I was reading a Tom & Jerry magazine *don't judge me* and this idea came to mah head. And I wanted to bounce back into the writing thing so…here's the fic. :D Yesh, Shannon Moore. I don't think it's gonna be rape…but there's Shannon Moore…XD.

Angel of Avalon
Rated: +18 – darkness; sex; violence
Summary: MPREG. This was it. Shannon Moore, the skater child that had friends who left him because of his obsession, is being tricked by one of his long time enemies, Phil Brooks…who makes Shannon THINK he's pregnant but when the trick turns into something real…? Who'll believe Shannon at that point? SLASH.
Genre: Drama/Angst

1

"Shannon!" Jeff dropped an object from his hand, a black patent leather bag as Shannon surfed from his skateboard from the stairs, doing a flip over Jeff and scaring the shit out of him because he thought he'd be hit by the wheels, as Shannon's board hit the ground and a laugh erupted from Shannon's lips.

Matt just glared at Shannon. "Stop it. You know that you could've hit him and those wheels aren't really cotton so I advise you to keep your skateboard away from my brother's face."

Shannon just continued to laugh while Jeff just rolled his eyes and grabbed onto his bag again, that somehow went along with his indigo denim vest, the golden glitter lining the pocketing detail and the jacket itself, especially on the back where it said 'Kärlek' in bold golden glitter and Jeff's shirt was a white t-shirt as Shannon could see from Jeff's sleeveless vest. The most important thing on that look was his vest and the golden belt that he had slung onto his waist so perfectly.

Shannon's eyes drifted towards Matt, who was dressed into black pants that were splattered with white as if he had accidentally let white paint splatter over them and a black sweater. Shannon's eyes went to his own clothing, a faded sleeveless vest, a red sweater and black pants. They were such an odd bunch and just as Shannon was about to get towards the next class, Jeff grabbed onto Shannon's wrist and Shannon stared at him. "Jeff?"

Jeff blinked, clearing his throat for a moment. "Shan?"

"Yeah?"

Jeff blinked once more as if he was telling himself that the scene in front of him was real and Shannon could sense Jeff's nervousness. "…um…would you…go out with…me…this…weekend?" Jeff had very few males that were approved in Matt's opinion and Shannon was one of them. Matt did trust Shannon with his life but there was one thing he utterly despised about Shannon

He put his skateboarding before anything else.

He was failing every class…and didn't care as long as he can twist perfectly on his skateboard. He also neglected spending time with them because of it as well…his skateboard was his life and the Hardy's thought of dismantling the board but Shannon didn't ever seem to let go of it. They wouldn't be surprised if Shannon slept with that thing right beside him.

Shannon just stared at Jeff for a moment. "…I got a competition this weekend."

"Oh, what about the next?"

"I'm busy then too—"

And that was the last straw. Matt clutched his fists tightly and swung one right at Shannon's face, causing Jeff to shriek and jump up, horrified but the nervousness in his eyes were gone, replaced with pure horror and confusion as Matt just stared down at Shannon, anger concealing into his every pore and Matt continued to hit Shannon's face, until Matt was sure that there would be a bruise onto Shannon's flesh.

"…you…I won't fucking believe you, Shan! You know for how many fucking weeks has Jeff spent trying to just bring up the subject and God, I guess I didn't do anything when you missed his birthday or 'forgot' about stuff we planned months ago! Shan, you fucking changed! If you don't need us around then just say so. I'm so sick and tired of you ditching us. I'm so sick and tired of you watching ditch Jeff like that when you know that he has feelings for you."

Shannon just stared into Matt's eyes, hard brown but truth burned into every word that he said.

"If you guys were more into the stuff I liked…" Shannon started.

"What stuff? You are only interested in one thing and one thing only…this stupid skateboarding thing of yours. That's the only thing you do, Shannon. We know. And we're so tired of it! Your life is just based on this. I know that your mother says you skip meals sometimes 'cause of it. If you don't even stop for a minute just to start eating then I don't know what in hell's name is wrong with you."

Shannon just stared at him for a moment before he swung a fist at Matt's face, jumping on top of him when Matt threw Shannon straight to the lockers beside them, Shannon's head hitting the metal of the locker in front of him and Shannon let out a gasp before he let his anger drive his body unstably, standing up and trying to push his boot into Matt's stomach while Matt's hand went to Shannon's leg and tripped him over, his head hitting the lockers once more as his head throbbed.

Matt just stared at him. "So what now, Shan…? Do you wanna stop pretending to know as if you can fight?"

"Matty-"

"Shut up, Jeff." Matt snapped, clearly not in the mood for anyone.

Shannon just started hyperventilating but still jumped on top of Matt's body, his legs entwining around Matt's waist as Matt pushed him towards the locker, pinning him into position, their faces inches apart from each other as Shannon's hot breaths hit Matt's face, his eyes burning with fury. "If I fucking annoy you so much," Shannon snarled under his breath. "Then maybe you shouldn't be my friend anymore."

"Who wants you anyways?" Matt shoved Shannon aside, letting him hit the floor as his backpack finally spilled, books and papers and pencils flying everywhere as Shannon glared at Matt, ignoring the spilled contents of his bag for a moment. "And we won't see you again, Shannon."

Matt left, but Jeff still stayed for a moment, kneeling down to help Shannon pick up his textbooks and materials before shoving them back into Shannon's blue backpack. It was silent for a moment before Shannon just looked over at Jeff, knowing that there was no way in hell he was going to apologize for being himself when Jeff just stood up and brushed his pants, looking over at Shannon. "…bye."

It had a semi-permanent feeling that Shannon hated. But hell, if they didn't need him…then he didn't need them…

Right?

During lunch, Shannon sat alone, putting the tray of his food on a white table…away in a corner, watching Jeff and Matt laugh at something while Shannon picked at his food, the feeling of being famished a moment ago seemed to have gone away and then his eyes met olive eyes.

Fuck no.

Philip J. Brooks slipped beside Shannon, just smirking at him. Mocking him with his eyes. "…oh, who do we have here?"

"Get the fuck away from me, Brooks."

"Not so sweet, are you?"

Phil knew that Shannon was a far better skater, not that he'd admit that anyways. Phil just stared down at the tray of food that Shannon was messing with. "You know…you-"

"Just get this straight, Brooks. I don't like you and you don't like me…so just get the hell outta my sight and let me eat in peace."

"Oh, you'll pay. I was trying to be nice."

"Yeah right."

Phil turned around and was about to leave when he grabbed onto Shannon's plate and smeared the contents of the half-baked lasagna onto his face, causing it to drip from his face as Phil laughed and Shannon just glared, half angry, half hurt.

Night finally came.

Shannon didn't think he'd feel so alone. He felt guilty every time he picked up his skateboard and he hated that feeling…he wanted to call Jeff, or Matt, but he didn't want to say sorry…maybe it was just the first day feeling that would go away eventually. His heart pumped when he heard the sound of something…

Shannon walked towards his balcony, grabbing onto a vase from his table and about to hit his victim, Phil spun his face and Shannon dropped the vase, allowing the porcelain to crash into a million pieces as Shannon's heart rate went up five times. Phil started laughing. "Didn't your parents hear that?"

"My room is soundproof."

"Why?"

"…I used to sing a lot as a kid and I sounded like cats fighting." Shannon muttered as Phil continued to laugh, grabbing onto another vase and staring at it.

"What in fuck's name are you doing here…?"

Phil didn't answer him for a moment.

"Brooks! Answer me—"

"Fine." Phil cut him. "You really wanna know?"

Shannon nodded, slightly uncertain now but Phil swung the vase straight to his head, allowing the blood to pour out of his head, dots forming into Shannon's visions and the last thing that Shannon felt was Phil's hands onto Shannon's waistband as he unzipped Shannon's pants.

Then…all was black.

…X3.

I hate to cut it off there but I really really wanna post this and I really really need to go to bed as well. XD.

X Sam.