AN: I haven't proof read it yet, so I'll be doing that tomorrow. Hope you enjoy~! Read and Review, plz
AN2: Just realized I didn't put the song in. It's "White Demon Love Song" by The Killers. And before you accuse me of anything, I liked it way before Twilight tainted it. Any pointers or suggestions are more than welcome. I haven't written in a while. /sad face
AN3: I've FINALLY gone back an proof read it. Sorry about that; it was kind of confusing. OTL And I changed who was singing the song because, Lonelymoongodess was right; it was OOC. The next chapter will be up in a few hours. I have a ton of page views but no actual reviews. Maybe I can capture your interest with the next chapter? /crosses fingers/ ANY review is helpful. Even ones like "This sucks" helps me know that I need to change something. ;3;
Btw? I Ship Us
Prologue
That boy was such a fag.
White demon love song down the hall
White demon shadow on the road
Back up your mind, there is a call
He isn't coming after all
Love this time
She likes the way he sings
White demon love song's in her dreams
Sometimes Aaron would get with those little female friends of his and they would spazz so violently, one would think they had all just walked through a spider's web. Squealing and flush faced, they would crowd around things no one else knew of and they would use terms he had never heard before.
Aaron was always with those boys of his, too. He could hear his booming laughter down the halls at school; the kind where he would throw his head back, close his eyes, and hold his stomach from the force of it.
He was comfort with a flare. His clothes were obviously chosen with care, but he always looked like he had just rolled out of bed. His hair never looked the same twice, but it was always messy. He was constantly dying and un-dying and re-dying that hair. His favorite seemed to be to bleach his hair to a snowy white and, for fun, he would dye the tips pink or blue or purple or green.
White demon, where's your selfish kiss?
White demon sorrow will arrange
Let's not forget about the fear
Black invitation to this place that cannot change
While strangely holy, come for a rain
He was also brave. No matter what threats were thrown his way, no matter how many dumpster dives he went through or slushie facials he received, he always found a way to irk the other football players. He began styling his wardrobe around such activities, making it near impossible to embarrass him. Everyone thought he was pretty much a freak anyway, so no one really seemed to notice him in the halls anymore.
(darling)
Mess with his friends or his twin, however, and suddenly he was a Mother Bear. All teeth and claws and bristled fur. He sometimes would walk down the halls with a swagger that almost rivaled that of Puckerman's(before he joined Glee and thus turned into a freaky pansy). That smirk in his chocolate eyes was enough to make even a prude like Rachel weak in the knees. Even Santana could be seen trying to seduce him, despite the fact that he was gay and obviously not interested. Not that he didn't flirt right back, though.
White demon, widen your heart's scope
White demon, who let your friends go?
White demon, widen your heart's scope
White demon, who let your friends go?
He hated Aaron.
Let us be in love
(let us be in love)
Let's do old and grey
(let's do old and grey)
I won't make you cry
(I won't make you cry)
I will never stray
(I will never stray)
I will do my part
(I will do my part)
Let us be in love tonight
Aaron made him do stupid, stupid things. Faggy things. Like standing in the rain with an old boom box over his head. "Accidentally" run into him at Breadstix and offer to have him join him...and pay for him when he isn't looking. Slip his favorite CDs into his locker when he's alone after practice. Friend him on Facebook through a fake account. Leave little notes in the library, in books he knows will catch his eye. Have Aaron tutor him in his favorite subject, just to watch his eyes light up. Dream about him. Feel his heart sag to the ground when the smaller boy is missing from school. Force his mind to question, 'I wonder if he'll let me go there with him next time, wherever "there" is.'
White demon, widen your heart's scope
White demon, who let your friends go?
White demon, widen your heart's scope
White demon, who let your friends go?
Let himself be pushed up against those lockers, their bodies so close together that he wished their skin would melt together.
(stand it anymore, darling)
(stand it)
Sit in the auditorium, with no one else around to see him, and listen to the boy sing a song he would never ever ever admit to liking.
(I can't stand it anymore, darling)
(stand it)
But, despite the glare of the stage lights and the flaming red heat on his cheeks, he could see it. Aaron Zartman was smiling down at him, that white, white Cheshire cat grin of his.
Another man had forced kisses on him. And Dave Karofsky desperately wanted him to do it again.