living there. Blue Skies was now just an industrial area, with the exception of Happy Volts, which would soon be moved to a new facility somewhere near the church. After they bulldozed the old building, the plot would be used by Bullworth, for what Petey wasn't sure yet. But as Head Boy, he was pretty sure he would be told.
But on Petey's side of town, in Old Bullworth Vale, nothing much had changed, besides the fact that Petey had gotten two new neighbors over the vacation. On the left were The Perry's, who had a son who would be attending Bullworth with Petey. On the right were The White's, whose son Blake was an 18 year old drop out who worked with Pete at Motor's Music. Josh Perry was an only child, like Pete, and he was a drag queen. No joke. But he was a very convincing queen. Pete had dated him at the beginning of the summer, knowing full well that he was a guy, but the two had decided it would work best to just be friends. 'Like BFFs' had been Josh's exact words. So that's what they were. Blake White had three little sisters, the youngest being five, and had helped Petey as a distraction. Blake had taught Pete to play the guitar, as well as how to read sheet music. But it hadn't taken long because Pete was a really fast learner when it came to music.
But, back to the present. Peter was going to the pier to kill some time… or more specifically, get away from the nasty sex noises that his mother, Carla, and step father, Ian, made when in the act of passion. Pete gagged just thinking about it. Peter ran his hands through his now shoulder length brown hair, before sitting on the bench and crossing his legs in a very feminine way. He smiled; he could practically hear Gary's voice… 'What the hell Femme-boy?' He shook those thoughts away as he sighed. 'Only a few more days now, Petey… You can hold on that long right?' he asked himself. He jumped as the cell phone in his pocket played High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup very loudly. Petey, wondering who the hell called at 4 am, answered the phone with an irritated hello.
He could only hear deep breathing on the other end, so he repeated his hello.
"Ooooh, Peter…" came a rather heated and deep voice that he was thrilled to recognize.
Petey couldn't help but grin.
"Gary, you're so sick, man."
"Damn it Femme-boy! You're suppose to cry and scream 'you pervert' before hanging up and snuggling with you pink dog… or something like that." Gary droned, amusement practically oozing off his words.
"In you dreams, douche." Petey said, bringing his knees to his chest. "So I guess its true then. You're really coming back to Bullworth?"
"Wow… you're feisty today… and yes, I am rejoining you in hell, my love!" Gary cried out passionately.
Pete sighed. "You done?" he asked, rather amused himself at Gary's over dramatic and rather OOC behavior.
"No… Yes… I don't know, maybe… uh… seesaw!" Gary said, his voice reaching a pitch Petey didn't know he could.
"Okay… what the hell? Just… what the hell?" Petey asked, rather frightened by Gary's behavior, it was worse than before.
"I don't know, I think it's the meds they have me on…" Gary answered.
"I'll humor that. So what are you doing?" Pete asked, letting his head fall back to rest on the back of the bench.
"Aw, Pete, why'd you do that? I was admiring the glow of the moonlight on your hair… which looks gayer than I thought possible, by the way." Gary said, chuckling.
Peter whipped around, and sure enough, Gary stood at the end of the pier, well out of Pete's earshot. Gary grinned and waved, flipping his phone shut and strolling over to Pete.
"Well, Femme-boy, you just going to gape or are you going to say something?" Gary asked, raising his brow at the boy.
"When did you get here?" Pete asked, regaining his composure.
"Hm… uh, like twenty minutes ago maybe?" Gary said, scratching the side of his head as he gazed up at the sky. "But anyway, not important."
"How did you get here?" Pete asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"My alien buddies beamed me here, how do you think I got here? I fucking hitch-hiked!" Gary said, plopping down on the bench beside Pete.
"Gary…" Pete groaned, rolling his eyes.
"What? Don't judge me! Anyway… what's been up with you?" Gary asked, casting a sideways glance at the boy.
Peter shrugged. "Nothing much… just working."
"Oh my God, not the street corners Pete! Anything but the street corners!" Gary said in a mocking tone, laughing.
Pete sighed, getting up. "I don't need to take your shit, asshole." He said, walking off down the pier.
"Whoa, whoa, Petey," Gary chuckled, grabbing Pete's wrist, "When did you grow balls? I'm hurt that I wasn't here to stop it."
"You know what? Shut up! Jimmy's right, you're boring."
Gary glared at him. "Well now, Petey… I have to say, I don't much like your attitude."
Peter glared right back, gaze never faltering.
After what seemed like forever, Gary chuckled, and released Pete's wrist.
"Come on, I didn't mean anything by it. Sit down." Gary said in a soothing tone, smiling.
After a few seconds, Petey plopped back down on the bench.
"There now, not so bad, am I?" Gary asked, gripping Petey's chin and turning the boy to look at him.
Peter's heart began beating very fast, his shoulder's tensing.
"No…" he barely managed to say it without squeaking.
"Why are you out here anyway?" Gary asked, releasing Pete's jaw.
"Getting away from parent sex…" Pete said.
Gary made a face. "Gross…" he said.
"Yep… I might start heading back soon, hopefully they're done before I get there…" he said, scratching a rather irritating mosquito bite on his arm.
"Alright then, let's go." Gary said, standing up.
"What?" Peter asked, standing up with him.
"Well, you're not going to just leave me here to sleep on this bench, are you?" Gary asked, mocking hurt.
"Well… no. But my mom will be pissed when she wakes up and you're at the house…" Pete said, thinking hard.
"So what?" Gary asked, irritated.
"So nothing. Come on." Petey said, motioning for Gary to follow him.
-Later-
Gary sat on Petey's bed, legs crossed Indian style. Pete was digging through his drawers, looking for something Gary could wear to sleep. He eventually took out a pair of black cotton shorts and a white undershirt. He handed them to Gary. He pointed to the bathroom. Gary got up and went to change, and while he was in there Pete put a Mindless Self Indulgence CD into his state of the art player, a gift from Ian. He turned the volume low enough so that it wouldn't wake anyone up. When he was done with that, he took an elastic band and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. Gary came out while he was putting his hair up.
"What the fuck, Femme-boy?" Gary asked, dropping his clothes on the floor by the bed.
"What?" Petey asked, turning to look at him.
Gary shook his head, "Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "And what is this shit?" Gary asked, making a face.
"Mindless Self Indulgence…" Pete said, turning it up.
"Well, I figured that much. What's the band?" Gary asked.
"That is the band, Gary…" Pete said, trying hard to hide his smile.
"Oh…" Gary said, feeling stupid.
Petey bobbed his head slowly as track 5 started up, and singing along with the lead singer.
Gary was just starting to doze on Petey's bed when there came a series of taps on Petey's window.
Peter hurried over to the window they had climbed through earlier and opened it.
"Hey, P. I saw you weren't alone when you came back… and I just could not control my curiosity! I had to come investigate, so here I am… Oh, Blake's here too. Just FYI! Can I come in?" came possibly the most overly ditzy voice Gary had ever heard.
"Yeah sure," Petey said, offering his hand to whoever it was.
Pete helped the person in.
"Oh, P! Is this him?" asked the girl, elbowing Pete in the side, while eyeing Gary.
-End Ch. 1-
So, there it is… The start of my first Bully fan fiction… I don't know really what you guys will think… I hope you like it.