So,
This was actually a dream I had almost a year ago that wouldn't go away so, after some persuasion from my friends, I decided to write it. This is only the first half of it. I was going to only have it be a one shot but it is already twenty one pages long and I'm only about half way done maybe a bit more so I decided to have it be in two parts. So here is part one! enjoy!
kiwi!
PS. Darren is the same age as Chris in this story!
PPS. I own nothing! Although, I wouldn't mind owning my own Darren and Chris! But alas, it was not meant to be! Oh well!
PPPS. ... means that the story is changing perspective.
PPPPS. Notes between Darren and Chris are now fixed! Hopefully that conversation makes more sense!
PPPPPS. I edited the story and changed a few things so hopefully you guys will still love it
Darren always knew he didn't like girls, at least not like boys were supposed to. Don't get him wrong, they're pretty and all but he's just never had those feelings for them. He had asked his parents about it when he was a little boy and they had told him they would love him either way and that there was nothing wrong with liking boys the way he was supposed to like girls. But he didn't! That was what was so confusing to his five-year-old mind. If he didn't like boys and he didn't like girls…what did he like?
Boys, he liked boys. How did he know this? He owed it all to his best childhood friend Peter's fourteenth birthday party. They were all sitting in Peter's basement playing spin the bottle with an empty sparkling cider bottle when the prettiest girl in eighth grade, Mary Louise Brighton, spun and landed on him. She had sat up and leaned over closing the short distance between them and kissed him and it felt weird. Like really weird, like kissing your sister weird. They broke apart a few seconds later and it was Darren's turn to spin.
He watched eye's wide with curiosity as the bottle stopped on Riker Harrison, the only gay boy Darren knew. He leaned in when Riker did and they kissed and it felt…it felt right. His eyes snapped shut and he leaned in slightly more cupping Riker's cheek with his hand, thinking this is how a kiss should be. Wait what? Darren began to panic his eyes snapping open in shock. He took one look around at the shocked look on his friends faces and bolted unaware of Riker running right behind him calling his name.
He was vaguely aware of someone grabbing his arm and pulling him into an empty room. He hadn't even realized he was crying until a pair of arms snaked around him, Riker's arms.
"Shh. Shh. Hey, its ok. It's ok" Riker mumbled soothingly into his ear until he had calmed down and the tears had stopped.
"How-how did you know?" Darren asked staring at the door of the room; which ironically turned out to be a closet. They had been sitting on the floor Darren's head resting on Riker's lap Riker running a hand through Darren's unruly curls for a while as Darren calmed down. That was another thing about Darren; he liked cuddling with people especially when he was upset.
"Know what?" Riker asked his hand pausing in Darren's hair.
"That you were…that you were gay?" He asked turning to look in Riker's bright blue eyes.
"I didn't" Riker laughed lightly. "Not at first. I mean I knew I was different; I liked playing with the girls and talking about boys and I always thought boys were pretty. But other then that I had no clue. Not until a few years ago. I was looking through a magazine with my guy friends and I saw a picture of a male model." He broke off with a laugh. "He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen, I'm talking gorgeous blue eyes, tan skin, great smile, and abs…miles of abs…like an eight pack." They both laughed this.
"I showed my friends the picture and they told me that boys aren't cute girls were. So I told them I didn't think girls were cute nor did I like boobs…they looked like I had just told them that everything they had ever known was a lie…it was pretty funny. They still try to convince me that boobs are awesome…I still don't like them."
"Anyway, I went home that night and came out to my parents and then to my friends the next day." Riker finished.
"Riker" Darren said a few minutes later.
"Yeah Darren?"
"I'm gay"
Darren and Riker grew close in the three years that followed, almost inseparable but they never really dated although most people thought they did. So it was with a sad and heavy heart that Darren told him the news. They were leaving…moving to some hick town called Clovis because his dad got a promotion at work and Clovis was closer to Fresno then San Francisco.
"Why are you leaving again?" Riker asked running a hand through Darren's hair, something, he found, that always seemed to relax Darren.
"My dad got a promotion in stupid Fresno and he's making us move to Clovis" Darren replied bitterly shifting his head slightly to find a more comfortable position in Riker's lap.
"Why not move to Fresno then?" Riker asked.
"I don't know…something about more affordable housing or something…I stopped paying attention after "You're dad got that promotion in Fresno! We're moving to Clovis!"" Darren replied. "I don't want to go to Clovis" Darren sneered the name.
"I don't want you to either." Riker replied. "What about Chuck? Is he going with you?" he asked.
"No, he left for college a few months ago…lucky bastard" Darren muttered feeling very envious of his brother.
Riker's mom called from the stairs, "Darren sweetie your parents say its time for you to go!" a few seconds later signaling that their time had come to an end.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Darren said sadly.
"Come on I'll walk you out" Riker replied untangling himself from Darren and heading for the front door Darren following behind. They turned to each other once they reached the small front porch and hugged each other for the last time.
"I'll miss you" Darren whispered.
"I'll always be here for you Dare. Always" Riker promised. They pulled away each with a tear in their eyes and Darren climbed into the back of his parents car waving from the back window as they drove off down the road.
….
Chris sighed when his books and papers were thrown on the ground and he was slammed into yet another locker, the force of it causing him to fall to ground.
"Yeah keeping walking ass hat! You'll be washing my car some day." He muttered to himself gathering his papers and books. He reached out to pick up an old French paper that most likely had been hiding in his French textbook only to see that a boy with light olive toned skin and wild curly brown hair had picked it up. He also had a few more papers that had scattered about.
The boy, sensing Chris watching him, looked up and Chris couldn't help but notice that he had the most gorgeous golden honey brown eyes he had ever seen. There wasn't hatred or disgust in them like in most people's eyes when they looked at him. Instead there was happiness and…concern?
"You ok?" he asked his voice washing over Chris filling him with a sense of relief…this guy wasn't going to hurt him…yet.
"Why are you helping me?" Chris asked.
"Because that asshole knocked you into a locker and threw your books on the ground and no one else was helping you." The boy replied handing him his books.
"You're new here aren't you?" Chris asked straightening up.
"Yeah…I'm Darren by the way!" He introduced himself enthusiastically, sticking out his hand practically bouncing up and down, reminding Chris of an overexcited puppy.
"I'm not someone you should get to know." Chris replied walking down the now empty hallway towards his first class.
"Why not?" Darren asked walking alongside him.
"Because," Chris sighed, better get this over with now he thought bitterly.
"Because I'm the school queer with the high voice." He told him waiting for the snide remark Darren would say before walking off.
"So?"
"So, if that ass hole and his Neanderthalic friends see you hanging out with me they'll make you're life a living hell too." Chris replied pinching the bridge of his nose in an effort to calm himself; he felt as though he was talking to a five year old.
"I don't care. I'm not going to avoid you just because some assholes don't like who you are. You don't choose who you love and being attracted to men doesn't make you any less of a human being." Darren told him passionately catching him off guard.
"That's sweet and all but I don't want them to think that I "infected you with my gay"" Chris replied
"Don't worry about that." Darren told him.
"Why not?"
"I'm gay too." Darren told him softly, wincing at Chris's sharp intake of air.
"You're…you're like me?" Chris asked him incredulously…it was way too good to be true there was no way this incredibly cute, sweet puppy like guy was gay.
"Yeah." Darren replied simply.
"Just…don't tell anyone." Chris told him, for some reason he didn't like the idea of those ass holes hurting Darren like they did him. He didn't want him to lose the childlike innocence Darren seemed to have.
"Why not?"
"Because they will tear you apart and just…just stay away from me too. You'll just get hurt." Chris muttered to himself, running towards his next class.
….
Darren watched Chris run off down the hall his last words echoing in Darren's head. He couldn't understand how such beautiful blue/green/gray eyes could hold so much pain and torture. He couldn't understand why people would want to hurt a beautiful porcelain skinned boy like him simply because of who he fell in love with. After all, you love who you love, it shouldn't matter the gender, that's what Darren always thought and felt. He just couldn't understand.
He ran his fingers through his hair with a frustrated sigh before walking off in search of his first period history class. He found it a few minutes later arriving horrendously late.
"Ah…you must be Mr. Criss the new transfer?" His teacher asked. She was an older woman with white hair and green eyes that were currently glaring at him.
"Yes ma'am" Darren said politely.
"I am Mrs. Gresham and I do not tolerate tardiness. I will give you a detention if you are so again. We will be learning about the different branches of the government today…I will expect you to fulfill today's assignment along with the catch up work I have for you." She said handing him a huge packet of paper. "The catch up work will be due Monday you may sit next to Ms. Michele." Mrs. Gresham replied curtly pointing to a girl with long brown hair and big brown eyes before turning back to the board in the front of the class.
"Don't worry about her…she hates everyone." Ms. Michele told him when he sat down.
"And that's a good thing?" Darren replied grabbing a purple notebook with the word history scrawled across the cover and a pencil to take notes with.
"Good point. I'm Lea by the way." Lea introduced herself.
"Darren" Darren replied
"Ms. Michele! Mr. Criss! There is no talking in my class! One more interruption and you will get detention! Mr. Colfer! I thought I told you about being late to my class!" Mrs. Gresham snapped at none other than Chris who had slid into the room so quietly Darren wouldn't have known he was there if she hadn't said anything.
"Sorry Mrs. G, some jerk thought it would be fun to steal my books and…"Chris began to explain exasperatedly.
"I don't care why you are late! One more time and you'll get a detention now sit down!" She replied before bouncing back into her lecture like nothing had happened.
"Hey stranger…looks like we have a class together!" Darren whispered enthusiastically to Chris who had sat down on Lea's other side.
….
"Ooh goody!" Chris replied sarcastically taking out his own notebook.
"Wait you know each other?" Lea asked.
"Yeah, I helped him pick up his books when some jerk wad knocked them out of his hands." Darren explained smiling over at Chris before opening his book and taking notes.
"He did?" Lea asked.
"Oh no! I know that face and whatever you're thinking the answer is no!" Chris hissed.
"I'm not thinking anything." She said ignoring Chris saying something that sounded like "bullshit" while pretending to cough. "Is he gay?" She asked.
"No…well yes but no you are NOT hooking me up with him! He doesn't even like me that way!" Chris hissed.
"Oh please! Did you see the way he looked at you?" she pressed.
"You know just because he doesn't look at me with disdain doesn't mean he automatically likes me! Besides he probably has a boyfriend back home where ever home is!" Chris sputtered.
"San Francisco." Darren muttered not looking up from his notes.
"What?"
"What?" Lea and Chris asked at the same time.
"That's where I'm from, San Francisco." Darren told them.
"Mr. Criss! Ms. Michele! Mr. Colfer! Detention! After school today! I will see you here." Mrs. Gresham screeched the bell ringing a few seconds later.
"Well that's just peachy!" Chris said sarcastically, forcibly shoving his notebook into his bag.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm single." Darren told him.
"Loads." Chris deadpanned before storming out of the room muttering curse words under his breath.
….
"Don't worry about him…he gets that way…it has nothing to do with you." Lea told him packing up her bag.
"I wonder what happened to make him so cold like that?" Darren questioned wondering how such beautiful eyes could hold such pain and anguish and why it hurt him, Darren, so much to see him like that.
"Well when you get bullied as much as he does it tends to make you wary of people." Lea said sadly following him out of the classroom. "What class do you have next?" She asked.
"Ew… AP Bio with Mr. Martin…God I'm so going to fail that class!" Darren moaned looking at his schedule.
"No worries, I have that class next…I'll help you out." Lea said linking arms with him.
"Thanks! You're a fucking life saver!" Darren replied
"No Problem."
" Although I should warn you that I should be kept away from the Bunsen burners." He informed her allowing her to lead him to their next classroom.
"Why?" Lea asked warily.
"Because things tend to blow up or catch fire every time I attempt to use one." Darren admitted ashamedly.
"You blew up the science lab at your old school didn't you?" She asked suspiciously.
"Twice"
"Darren!"
"Ok three times but the third wasn't my fault!" Darren admitted.
….
Chris saw Darren earlier then he had expected to. It turned out they had Sixth period Pre-calculus together. He had somehow managed to get there early without getting thrown into a locker or having an insult thrown at him this passing period and managed to get a seat close enough to the back of the classroom that he wouldn't be bothered but he would also be able to follow along with the lecture as well.
He pulled out his latest screenplay and began editing the scene that he had been working on earlier when the door burst open and none other than Darren freaking Criss burst into the room with that obnoxious smile that Chris was beginning to hate. He talked to Mr. Abler for a few moments before heading to the only open seat left in the class…right next to Chris.
"Hey! Looks like we have two classes together!" Darren said enthusiastically sitting in the desk next to Chris's.
"Looks like it." Chris muttered watching Darren take out another notebook; Pink this time, with the word Pre-calculus written on it. "Pink? Really?" Chris asked skeptically.
"Hell yeah! Pink's an awesome color!" Darren replied flipping to a blank page.
"If you say so." Chris replied skeptically.
"Whatcha writing?" Darren asked turning his head sideways to try to read Chris's screenplay.
"Nothing!" Chris replied quickly, placing his screenplay back in his bag and grabbing a notebook for his math notes.
"If you say so." Darren quoted him before turning towards the front of the class to take notes, sticking his tongue out in concentration. Chris spent the rest of the class forcing him-self to take notes instead of focusing on how adorable Darren looked as he concentrated hard on taking notes looking up in confusion every now and then. Nope, he definitely wasn't falling for Darren…not at all.
….
"Well that was the most confusing thing I have ever tried to learn!" Darren announced walking to detention with Chris. Chris merely grunted in response. "I mean…did you understand any of it? Cause I sure didn't and I know for a fact we were nowhere near there yet in my class back home!" Darren rambled on in frustration.
"There will be no talking!" Mrs. Gresham screeched when they entered her now empty, well empty minus her and Lea, classroom. "Take a seat, grab an assignment and work…you will be here for the next hour. I will tell you when you may leave." She said shortly before sitting back behind her desk grading papers.
Darren gave Chris a goofy smile before sitting behind him next Lea.
"You like him" Lea stated after Darren spent five whole minutes spacing out staring at the back of Chris's head as he worked on…whatever it was from earlier.
"I-I don't know…I mean I've known him for all of half a day." Darren replied thoughtfully before going back to trying to decipher his math notes from earlier. "Gah! I am never going to understand this!" Darren muttered a few moments later.
"You know…Chris is really good at math…I bet he could help" Lea told him without looking up from the book she was reading.
"Chris! Chris! Hey Chris!" Darren hissed when he didn't respond.
"Leave me alone! You're going to get me into trouble!" Chris whisper shouted.
"No talking!" Mrs. Gresham hissed causing Chris to growl and turn back to his whatever it was...Darren still didn't know. After a few more attempts at getting Chris's attention Darren sighed before tearing a piece of paper out of his notebook and writing.
Will you please stop ignoring me :(
I have an important question to ask you!
Darren crumpled the paper and threw it at him, smiling when it landed on his desk where he couldn't pretend not to see it. Darren nearly whooped with happiness when, after ignoring it for a few minutes, Chris let out a sigh and Darren could almost feel him roll his eyes when he opened the paper and read it before scribbling something on it and throwing it back to him
No you cannot read my screenplay.
Darren snorted quietly before penning a reply.
So that's what you're writing! :P
Anyway, I was wondering if you could like help me with Pre-calculus cause I don't understand a fucking thing we are doing right now.
I don't know if that's such a good idea :\
Why? :l
Because, I don't want people to think that we're dating and then beat you up for being gay too :(
Awww, he cares ^.^
But seriously, I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I didn't care besides anyone would be crazy lucky to get to date an amazing guy like you
Thank you :)
And no I don't care…I just don't want you to get your hobbit ass kicked in front of everybody…it would be very embarrassing…for you :P
Darren laughed out loud at that before replying.
You wish! :D
Don't tell anyone but this hobbit can kick some serious ass!
Yeah, and Dumbo's going to come flying out my ass at midnight ;)
Oh my God 0.o
Don't tell me you love Disney too!
Hell yeah!
Disney is the best! :)
:L
I think I love you
Everyone always says Disney is for kids and that I'm too old for it :(
O.o Too old for Disney!
There is no such thing! It's an outrage! Lies I tell you, Lies!
I know! :P
So. Mulan or Cinderella?
Psh, Mulan. Cinderella just ran around cleaning her house and letting her stepsisters step all over her and then ran off crying when they ripped her dress.
And you wouldn't cry if someone ripped a dress your mouse friends took hours making for you?
Ha! No, I'd punch them in the face
Well then, remind me never to rip your dress Mr. Colfer.
Will do Mr. Criss
So….. Little Mermaid or Aladdin?
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Chris let out a snort when he read the question before writing a quick reply and throwing it back only to have Mrs. Gresham grab it off Darren's desk before he could read it.
"Ms. Michele you may leave." She said glaring down at the boys. Lea sent them both a sympathetic look before grabbing her bag and leaving.
Mrs. Gresham finally let the boys go a half an hour later.
"So, will you help me with Pre-calculus?" Darren asked Chris once they'd left the classroom, causing him to roll his eyes.
"If you ask nicely, I'll think about it." Chris told him.
"Oh, wise, wonderful, Amazing, all mighty powerful Chris, whom I could never ever measure up to in a hundred years will you please, please, please find it within yourself to tutor me in Pre-calculus?" Darren begged falling to his knees comically. Chris burst out laughing before replying. "Well since you asked so nicely…I guess I could spare you a few minutes every couple of days to help you out."
"Oh my God! Thank you!" Darren replied standing up and pulling Chris into a hug, letting go instantly when Chris stiffened up at the sudden contact. "Oh shit…I'm sorry! I should have asked you before I did that…shit!" Darren swore running his fingers through his hair in an adorable way, and no Chris isn't falling for him!
"Darren, Darren! It's ok I forgive you. I'm just not used to people touching me in a friendly manner." Chris explained.
"Oh Chris." Darren muttered softly a tear in his eye pulling Chris into another hug. Chris was surprised to see not sympathy reflected in those beautiful hazel eyes but empathy and after a few seconds he returned the hug wrapping his arms around Darren's waist burying his head in the crook of Darren's neck breathing in his sweet slightly musky scent of sandal wood and cinnamon. "Just so you know." Darren said pulling away slightly so he could look Chris in the eye. "I won't ever do anything to hurt you." The look of honesty and heartfelt promise in his eyes left no doubt in Chris's mind that Darren meant every word he said.
"Thank you" Chris whispered softly.
"So…would you like to come over to my house tomorrow and help me with Pre-calculus?" Darren asked once they broke apart sniffling slightly.
"I would love to." Chris replied before they walked their separate ways. "By the way," he called when he reached the end of the hallway "Little Mermaid all the way!" he yelled causing Darren to burst out laughing and damn if that wasn't best sound in the entire world. Darren waved sending him one more dazzling smile before he left that Chris would deny even with his dying breath made his heart speed up and his lungs forget how to work momentarily.
….
Darren grinned when Chris snorted the next day when he walked up to Chris's locker wearing his favorite pink flannel shirt and pink sunglasses.
"Well, someone sure likes the color pink."
"Hell yeah, what's not to like about it?" Darren asked leaning against the locker next to Chris's hanging his glasses on his shirt.
"Gee I don't know it brings out your gay quite nicely." Sneered a cold voice from the other side of Chris's locker.
"What do you want asshole I mean Austin?" Chris sighed staring dully at the six foot four football player who had made it his life's mission to make Chris's life a living hell. Darren didn't like this guy and couldn't understand why he felt so protective of Chris all of a sudden.
"To see why you're trying to infect the new kid with your gay Colfag." Austin sneered; nope Darren didn't like him at all.
"Colfer…his last name is Colfer." Darren said simply pushing up from the locker he was leaning on standing almost directly in front of Chris. "And he can't "infect" anybody with his "gay". It's not a disease you can catch it's something you are. You either like boys or you don't. You don't choose it and you certainly can't make someone else choose it either." Darren finished passionately.
"Don't tell me you're a fag lover." Austin replied incredulously. Nope I am one Darren thought to himself.
"You know the term "fag" is incredibly offensive and rude. Not to mention cruel but yes I do support gay rights', being gay doesn't make you any less human." Darren replied simply, feeling Chris staring at him in awe.
"Oh god that is just disgusting." Austin snarled.
"No, you're the one who is disgusting. Thinking you can go around and pick on someone because of who they love and then tell them they chose it? Like we choose be teased and taunted and tormented on a daily basis! Like I chose to have assholes like you make my life a living hell! No one in their right mind would ever choose that!" Chris snapped.
"Whatever!" Austin scoffed knocking Chris's book out of his hands and shoving Darren into the lockers for good measure and yeah that was going to bruise.
"You ok Darren" Chris asked picking up his History book.
"Yeah just…do you have to deal with assholes like that every day?" Darren asked wondering how Chris managed to keep going every day.
"Yeah." Chris replied softly.
"That is just bullshit! You should have to go through shit like that…it's not fair…you don't deserve it." Darren told him earnestly fighting the urge to pull him into his arms.
"Let's just get to class." Chris sighed softly.
"Ok." Darren replied finding and squeezing Chris's hand softly smiling encouragingly at him trying to convey to Chris that he wasn't alone... not anymore.
….
The rest of the day went away far too slowly for Chris's liking but eventually sixth period was over and poor Darren looked even more confused than before when they finally exited the school.
"So where do you live?" Chris asked following Darren off campus.
"Not far…just over the hill behind the school." Darren replied casually.
"Just be- just behind the hill! Darren, that's like two miles away!" Chris shrieked horrifiedly. There was no way in hell he was walking two miles!
"Relax!" Darren laughed. "First of all it's one point nine miles and secondly I have a car you know…I just had to park around the corner from the school this morning cause I was running late." Darren replied walking up to a beat up lime green 1968 Camaro.
"Really? Lime Green?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow incredulously.
"Don't make fun of her! She's sensitive!" Darren replied sliding into the driver's side.
"If you say so." Chris replied skeptically sliding into the passenger seat before he thought of something. "Wait…you do actually know how to drive right? You're not one of those people who shouldn't be allowed on the road are you?" He asked causing Darren to burst out laughing.
"Yes, I do know how to drive and no I am not a crazy driver." Darren told him when he finally caught his breath.
"Good because if I die because you're lying I am so going to haunt your ass!" Chris muttered closing the door and strapping himself in.
"Why…fancy my ass?" Darren teased pulling onto the road.
"Wha…no!" Chris sputtered blushing red as a tomato.
"Well it is a nice ass if I do say so myself" Darren replied cheekily.
"You keep telling you're self that." Chris muttered. "You know if you're not careful your shoulders aren't going to be able to support your head." He said more clearly.
"I do not have a big ego!" Darren replied in mock indignation pulling into a little light brown farmhouse. "And just for the record," Darren said popping his head through the driver's side door. "You love my ass." Chris rolled his eyes climbing out of Darren's car laughing when Darren walked up to his wiggling his butt as he walked.
"Is nice no?" Darren asked in a horrible French accent sticking his butt out as he opened the front door.
"No." Chris replied shaking his head at Darren's silliness.
"Hey mamma I'm home!" Darren called entering the house.
"Hey Dare bear! How was school today sweetie?" A short Filipino woman asked scurrying out of the kitchen and into the small living room where the boys were standing pulling Darren into a hug.
"It was great mamma!" Darren answered hugging her back. "Mamma, this is Chris! He is going to help me with Pre-Cal. Chris this is my mamma Cerina!" Darren introduced them.
"It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Criss" Chris said sticking his hand out to shake hers. He could see where Darren got his eyes and triangle eyebrows from, though hers were perfectly sculpted, Darren's needed some major help.
"Oh please call me mamma Criss…all of Darren's friends do." She said kindly, pulling him into a hug. "Darren sweetie, there is some fruit in the kitchen if you two are hungry and Chris is more then welcome to stay for dinner if he wants… I'm making chicken!" She announced, smiling warmly at them.
"Thank you Mrs.- mamma Criss…I would love too!" Chris replied before Darren's mom retreated up the stairs next to the living room to what Chris assumed was her bedroom. Chris smirked at Darren before saying, "Come on Dare Bear we've got home work to do."
"Ok… but I'm grabbing some fruit first…would you like some fruit Christopher?" Darren asked smirking back at him before entering the small kitchen and returning with a bug bowl of fruit.
"Don't call me Christopher." Chris grumbled following Darren down the hallway. Darren led them to the end of the hallway and through the only door there besides one led to a bathroom.
Darren's bedroom wasn't very much bigger than the tiny living room they just left. The walls were a light crème color; the wall across from the door was adorned with a few Harry Potter posters, a window, and a desk with an acoustic guitar leaning on the wall between the desk and the closet door. The wall the door was in had an old dresser pressed against it on the right side by the bed, which had been pushed against the back wall facing the rest of the room. A bookshelf took up most of the wall opposite the bed and was completely full of books, records, and CD's along with a small sound system and an old record player.
"Really Darren…do you label everything?" Chris asked looking through a stack of notebooks all of them labeled with things from Social Studies (sixth grade) to song lyrics and "Did you really catalogue your book shelf?" Chris asked flipping through it as Darren turned his radio on lowering the volume so it played softly in the background.
"Yeah…did you see how many records I have alone?" Darren replied flopping down on his black comforter.
"One hundred and forty two according to this." Chris replied, placing the notebook back with the others before tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Don't be afraid to make yourself comfortable." Darren told him patting the bed next to him and popping a strawberry into his mouth. Chris rolled his eyes before plopping down next to him and stealing a grape.
"Ok…Let's learn Pre-cal!" Chris said with fake enthusiasm.
"Ok so what the hell am I supposed to be finding here?" Darren asked an hour later.
"Find angle X using angles A, B, and C." Chris replied.
"Ok so according to the book angle X is equivalent to angle C so how do I find A, B, and C?" Darren asked.
"Angle A and angle Y are Supplementary angles." Chris replied
"Meaning that when you add them together you get 180 so 180 minus 107 will get you angle A! And angle Z and angle B are also supplementary angles and 180 minus 125 is 55 so angle B is 55 degrees and Angle A is 73 degrees!" Darren said excitedly scribbling everything down as he talked.
"Very good Dare Bear now how are you going to find angle C?" Chris asked trying not to burst out laughing at Darren's excitement.
"By subtracting angle B and angle A from 180?" Darren half asked half told him.
"Yes." Chris confirmed going back to working on his script.
"So angle C is 52 degrees therefore angle X is 52 degrees." Darren replied scribbling it down.
"Yep."
"Oh my God! I actually understood that…that made much more sense then the way Mr. Abler showed us! You're a miracle worker!" Darren almost squealed practically launching himself at Chris. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Dare-Dare I need to breathe!" Chris chuckled hugging him back allowing Darren to pull him down so they were lying face to face on his pillows.
"Sorry." Darren apologized softly, brushing a stray hair out of Chris's eyes before they fell into a comfortable silence.
"Mmm this is kinda nice." Chris muttered sleepily a few minutes later.
"What?" Darren asked.
"Having a friend…having someone who cares. It's nice." Chris replied.
"Wait…you mean to tell me you don't have a single friend?" Darren asked incredulously a look of deep sorrow in his eyes.
"Well, there's Lea but it's different with her. She's a girl…you are the first guy I have ever met outside my family who doesn't look at me in disgust or fear. Who isn't afraid to touch me like I'm some sort of disease or something." Chris finished sourly.
"Chris, you aren't a disease or disgusting. Don't ever think that…You- your beautiful Chris please don't ever forget it." Darren told him his eyes blazing with emotion giving him the sense that Darren was looking into his soul gently wiping a tear from Chris's cheek that Chris hadn't even known was falling.
"Thank you." Chris whispered.
"So Pocahontas or Sleeping beauty?" Darren asked him a few minutes later.
"Hmm…that's a hard one…what do you think?" Chris asked him. Darren chuckled lightly before responding.
"Now, now Christopher I asked you first." Darren scolded him.
"Don't call me Christopher, Dare Bear," Chris smirked.
"Aw Colfer, you really should've stopped calling me that. You see, now I'm going to have to tickle you!" Darren announced attacking Chris's sides with his fingers.
"Alright Criss it is so on!" Chris replied in between laughs before smacking Darren with one of his pillows.
"Oh! Starting a pillow fight now are we? I see…well two can play that game! Bring it on!" Darren announced grabbing his other pillow and smacking Chris with it. They ended up chasing each other around Darren's room hitting each other with Darren's pillows laughing like mad men Pre-cal homework completely forgotten.
So, I hope you don't hate ma story...it is the first Crisscolfer story I have written so please be easy on meh! So I hope you liked it
Klaine hugs and kisses!
Kiwi
PS. I appreciate concrit
PPS. just a warning the shits about to hit the fan in the next half
until the next time!
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