AUTHOR'S NOTE: WARNING Mature for language, offensive things, sexual references, and bad humor. The two main characters are gay. This is not yaoi because it is not Japanese gay porn. There is no porn. They are just gay. You have been warned. Please no flames, yada yada.
The emerald eyes flashed with sunlight as they darted to the black clothes and the pale skin. A fleshy finger was pointing out the black clad teenager, and once it knew its purpose had been accomplished, it hid in the pocket of a teen's sweater. There was a group of boys, a good number of chattering girls thrown into the mix, and they, including the emerald eyes, stopped to look at the pale boy across the quad, their view interrupted at times by the busy lunch traffic.
"He's gay? Are you sure?" "No way!" Giggle. "So messed up. A gay gangster? How long do you think he's gonna last before one of his drop out druggy buds puts a bullet in his head?" "Probably won't even notice. The freak's always high. A different drug every day, is what I hear." "When you want something you go to him or one of the guys that are always with him. They always reek of weed."
The green eyes focused on the pale teen, picking up his languid posture. He was stoned, slouching sloppily on a bench with a few other guys, some in a state similar to his.
"Feh. So Hell Dog Vlad's a gay…and all this time he's been calling us faggots. Well, now he's the one that's screwed. Not long before his little crew finds out about this rumor. I hear that it's totally legit' but even if it isn't, a rumor's enough for that group to put a hit on him." "Where have you been learning this kind language?" "Oh, been watching this show called JAIL on TV. Really interesting psychology for the whole thing though. I like it, though it's pretty profane. Loads of sex offenders…you bet Hell Dog's raped his own number of girls…oh wait he's a gay now, never mind." Laughter began and carried across the quad to the languid Hell Dog. Red eyes swiveled to their direction, blurrily making out the source of the sound. A flash of green, they noticed, and then lost interest and let their gaze wander away. Not going to waste a good high on something as ridiculous as this, the teen's eyes closed and Vlad cut off the sounds of the school campus and remained on the bench after the warning bell for the last five minutes of lunch sounded in the air above him.
He felt good right now. This was the only time he ever felt good, and he had to treasure it, cuz he was out of cash and his stash was spent as well. Whatever. It was worth it.
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The green eyes were dimmed by the indoor lighting as they followed the dark figure when it slipped into the janitor's closet. It was supposed to be locked, the green eyes thought as they drew closer to the door. They looked down at the handle as a tan hand turned it, opening the door. He could already smell the cigarette smoke, the tan teen stared at the red eyes that burned in the poorly lit room, a cigarette hanging from pale, expressionless lips. Vlad cocked a brow at the tall blonde boy with the brilliant green eyes and tanned skin, and his eyes flicked to the opened door.
"Where're your manners?" The question came from the cigarette occupied mouth, the words working around the obstruction. "Close the fucking door."
The door shut, but the tan teen closed it so that he left himself locked inside the large closet with the smoking delinquent. Vlad's brow hitched higher and he frowned at the unwelcomed intruder. "What the fuck do you want?"
"I would like to talk to you."
Vlad's brow eased as his eyes narrowed at the nervousness in the tone and the way the green eyes could no longer come to his face, as if the taller teen was embarrassed or anxious, or both. "Huh? You stupid or something? Get out. This is my fucking closet, get your own, bitch."
The green eyes flinched, and dismally fell to the floor. It was quiet for a moment, and then a hesitant glance from the green eyes found a relaxed glare burning back at them. Vlad's cigarette flared and smoke seeped from his mouth as he spoke. "What's your name?"
The tan boy seemed to stutter. "M-my name's Alex. Last name, Anderson."
Vlad frowned upon the stuttering, but did not comment, instead he looked up at the small windows by the ceiling on the wall across from the one he was leaning against. He removed the cigarette and exhaled a noxious cloud to watch it rise and disperse slowly. "Alright Alex Anderson, god that's a shitty name. Everyone's an Alex or an Anderson, the name's fuckin' everywhere. How do you keep track of yourself? Fuck, what a lame ass name. I'm going to call you Anderson, alright. I know at least twenty freaken Alex's already and I'm goddamn tired of the name." The cigarette burned idly in the boy's hand as he scowled at the window and then returned the white stick to his mouth and rolled his eyes to the staring teen, without warning, making the green orbs look away. Vlad noticed the fancy logo on the bronze frames of the glasses and the boy's nice clothing. "Aw fuck," The tan face jerked up in surprise as Vlad cursed, biting on the filter of his cigarette. "Fuck, you're a freaken faggot. I know it. I know a freaken fag when I see one. Fuck it."
The teen fumed, drawing viciously on his cigarette so that a stub of ash tumbled to the floor. They're already coming, he thought with disgust.
The green eyes were steady and the tan face was sure for a moment before becoming humble again. "But…I've heard that…you're gay…"
Vlad looked at the teen, saying nothing when his head whipped to the side, red glaring at the wall instead. "Fuck yourself somewhere else. This is my closet, so get out."
"I-I I've liked you for a while, Vlad." Anderson suddenly blurted, and then seemed horrified of his outburst and he hung his head, embarrassed again. Vlad watched him, blinking lazily. Fuck, he's even blushing. A snort startled Anderson, causing him to look up again to see Vlad sneer at him, stuffing his pale hands into the baggy pockets of his oversized jacket.
"So-" the gangster chuckled darkly, a glimmer coming into his eyes as his teeth flashed at the other boy. "You want me to fuck you?"
The green eyes widened and then became round, blinking in shock. "N-no. Gosh no."
Gosh? Damn. Vlad leered at Anderson now, allowing his lips to come together to hide his teeth. "So, you want to fuck me?"
"I-I said I just wanted to talk. I-I've liked you for a long time…" Anderson's face was slightly flushed and he gestured to himself and to Vlad, seemingly seeking an understanding as he approached the delinquent. Vlad's leer twisted.
He didn't even deny it. He's a real bastard, the pale teen concluded with a steady glower going up to the face above him, feeling the warm hands touch his shoulders, grasping them suddenly, clumsily, as if in a panic, but Vlad could feel, in the grasp, that the teen knew what he was doing. Anderson had touched another male this way before. Red left the glower behind to crease with a wide smirk that stunned Anderson for a moment, but also let other emotions come to the green eyes, emotions that most would not notice because of his facial expression. But Vlad could see the insolence and the lust.
"You're a sucky actor Anderson, and I've seen this act before."
Green blinked innocently, but the insolence was breaking through now. It was futile to continue, but the boy made a last stand for show. "What do you mean? I-I really like you."
"Fuck!" A cackle filled the closet and the feigned innocence melted away from Anderson's face to be replaced by perverse amusement as he watched Vlad throw back his head with humor. The gangster laughed until he had to take out his cigarette and wipe away a tear or two from his eyes. "Fuck! You're hilarious! I fuckin' hate you already." He laughed, but his hand grazed one of Anderson's, teasing it now with gentle touches. Vlad smiled up at the already smirking teen. "You insolent, twisted, self-absorbed bastard. You hear I'm a faggot so you come to me acting out the role of an easy target, a fool with a mindless crush, to entice me to play with you? You think I'd go for an easy fuck like that? Why do you think I'd let you be on top?"
"Because there's no way I would be bottomed by worthless trash like you." Anderson's impudent smirk flowed with his tone, leaving Vlad to grin in awe of the blunt confidence.
The delinquent chuckled, holding his cigarette in one hand while his other played with the other teen's fingers.
"But your acting sucks. Admit it." Anderson chuckled in acknowledgement, nodding his head, so he didn't at first notice when the cigarette had returned to Vlad's mouth. When a sudden steam of smoke was blown into his face, Anderson coughed and pushed away from the pale boy, his hands rubbing furiously at his stinging eyes under his glasses. He cursed while Vlad's laugh rung in his ears. "You're lucky I didn't burn that pretty face of yours for that, ya jackass."
Anderson coughed again and waved away any lingering smoke before his eyes opened, watching the delinquent coldly, but still retaining his sense of superiority. He scoffed. "You're a real scumbag."
The other teen simply chortled in response. "Scumbag? You're the scumbag. You were planning on fucking me in my own fuckin' closet. My closet, which, by the way, if you do not understand English, means that this closet is mine…so you should get the fuck out before I decide to rape your ass raw."
Anderson sneered back at the tone. "I'm all for it. Bend and cough to the side for me first."
"Fuck you. You're a freak." Vlad laughed again, stopping when he took in the fumes of his cigarette. His hand delved into his back pocket, bringing caution to Anderson's eyes before they relaxed when a carton of cigarettes appeared. They were offered to him. "You want a smoke?"
"No."
"Good. Because I wasn't going to give you one." Vlad snorted at this, flipping open the carton to reveal the nonexistent contents. Anderson was looking at the package with some interest before he jerked when it was thrown at his face carelessly, but without warning. "You bend over and cough, bitch. Get the hell out of my closet."
"What if I said…that I want this closet now?" Anderson smirked at Vlad's confused expression.
"What the fuck? What the fuck do you want with my closet? You've got the whole school campus to prance about on with your little faggy friends. Go have an orgy in the quad and leave me the fuck alone, ya shithead." Vlad blinked when he realized that Anderson was rummaging through his back pocket, looking for something. "You're fingering yourself now, in my closet? You sick bastard."
"Shut up." Anderson snapped back, unable to let this one slide as he produced a package of Juicy Fruit gum. Vlad stared at it when it was offered to him. "Do you want a piece of gum?"
"I don't want to chew anything that comes out of your ass, Anderson."
The boy wasn't upset this time, distracted by the unexpected use of his name, and then by Vlad's actions of grinding out his cigarette against the wall, and then going over and bending down to pick up the carton he had thrown earlier. The remaining part of the cigarette was dropped into it and then the carton was stuffed back into Vlad's pocket before his hand reached out to take a piece of gum. Anderson snapped out of his daze just in time to whip the gum away from the hand, stunning Vlad who stared at the empty space, and then Anderson's smugness. "I never said I was going to give you any. I was just wondering if you wanted a piece of gum."
Anderson chuckled deviously while he unwrapped a stick of gum and grinned as he chewed it, entertained by Vlad's blank look that soon became one of annoyance. A pale hand flipped Anderson off, receiving a chuckle and a snapping of gum.
"Fucktard."
"What's a fucktard?" Anderson asked, actually curious.
"A retard and a fuck, combined. So you're a retarded fuck, you fucktard bitch. Give me some gum."
"No." A smile came with the denial, leaving Vlad to scowl and flip him off again and motion the act of shoving his finger up the other boy's ass. Anderson's smile grew bolder. "Oh, so you want to go back to that now? I'm still all for it, right in the school janitor's closet. You know everyone else has gone home, pretty much. It's close to four thirty or maybe five something. Why are you hanging around the school when you aren't even required to?"
Vlad glowered up at the face, sincerely pissed off about not getting any gum after he had done that to his last cigarette. He could always light it again, but still… "Fuck off. I was enjoying myself in my closet, smoking and minding my own goddamn business. Why the fuck are you hanging around the school?"
"I had a club activity and my P.E. ran late, so the club meeting was postponed for a bit."
"P.E.?" Narrowed red ran up and down the taller boy for a moment. "How old are you?"
"18."
"A Senior?"
"Yeah."
Vlad's mouth contorted into a bemused frown. "Then why the hell do you have freaken P.E.? You like to watch the Freshmen boys run around in their shorts or something?"
This put Anderson off the conversation and he went to the wall and leaned against it, crossing his arms. Vlad scowled at him, thrusting a finger towards the opposite wall. "You can use that one. This one." He pointed at the wall behind Anderson with a growl. "Is mine."
The boy merely smirked. "Says who?"
Red narrowed with a slight hiss coming from the pale lips. "The janitor. I gave him most of my smokes and he unlocked the closet for me. He doesn't use this one, none of the janitors do. That's why it's basically empty. It's more of an unused storage room now. So fuck off on the other wall, you dickwad. This is my wall!"
Green eyes gazed at the flaring red, watching. "Why would you give the janitor cigarettes for a closet?"
"I told you to fuck yourself on the other wall. This one is mine!"
"Why are you in here?"
No answer came as Vlad moved farther down 'his' wall and slumped against it, shoving his hands into his pockets, tempted to use the rest of his last cigarette. The quiet consumed the room, the walls pressing in until Vlad caved and reached for his back pocket and drew out a lighter. With a few sparks, a blue flame finally caught and the stub of a cigarette was lit and returned to Vlad's mouth. He put the empty carton in his back pocket again, smushing and distorting the shape of the package when he had trouble slipping it in. The embers of the cigarette brightened and then dulled. "I'm hiding, you fucktard. What else?"
With the implications that came with this confession, Anderson found that he had no retort, and he quietly submitted to that fact as he waited for Vlad to draw on his cigarette and then begin to talk again, looking up at the minimal lighting coming from the tiny windows.
"I got high with my best friend, thought it was a good time to try and kiss him. I ended up kissing him and telling him dumb shit, so he found out I was gay, and he went and got a sledge hammer and tried to bash my head in. And now word has made its way around, I mean, even a shithead fag like you has heard that I'm a shitty faggot." The embers burned, but the tobacco was running low now, so the teen eased up on his consumption rate and let the quiet swallow them again. The night sky outside the window was bluish tonight, but the windows were too small to allow him to discern whether the sky contained any clouds or not.
"If everyone knows you're gay, why were you hanging out with your normal druggies?"
Vlad's red eyes left the window and his face moved to Anderson. "Then you mustn't've seen me today. Today I was fucking stalking teachers like some grade obsessive freak to make sure I didn't get knifed in the halls or somethin'. I mean, fuck, I've gotten tons of death threats even with my nose buried in the ass of any teacher I could find. It really freaked the teachers out too, they thought I was gonna knife them, or something. I felt kinda sorry for 'em, the way they were all pale and twitchy. They'd go off and hide in the teacher's rest room so I'd have to run off and find a new one. Fuck…oh FUCK! It was JUST pathetic, SHIT!"
"Stop yelling."
The two watched one another, and then Vlad looked at the wall to his side, away from Anderson. "Hey, you know you're gonna get locked up in the school if you don't get you're ass out of here soon."
A glint that had faded, returned to the emerald eyes, and they creased with amusement. Anderson edged silently closer to the other teen, continuing even when Vlad gave him a sharp, reproachful look. "Then I'd have you here all alone. No one to interfere."
Vlad snorted and moved the cigarette around in his mouth as Anderson came within touching distance.
"So you're a fucking rapist now?"
"No."
Vlad lifted a brow at the sinister smile that suggested otherwise. "Go masturbate in the corner, you freak."
"You'd watch?"
Vlad snapped when a hand dipped down to Anderson's zipper.
"Fuck you! I'll burn your fucking eyes out if you keep freaking me out! Get on your own fucking wall, or get the fuck out of my closet! I'm trying to save my ass, not get it fucking molested by some pervert freak!"
"Oi!" Anderson's brow furrowed and he lifted his hands and backed off a step. "Can't you get a joke?"
Vlad snarled. "I'm sick of you. Get out."
"This is my closet now." Anderson smiled, but his expression slipped at the fury that rose up in Vlad's face.
"This is my fucking closet! Go home you rich ass faggot! You have a home, so leave me the fuck alone! I'm trying to stay alive and all you're trying to do is get in my pants! FUCK OFF YOU BASTARD BEFORE I BURN YOUR EYES OUT!" Vlad followed the retreating Anderson until the taller teen was pressed up against the door with the pale boy snarling up at him like a savage animal. With a quick movement, Vlad gasped when the cigarette butt was snatched away and thrown on the floor where it was ground into oblivion by Anderson's shoe. Vlad gaped down at the ruined cigarette, but then choked and fought the hold the bigger teen had on his neck. Their tussle threw them into a wall where they were finally able to separate, each panting with adrenalin. Vlad was also gasping for air as he gave breathless curses to the boy.
"You…y…ou dumbass…fucktard…da..damn you." Vlad's back hit the wall as he struggled to catch his breath, coughing a few times while Anderson smirked.
"You should stop smoking."
"Fuck you, asshole." A middle finger rose in the gloom. Anderson looked up to the windows and realized how much time must have passed. What if he really did get locked in the school? And what about Hell Dog…? His eyes widened a bit and he looked around at the concrete flooring.
"Have you been sleeping in here?"
Vlad threw him a glare with a sneer attached. "No. I sleep upstairs in the nice hotel room with the fucking bed and blankets. YES. I sleep in here, fucktard. I told you, I'm hiding you dipshit."
Anderson watched him, saying nothing for a long while. Then he looked up at the windows, and then again at the floor. His eyes went to Vlad who scowled at him. "You want to come home with me?"
Red widened and then burned. "So you can fucking molest me?"
"There's a spare bedroom, a whole bed and everything. Plus food. I'm going to leave now, I'm starving, so I thought I'd throw it out there since you don't have much else going for you."
Now the delinquent could only stare, in a daze of disbelief, searching for a grip on reality as Anderson continued.
"You know, it's pretty easy for them to find out that you're hiding at the school. They'll find you eventually. But if you come with me, they'll never be able to even guess where you are."
That won the argument, and the two slunk out of the school and through the lamp lit parking lot to Anderson's car. With a last moment of hesitation, Vlad looked across the top of the car at Anderson, closed his eyes, and got in the passenger seat.
As they drove, Anderson glanced a few times at the continuous glare the other boy was giving him. Finally, Vlad hissed. "I'll kill you if you try to fuck me in my sleep."
The driver flinched, and scowled at Vlad, shrugging off the shudder he had at the thought. "I get it. I'm done with it. Not going to try anything, I swear. No need to kill me."
"Good. You'd go to fucking jail if you slept with me anyway. You can't sleep with minors."
That caught Anderson by surprise, and he stared at Vlad until the car swerved dangerously and he had to correct it. He glanced at Vlad again, over his surprise. "How old are you?"
"17."
Anderson mused for a moment. "I thought you were a Senior."
"I am. Turn 18 later."
"When?"
Vlad sneered. "You want to know the exact date you're able to legally fuck me?"
"I SAID I was over it! I was JUST asking a friggen QUESTION! God, are you touchy!" Anderson sighed out with his aggravation, calming when the quiet returned. The sky was black now, he noticed.
"So far I only know you as some horny freak, and I'm a desperate dumbass for getting in the car with you. Just don't try anything sketchy with me and this'll go smoothly for both of us."
"Got it! So give it a rest!"
"Fine." Vlad turned to look out his window. What he saw was primarily his own reflection and then Anderson's behind his. He didn't seem like such a freak in his reflection, but Vlad couldn't allow himself to let his guard down. With this thought, Vlad pushed his hood up to cover his head and shadow his face. Anderson noticed and watched the back of his hood for a moment.
"I'm sorry about freaking you out."
"Fuck you."
It was silent after that.
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"Yo, did you ever consider what your parents were gonna think about my being in your house? Doubt they'll like it much." Vlad closed the car door as Anderson got out and went to the trunk to get some textbooks he needed. He gave Vlad a dull, superior look and marched into the house.
"You're really not too observant. One car, being mine, means I'm the only one home. My dad's on a business trip, like he always is. And my mom's working late, just like always."
Vlad was following the larger teen into the house, down a hall to where he saw the boy plop his books on a counter and then head to a fridge to get food. Vlad automatically followed the goal of feeding his stomach and he became Anderson's shadow as the teen prepared some food. Anderson noticed with a deep set smirk. "You hungry?"
"Oh, hell yeah. I haven't eaten in two days, been living off of my last cigarettes…hanging on to the last one you ended up ruining. You owe me food for that and your sexual harassment, bastard."
"Put on an apron and let's see how this all goes…"
"Fuck you. Food, bitch. Now."
"Now you don't get any." Anderson snickered while the pale teen steamed.
"Goddamn faggot."
"We're both fags, wanna let the course of our nature flow the way it's supposed to? Think about the opportunity. Home alone. A nice pink apron with frills, you, me, a bath and then bed to burn off the calories we consume at dinner. Wake up nice and refreshed."
"Enough with the jokes or I'm raiding your fridge and taking everything you fuckin' got. And then I'll cut off your dick with a fucking steak knife and deep fry it, how 'bout that?"
Anderson was quiet though he was wearing a faint smirk as he prepared their food. Vlad watched hungrily, over his shoulder. "What do you want to eat?"
"Anything you got." The delinquent replied hastily, moving to the side to watch. Anderson could tell he was practically salivating. Guess two days was a long time to go without food. "Fuck. Just give it to me raw, I don't care."
"They're frozen peas. You can't eat them until they're cooked, you idiot. The lasagna dinner is frozen too. You've got other choice but to cook them." Anderson grumbled at the other teen's impatience as he slammed the door of the microwave close, setting the lasagna to cook for ten minutes. Then he continued with the peas, adding water and butter, and then a sprinkling of garlic powder.
"What're you doing to the green beans?"
"They're peas." A frown was thrown at Vlad, sending the teen to wander around the kitchen over to Anderson's other side to watch.
"Sure you can't eat 'em raw?"
"Want to break your tooth, sure, take a bite."
Vlad gazed at the food, swallowing when he felt his stomach shudder and yowl. He licked his lips without knowing it as he stared at the food. It's didn't matter; he was close to the point that eating dirt sounded like a good idea. When Anderson saw that Vlad was about to snatch out a handful of the peas, he lifted the bowl and moved it out of the delinquent's reach. "I have some crackers, you want those?"
The red eyes dilated and a nod bobbed them rapidly. "Hell yeah! Anything you got."
A chuckle moved Anderson's chest as he went to the cupboard, keeping a wary eye on the bowl of peas, and he retrieved the end of a stack of Ritz crackers he threw at the eager hands that snapped it up like the jaws of a hungry dog. Vlad tore open the package impatiently and stuffed a few crackers into his mouth, chewing and swallowing prematurely, causing him to cough, but roll his eyes. God, he had been starving. When was the last time he'd eaten something? It might have been more than two days, he couldn't remember. Anderson watched with mild disgust and fascination as Vlad devoured the crackers like an animal, dusting his black jacket with crumbs. The tan teen grinned.
"Can I have one?"
Vlad glowered at him, holding the crackers possessively for a second. "Get your own fuckin' crackers." He snapped, but still dug out another cracker and offered it stiffly to Anderson. When the surprised teen didn't take it, Vlad hissed. "Take the goddamn thing. They're your fuckin' things anyway. Take it!"
"I don't want it." Anderson heard the boy growl and then watched as he stuffed the cracker in his mouth and swallowed it. Vlad ate slowly after that, watching the time on the microwave. He put the crackers down and leaned back on the counter. Anderson grinned when a pale hand never brushed off the crumbs. Since Vlad had forgotten, it was his duty to go over to the teen and help brush him off. Anderson got in two brushes before Vlad tore away from him, barring his teeth threateningly as he bristled. Anderson smiled. "So you like to go around covered in crumbs?"
Red flicked down to the crumbs and Vlad began to angrily swat them away, beating on the jacket to dislodge the more persistent crumbs. Time continued to tick away on the microwave and eventually the lasagna was done and the bowl of peas was set in the microwave to cook. The wrapping on the lasagna was removed, releasing a cloud of steam. Anderson was dishing out the lasagna when the microwave professed that its job was done. Not trusting Vlad to give equal portions, he told the boy to get some oven mitts and take out the peas, and to stir them so that they could cool faster. After Vlad found the oven mitts, he did just what Anderson had told him to do, and then watched as the peas were transferred to two lasagna bearing plates. The boys sat at two stools by a counter space that was illuminated by hanging lamps, near the textbooks Anderson had taken from the back of his car. Vlad immediately began to consume his food, scalding his tongue, but not caring, while Anderson watched, humored into showing his smugness again.
"Good?"
"Don't care. Just got to get it in my stomach." Vlad grunted between mouthfuls. The boy continued to eat in this manner even though Anderson eventually adopted some distaste for it as he watched the teen.
"You're a pig."
"Shut up. I'm fuckin' starving."
"Feh." Anderson ate some of his food, watching Vlad as his source of entertainment. He sneered after a while. "You're just sloppy, everything about you."
"Shut up already. I'm fuckin' hungry you a-hole, bitch." Vlad didn't look up as he ate, though he did try to discretely lick his mouth clean. He took a napkin when one was offered to him, without thanking the tan hand that had provided it.
"You're welcome." Anderson snorted at the rude hand gesture he received for his sarcasm, and he shook his head as he continued to eat. It was quiet for a time before Anderson spoke again. "Is this better than staying in your precious closet?"
Vlad growled defensively at the grin he observed. "Fuck off."
Anderson smiled bitterly at the boy and then sent his eyes roaming about his house. With the only lights on in the whole place, the kitchen was the center of life in the Anderson home. The tan teen swallowed and ate another bite of food.
"This place is fuckin' depressing, lonesome as shit." Anderson started and looked up at Vlad, surprised to find that the red eyes had been searching the house as well. "It's a fuckin' sweet, rich ass place though. You're filthy rich, ain't ya?" The delinquent snorted and pushed his peas around on his plate. "No wonder you're a messed up, selfish perv. All you got to do here is play with yourself."
"Oh, shut up." Anderson spat back, glaring at his food crossly. He was sitting next to the gangster so he could smell the cigarette smoke from earlier coming off of the black jacket. "You reek of smoke."
"Fucking faggot. Mind your own business." Peas came to fill Vlad mouth as he hunched over his food, leaving an arm propped up on the counter. "What I smell like is what I smell like. Shit if I care."
"It's disgusting."
"If it bothers you so much why you trying to get me to spread my-"
"Shut up! Damn, it's annoying now! Can't you leave it behind and just…stop?" Anderson shoveled some food into his mouth angrily and chewed while Vlad watched. The pale lips spoke after the third chew.
"…legs."
Cough, choke. "SHUT UP! Damn you- You make me sound like some kind of freaken predator! Shut. Up."
"Gotcha'" Vlad finished off his food and then leaned heavily on his arm as he chewed. Anderson observed his disgusting posture with a scowl.
"You're the ugliest damn gay guy I've ever come across, too."
Vlad shot a glare at Anderson for that comment, but didn't do more as his eyes broke away to wander again.
He's fuckin' spacey, Anderson scowled. Must be all the drugs. He's pure scum from hell. The green eyes brightened with a sudden leer. Tapping fingers on the counter gained Vlad's attention, and he looked at Anderson's expression. "What's your drug of choice?"
Red grew and then narrowed inquiringly. "You got some?"
Feh. "No." The leer twisted with some revulsion as Anderson went on. "I was just wondering what you like, to try to get to know your little drug rotted mind."
Vlad smiled darkly at the words and had the inclination to reach for a cigarette, but then remembered that he was all out. The teen sighed, but sat up, looking down the dark hall that had taken them to the kitchen from the garage. "I like loads of different things, but I kinda like mushrooms. Fuck, they're actually legal, but I like 'em because they're," He sniggered and swung his head towards Anderson's expressionless features, leaving his head at a tilt with his smile. "…they're organic." Chuckle. "I like the way that they're just natural, and it's just a flow…" His head returned to a more comfortable position. "…you just eat them and they make the world a perfect, fuckin' awesome place. You don't feel nothing but openness, happiness, peace and shit like that." Vlad head lowered to his hands as he thought about it, his body becoming more listless. Anderson said nothing. "You've got no fear, no troubles, everything just fine and fucking amazing. You can look at a freaken rug for hours, like it's some amazing, miraculous, fuckin' godly thing. LSD works well too, but it's not as cheap, sometimes…more expensive, I don't think I've tried it either, and plus I like that the mushrooms are actual mushrooms, like food. Doesn't even seem like a drug, just magic food. It's fuckin' out there." Vlad laughed quietly, moving his hand out into the open space, towards the dark hallway. Then the boy brought his hands together and pressed them down with his cheek, sitting folded over on his stool.
"So, for you, drugs fix everything?"
Red irises moved up to peer at Anderson's down turned face. They blinked. "They make me feel good even with all the shit that goes on in my life."
"Hm." Anderson looked away and then got up to bring his plate to the sink. Vlad sat there without moving until he heard the sink turn off. Then he got up and washed off his own plate and slipped it into the dish washer after Anderson was done. Anderson closed the dish washer, but didn't start it. There weren't enough dishes in the machine for it to be an economical thing to do. He broke away to get his textbooks, and then the green eyed boy went through his house without turning any lights on, going up the stairs to the hall where his room was located. Then he flipped a switch and lights brightened his vision. A hand was thrown back at a door to his right. "That's the spare room. You can sleep in there, just don't break, steal, or mess anything up. And stay up here, even though it's unlikely, if my mom comes home I don't want her finding you and freaking out, alright?" Anderson didn't look to see Vlad's expression or wait to hear his response, going down the hall to his own room. He opened the door and didn't bother to close it.
The teen fixed his glasses when he felt that they had slipped down the bridge of his nose, sighing as he put his textbooks on his desk and sat down to open his laptop to get some work done. His phone buzzed as the screen was loading, so Anderson took it out and slid it open to reveal the keyboard so he could respond to a few old texts, and then the one he had just gotten. A tan mouth frowned when a shadow fell over the screen as he finished his last message. Snapping the phone close, Anderson gave Vlad a cold look. The gangster's eyes followed the phone into Anderson's pocket. When he could no longer see it, the red eyes traveled over the boy's laptop.
"What do you want?"
The voice captured the red eyes and made Vlad frown as well and then drift off to wander about Anderson's room. "Nothing. Can't a guy just look around, Christ. You're being so goddamn bitchy."
Anderson scowled, typing in his password and checking back to see what the gangster was doing. "I just cooked you a meal and gave you a bed. Thank me already." Anderson waited, looking at Vlad expectantly. All he received was a middle finger. A sigh turned the green eyes to the screen where Anderson pulled up a Word Document and began to type, flipping open one of his textbooks to check on the notes he had folded inside of it. Vlad, meanwhile, was staring at a poster on the wall, starting to sneer.
"You like football players?" He gave the sneer to Anderson's huff of annoyance, but lost the expression when Anderson growled.
"I'm one of the football players on that damn poster…stupid son-of-a-gun, freak. You still need to thank me."
Vlad ignored him completely as he became engrossed in the task of finding Anderson's picture. "Oh, fuck! You're actually on here? You messed up bastard."
"Shut up."
"You're a fag and you're on the football team?" The pale teen cackled, facing Anderson's back so he could see it twitch in response. Vlad smirked with a low murmur. "So you like the locker room, don't ya? You watch them when they don't realize-"
Anderson cut him off with a heated huff. "They know I'm gay. The whole school knows I'm gay, pretty much. Unlike you, I don't go around hiding in a flippin' closet. I'm the captain of the football team, or was, during the season. So shut up when you've got no clue what you're talking about, you little ungrateful freak of nature."
Vlad stared at the now known jock, blinking owlishly as his stunned state persisted. The red eyes looked away, to the floor, without seeing it, and the teen moved thoughtlessly. He came to sit with his back to Anderson, on the side of his bed, looking at and pondering the poster. The jock, who had heard his mattress springs creak, glanced over his shoulder and then set to typing again, stopping to save his progress.
"Tha' makes no fuckin' sense. A jock…a gay, made the fuckin' captain? Shit. Why don't people know about this?"
"They do." Anderson spoke over his typing keyboard. "You and your like are just too detached from reality, too loaded up with drugs, that you don't notice anything around you."
The sound of clicking keys filled the room until the mattress shifted when Vlad let himself fall backwards, flat across it. The typing paused. Anderson peered back at his bed and then blinked at the upside down pale face that was frowning at him. Black hair was running down the side of the mattress, leaving Vlad's face exposed. Green blinked at the red for a while, trying to read what the eyes were saying. They lost interest when Vlad smirked at him. "Whatcha lookin' at, captain Anderson? I'm freaken bored to death here. When does your mom usually get home? It's pretty damn late. Is she a hoe or somethin'?"
"She's a cop."
Anderson watched as Vlad's face became blank, and then twisted to the side with an odd upside down grin. "You're shittin' me."
"No. Really, she's a police woman."
Vlad's grin slipped away when Anderson retained his straight face. Then his eyes widened a bit. "Well, fuck. She's not going to like me at all. Why the hell'd you bring me here again?"
"You were going to sleep in a closet storage room."
"Oh yeah…that the reason? Huh." The eyes turned to the side, observing the room from a new point of view. Anderson watched him, checking once to make sure the teen's converse shoes weren't on his bed.
"How did you get into this mess anyway?" Anderson swiveled his computer chair around so he could face Vlad. The red eyes stared at him.
"Didn't I tell you already? Got high with my best friend, kissed him and said dumb shit, and he flipped out and got a sledge hammer and tried to bash my head in." The two looked at one another and eventually Vlad sat up and spun around so that he was sitting on the side of the bed that allowed him to look at Anderson without straining his neck. "You want me to narrate it for ya?" Anderson's head tilted in a given nod that showed that it was obvious. "Fine." Vlad smirked, and looked away, exhaling a lungful of air. "Nothin' special. Doing lines with my friend, jus' stuff. And then I decided that it was the time, since we were being pretty laid back and all, in a good mood, feeling good. So, I decided to get on his lap, straddle him, and kiss him."
Anderson blinked dumbly at the teen's confession. Was he a total moron or what? Anderson collected himself when Vlad spoke again, looking at him.
"Well, I thought it was sexy as hell, he would've been fine with it if I was a girl, and he was responding for a bit, but then," Vlad swallowed some air and gave a humored sigh. "…aw well, I said stupid gay shit and I guess he realized what was going on and he pushed me away. Then he got pissed and was yelling, just flipping out, and he left. I thought I should go after him, so I did. Went to the garage, I don't remember where we were exactly, I get lost like that sometimes, might've been other people there, don't know, but, anyways, that's when he found the sledge hammer and he swung it at me a few times and then chased me off when I began to run to try and save my ass. Took a day or two, but now pretty much everyone knows, and I'm a dead man walking, as they say. Fuck, it sucks. Just dumb shit like that ruins everything." The delinquent was quiet while Anderson watched him. This was the first time Anderson had seen Vlad sit so still, and he hadn't been actively gesturing with his hands to describe what he was saying either. For the first time, he seemed rather melancholy.
Anderson swiveled back to the computer and began to work again, attracting Vlad's eyes for a while, but neither of them spoke. Anderson couldn't get the image of Vlad and some other guys sitting around a glass topped table, snorting a line of cocaine through rolled up dollar bills or whatever they used. It was a revolting concept, that people lived their lives, chasing their next high. Chasing the first high the cocaine gave them, one that could never be reached again. It darkened the tanned features.
"How does somebody become such a screw up like you?" Vlad looked up at Anderson, but the teen had his back turned to the delinquent as he scowled at his computer screen. "You're running around, getting high, sleeping in a closet, why don't you just go home? Go to rehab, clean yourself up? You deserve what you're getting right now. It's your own damn fault." Vlad smiled at the back of the jock's head, leaning back with his hands planted on the mattress.
"Shit happens."
Anderson scowled, and ignored the comment. "How bad must your parents have been for you to be the way you are? Or did you just decide to do drugs, get high and hang around criminals and…look the way you do? Your contacts are just…begging for attention, and you should be getting more sun and eating real food instead of filling yourself up with drugs. Your body's messed up. Frankly, people like you disgust me."
It was quiet again, with only the sound of typing, but Vlad was still smiling. Then he snickered disturbingly, halting the typing fingers and turning Anderson's head. Vlad gazed back at the green eyes, smirking. "My parents were fine, though my dad was ashamed of me because the contacts that call for so much damned attention, do not exactly exist. I have red eyes. I've got colorless, white skin, like a freak. Just a few mutated genes, or pigments, or whatever, can't remember and don't care enough to. And my parents are dead. I don't have a fuckin' home to go to. I just wander about, get hits, crash at someone's place or sleep in the streets, fuckin' wherever. Doesn't matter. So the way I get so fucked up is by having an uncle that throws me in the streets and lets the freaks take me under their wing. Some guy took me in, and yeah, he liked me, a lot. Heh, fuck did he like me. Always petting, touchin', giving me food, candy, jus' shit, and then drugged me up and showed me loads of love." Vlad snickered and then let out a laugh as Anderson stared, decoding the information and blinking.
"Oh damn, got me hooked on drugs. I'd go to school and come back, begging for a hit or something, and plus I was dead scared he'd kill me if I didn't come 'home'. Fuck. Loads of fun, fun, fun. Had this whole philosophy he tried to preach about, Man – Child love and shit. Got him a bullet in the head. I laughed when I found him bleeding out on the floor, but I cried when I found out the 'magic powder' was gone. Shit like that is how it all gets started, my dear Anderson. Addiction and freaks do it to ya, before you even know they're there, they mess ya up good." A chuckle rolled off the final statement, and Vlad closed his eyes and dropped flat, his back on the mattress again. "Love and drugs is where it's all at." It was dead silent, and the keys on the keyboard remained unused as Anderson stared at Vlad. Finally, Vlad propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at Anderson. "Did you like the story honey buns, or was it not what you were looking for? You wanted me to say I had a perfect life, loving, caring parents, and that I threw it all away to do drugs and slum it with gangsters?" The smile laughed, disturbing Anderson further. Features flinched behind the bronze frames of the glasses, and then a hand lifted to adjust them so that they were more comfortable.
"I'm sorry."
Vlad stopped laughing, but his smile remained as his teeth shone at the other teen. "What the fuck is that going to do? You should admit that you shouldn't talk when you have no idea about what the hell you're talking about. Same as me and your football shit, Anderson. Now we're even."
Anderson continued to stare at the boy. Then his eyes narrowed. "Is that all true, your story? Is it real or a fabricated lie?"
Vlad cocked his head, frowning. "You think I'd shit with you about something as messed up as that? I'm not lying if you're not lying about being the varsity captain, if you didn't photoshop your poster thing."
It was quiet again, and then a murmur rose up. "How old were you?"
Vlad looked at him and then turned his eyes up to the ceiling. "11. But so what? There's people worse off, and, fuck, it doesn't matter after a while. I would've done drugs anyway, probably." Vlad watched the ceiling for a while, and then looked down at Anderson. He frowned when he saw that the green eyes were still staring at him. "Look somewhere fucking else. You keep staring at me and I'm going to come over there and beat you. I'm going to leave if you don't quit it, stupid bitch."
Anderson cut in with a hard look. "Did you ever tell anyone?"
The red widened, giving an incredulous expression. "Why the hell would I? And nobody ever asked me about anything before. I don't freaken care. I'm just telling you because you asked and all. Go back to your faggot typing or text your fag friends. Jus' don't spread stupid rumors about me. It'd just be annoying to get new crap said behind my back. Nobody's gonna believe you anyhow." Anderson didn't look away, and his expression didn't soften. Vlad scowled and got off the bed. "Can I take a shower while I'm here, or will you try to be a weirdo rapist again and freak me out?"
Anderson jolted, and then stood up and went out the door, showing Vlad where the bathroom was and getting him a clean towel. Vlad thanked him by telling him to 'get the fuck out' and to 'stay out'.
Anderson was glad nothing had happened in that janitor's closet as he sat down in his chair. Who knows what type of diseases that guy might have? Or how crazy he is? Damn good thing this is only temporary, Anderson sighed, as he began to type.
Hell Dog Vlad was a messed up freak. He wanted the guy out of his house as soon as possible.
*~*~::..+..::~*~*
It was morning, but the sky was dimly lit by a blue dawn. The trees were rustling as the wind stroked their forms, coaxing their rough voiced song to accompany the wind. Anderson sighed in his sleep as his alarm clock blinked 5:49 A.M. next to him, on his nightstand. The radio would come on in six minutes when the teen was supposed to wake up to the sound of gossiping voices or, if he was lucky, a song he only half-liked. But for now the boy was sleeping, with a steady breathing rhythm moving his chest.
A slight breath of a weight settled over him and the mattress in front of the teen pressed down under the weight of a hand. What woke Alex up was the wet tongue that ran up from his jaw, over his cheek, to the side of his eyebrow. With a gasp, he pulled his head away and lay blinking up at the pale face, bewildered and severely disturbed.
"Did you just lick me?" He gasped, able to breathe again as he glowered up at the smile. He shoved Vlad away before the delinquent responded, making Vlad cackle unpleasantly.
"Yeah, get your ass up, Anderson, it's morning and you're sleeping in on a school day. Get up."
The green eyes narrowed a damning glare at the gangster as he loitered about in Anderson's room. Throwing back the blankets, Anderson stormed over to his closet, wiping his face free of the thin layer of saliva. Disgusting freakazoid. He scowled at his clothes, pulling out the outfit he had picked out the other day to save time he now had too much of. I am never bringing a freaken druggy home again. I'm going to stick to normal guys from here on out. Anderson cast a glare back at Vlad when he wanted to change his clothes, and he ended up finding the gangster slouched in his computer chair, dozing off. "Get out. I'm getting dressed."
Vlad mumbled. "I think I'm gonna go back to sleep for a while."
With a spark of impatience, Anderson grabbed the chair and pushed it forward so Vlad fell off of it, sprawling out onto the carpet. Red followed the shoes that stopped in front of the pale face. Hands helped him up and shoved him along out the door that clicked, informing Vlad that he had been locked out. He stood there, waiting for Anderson to come out. Fifteen minutes later, Anderson was walking down the stairs, still upset that he had been woken up in such a disgusting fashion.
"You're a freak." He spat and Vlad grinned at him, bobbing along with a sauntering gait. "I don't get what you can hope to do with your screwed up life."
Vlad chuckled. "I'm gonna be a fucking pianis'."
Anderson stopped, rubbing his face groggily and then frowning at Vlad. "Did you just say you want to be a 'pee-nis'?"
Now Vlad was frowning, having lost his morning cheer. "No, you fucktard. A pianist. It just sounds weird when you say it but it has the word piano in it. Sounds like 'pee-in-ist', though." His fingers played at the air. "I'm gonna play the piano."
Anderson stared and then a sudden laugh bubbled like an unwanted hiccup from his mouth. He continued to laugh, though he tried to stifle the volume, while Vlad's temper grew hotter with a pale lip being chewed. "Shut the hell up, you faggot. I am going to play the piano one of these days, if I live long enough, you hear? You damn bitch, stop laughing at me."
The growl finally shoved a stopper down Anderson's throat and he coughed into a hand, his smugness coming back as he sneered down at Vlad's sloppy posture and the way he was always moving and speaking with his hands. The jock chuckled at the sight. "I doubt it."
Vlad's eyes burned and a finger was shoved into Anderson's chest, ripping away the teen's humor to leave a scowl in the ruin. "I will, you stupid faggot."
Anderson growled back at him, and then smirked and strode away, down a hall, never turning on any of the lights until he had reached his destination. The light showered onto the glistening white of the piano, brightening and enlarging Vlad's pupils as he gaped at it for a moment, broken out of his daze when a hand pushed him forward, causing him to trip over his feet and stumble a bit. He looked back at Anderson, snapping his mouth shut and developing a wry smirk. "You telling me to play a song for you? How romantic."
Anderson derided the sarcasm with his own humor as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I just want to see if you even know how to play."
Vlad scowled at him and stepped up to the gleaming white bench and sat himself down. He glowered back at Anderson and then hunched over the keys, looking at them and thinking. Seconds went by and Anderson's smugness grew. When Vlad finally began to play something, it showed that it was part of a composition, but it was sloppy and extra keys were pressed when they weren't supposed to be. The music oozed out slowly with an inaccurate, varying tempo. "You suck."
"And you swallow, you fucktard! Shut up! I'm jus' gonna warm up, and then I'll be able to play. It's been a while, 'kay? Bitch, stop laughing!" Anderson walked away with Vlad fuming behind him.
"Don't make too much of a racket so early in the morning. I'll get some waffles ready and we'll eat." I'll eat and let you eat your damn waffles alone.
No response came from Vlad, but Anderson noticed that the notes had become muffled. Vlad had pressed his foot down on the left pedal. Anderson was in the kitchen, popping Eggo waffles into the toaster and heating up some maple syrup while Vlad sat at the piano, dulling his notes as he ran through broken warm-ups, trying to remember them and loosen up his fingers. He had to get himself in the mood. It never worked right when he wasn't in the mood. The teen rolled his shoulders back slowly, and then his neck, and his arms, stretching them up over his head. He released them with a long breath and continued to work his shoulder blades, cracking his neck, watching the piano as he moved his fingers wherever they happened to be. Then he pushed on the keys, playing slowly, trying to remember, but blanking out on whole sections of random pieces. It'd just been a while since he'd last played. He calmed himself and sought for the feeling that told him what to play. He wouldn't think, he would just move with the ocean waves. The ocean waves…calm…flowing…working. His fingers moved, and the teen released the left pedal and pressed down on the right one instead, lengthening and drawing out the notes so that they could come and build upon one another. It was a gradual, climaxing, and chilling song. Of course it was. It was a funeral song, rightfully named Elegy. The fingers moved and the teen rocked, eyes sometimes closing.
Anderson froze when the prickling touch swept through his body, drawing a shiver from his spine. Anderson put his fork down and swallowed the tasteless hunk of waffle, leaving the stool to return to the piano room. He stopped behind Vlad, watching as the black form rocked with the music. It's like he's drunk, but not in a really bad way…though it's weird. Super weird, Anderson watched, staring and listening as the notes sped up and then were calmed down again, moving and drifting with a pattern over the keys. So he could play depressing music, so what? Anderson watched for a while longer, and then left. But he continued to listen as he ate his food. Vlad started on another slow song when Anderson was putting away his dishes. He went to his bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face before fixing his hair the way he wanted it. He wasn't too particular. He went to his room and grabbed his books, lugging them under his arm as he carried them downstairs and to the piano. Vlad was finishing up a song, moving leisurely up the scale of the piano and ending on a high, ringing note. The boy flinched when Anderson huffed at him crossly.
"Are you going to eat or play through the morning? We have to leave soon." Red eyes were blinking back at him, in a daze. Anderson scowled with distaste. "They're just slow and easy songs. Nothing too great. You should think about getting a real job in the future, if you've got one."
Now Vlad was alert and he hissed at Anderson, infuriated. He stabbed a daggered glare at the boy and turned promptly away from the green eyes, filling his lungs with air and letting it out in a long sigh that loosened his body. Anderson cocked an brow, anticipating what Vlad was going to do, and then he rolled his eyes to the side, spinning on his heal so that he was facing the side of the room as he gave an open mouthed chuckle. He's just banging on it now, isn't he?
The notes were heavy and in a fast, continuous rhythm. First only eight single notes on the left hand, and then two notes right next to each other on the left, and then some right notes were added, all in beats of four. Four and four, eight of the same notes. God was it obnoxious, Anderson scowled and walked forward to pull the delinquent away from the instrument, but then the annoying pattern broke and rapid, clear and fluid notes rolled up and down with the right hand, broken by a repetition of left notes shouting out after the lighter, nimbler notes, and then the light notes returned, just as blindingly fast. It was surreal to watch the pale thin fingers dart around that quickly. Anderson hovered over the black shoulder, watching in awe even as the annoying parts came back. It was building up into a pleasant kind of song, fast and sometimes thick…like snow falling and mountains. It was an obscure image, but he watched it wordlessly.
Then it exploded into a flurry of rapid notes chasing one another down to compose the resulting song. Air caught in Anderson's throat as he watched, never able to take his mind from the music or the moving fingers. They had numbed him.
Now Anderson recognized a segment of the song, but he hadn't the faintest clue as what the name could be. He just listened and watched the inhuman speed and precision.
Fuck this druggy freak. He was a pianist freak as well. This guy creeped Anderson out, but it also drew him in. It was just so damn fascinating…
The notes never slowed, not even at the end. They just cut off from their rhythm and lingered in the air for a full four counts, and then the piece was complete and the music had expired.
The entire effect was brutally shattered when Vlad jerked up in his seat with a beaming grin on his face, turning back to Anderson. "Fuck! That was fuckin' perfect shit, Anderson! You'll see. I'm going to beat every other pianist's freaken ass out there one day. Now fess up and say I'm amazing, you bastard."
Anderson frowned at the language and cleared his dry throat, swallowing. "Sure, perfectly amazing, especially the personality that came back afterwards. Okay- Get in the kitchen and bring your waffles in the car. We're going to school now and some gangster's going to stab you in the ass during passing period. Come on." Anderson sighed heavily as he turned away from the staggered expression on Vlad's face. The pale teen cursed profanities as he recalled his position.
"Aw fuck it, Anderson. I'm just going to stay here."
"My mom will take you to jail, then."
"Damn it, I'd rather go to school than get my ass raped. Fine. Lead me to my waffles and let's get the hell out of here."
"You're holding your waffles…"
"-Oh yeah."
Anderson shook his head in disbelief. How in God's Holy name had this freak pulled off that song? And he's worse than yesterday, completely out of it and jittery. Probably needs a cigarette or some drugs in his blood stream. Disgusting. Why did I bring him home? Anderson threw his textbooks in the trunk and then threw himself onto the driver's seat. He gave a tired side glance to the teen that was wolfing down his waffles, getting plenty of crumbs on Anderson's leather seats as the car started and they backed out with the door for the garage rising. Vlad peered around Anderson to get a good look at his house.
"Fuckin' rich ass house. I slept in that house last night, Anderson. How freaken cool is that? Awesome. Fancy ass house, piano, and then waffles. I'm going to have a hell of a nice day."
Anderson grumbled to himself as water splattered on his car, dripping from the trees and leaving dirty streaks on the glass. All that banging on the piano, and his mom still hadn't gotten up to check out what it was…
"Thanks for last night."
Frozen green eyes rotated to Vlad, watching the side of the pale face look out the front window and then smirk at him, pale hands moving with the words. "You got me waffles and all that other stuff. I mean, pretty much nobody can stand to be around me for that long. You're fucking solid, and you're the best faggot I know. Actually-" Vlad began to speak to the window now instead of looking at Anderson. "You're the only faggot I really know- WHATTHEFUCK! TREETREETREE! FUCK! TREE-!"
Anderson jolted at the yells and was pushed to the side as Vlad claimed the steering wheel from him and took them away from the tree they were on a collision course with, leaving the paved driveway for a moment before Vlad took them back to it. Anderson grabbed the wheel and snarled at the gangster to take his hands off it while Vlad yelled at him to watch where the 'fuck' he was 'fucking' driving his 'goddamn fucking' car.
With a car full of yelling voices and waffles crumbs, the two made their way to school with a drizzle dusting the sunroof of the car.
*~*~::..+..::~*~*
At lunch, green eyes viewed the Hell Dog-less bench across the quad, taking a bite of the sandwich he had bought a few minutes ago after waiting through a long line with some friends. He looked away from the bench, indifferent to the gangster's absence. He didn't see Hell Dog during the rest of the school hours. After school, Anderson made a beeline for his car after getting some errands out of the way, talking to a teacher and then organizing something with two of his friends. He made it home without the Hell Dog freak, bringing a bright smile to his face when he closed the garage door and took his keys from the car's ignition.
Humming a cheery tune, the teen wandered through his house, up to his room, never turning on a single light or shutting the door. It was a bright enough sunset outside anyway, with the sun a few inches above the horizon. Anderson watched the colored sky for a while, soaking up the silence all around him. With a sigh, the boy went through his textbooks to take care of what homework that had accumulated after a day of school.
He should've brought someone home today. That stupid freak had made him forget how much he hated being alone in this house. Hell Dog was a curse worse than silence.
*~*~::..+..::~*~*
No Hell Dog, it was 4:30 P.M. and Anderson was walking down the hall that brought him past the neglected janitor's closet. The kind of curiosity that kills felines magnetized Anderson's hand so that he was drawn back to the storage closet, his hand sucked towards the door handle. He opened the door partially, peering in for a moment before he swung the door all the way open. Anderson blinked at the emptiness, looking at 'Vlad's wall' and then the others. Maybe the freak had gone somewhere else, or maybe he was dead already? Hm. The tan turned to shut the door, but at the last moment, as he pushed the door a little when he was turning to leave, he noticed that it rebounded off of something. Stopping the door that swung back to him, Anderson stared at it, slowly stepping back and allowing the door to close on its own. The black form pressed against the wall behind the door stared at him, paralyzed for a moment before he recognized Anderson, and then his whole body exhaled with relief, slumping his previously rigid posture and making the pale lips sigh. Red eyes flashed with a mild glare when Vlad recovered, wearing a tight frown. "You just love to freak me out, don't ya?"
Vlad looked away, moving along his wall, further from the door, and then leaned heavily against it while Anderson's eyes failed to leave him.
The guy looked horrible, with shadowed eyes and gauntness apparent. Vlad looked like a terminally ill hospital patient. Well, he'd probably been without drugs or food for a while. The teen's strange twitchy exhaustion was a testimony to that. Vlad peered up at Anderson and then looked away, and then peered up at him again, doing this constantly until Anderson scowled in disgust, reprimanding himself for opening the door as he turned to leave. Vlad quickly cut in a question before Anderson's hand had fully gripped the handle of the door. "You don't happen to have any cigarettes on you? Or food? Just asking…"
Green looked back at the red over Anderson's shoulder. "No."
Vlad blinked but his hand gestured at Anderson. "Got gum? I could do with some gum…if you've got some extra."
"I'm all out." Anderson's attention went back to the door, but Vlad's voice stopped him again, drawing a growl from Anderson's chest.
"You sure?"
"Yes. I am a hundred percent sure that I'm out of gum." The jock snipped back, wrenching open the door and starting to leave. He lurched with widening eyes when Vlad caught his arm to stop him. Now Anderson glowered at the red eyes and pulled away sharply to end the contact. "What do you want?" He demanded heatedly.
"Can I come to your house for tonight?"
Anderson lost the glower to this unexpected question, gazing at the boy until his brow crinkled at the thought. "No. You're not my problem."
Vlad stared at him, refusing to give up though he was cautiously glancing around Anderson to make sure no one could see them. He looked at Anderson. "You brought me to your home last time. What's different?"
"I don't want you in my house." Anderson replied blankly and then left with Vlad reaching for him with a hand that missed its target. Anderson strode down the hall again, waiting to hear the door shut behind him. He heard it shut and closed his eyes in a moment of acknowledgement of a trouble that had been avoided, and he opened his eyes and looked at Vlad who was walking beside him. Anderson's face deadened, and he halted in mid stride. Vlad stopped with him.
"I won't bother you. I won't do anything."
"No." Anderson breathed out, amazed and angered by the teen's persistence. "Leave me alone." Anderson tried to leave Vlad behind, but the pale teen followed him like a ghost.
"Anderson, c'mon."
"Get away from me!"
"I'm asking nicely. No cussing. No nothin'. C'mon. I make a good pet. I'm house broken. I won't shit on your carpet. I'm a good pet and it's not like you have anyone who's going to tell you, you can't bring me home."
Anderson's eyes sparked as he ground his teeth, anger slowing his pace and making his steps heavier.
"Come on. Anderson…I'm going to die in that fucking closet. I'm gonna to get killed if I leave the campus, if I go anywhere and get caught. I've seen fags get beaten to death... I jus' need a place to stay. I'm all done with the throwing up part."
The words caught Anderson's interest, stopping him when he was about to open the door to reach the campus, ready to shove Vlad away if he had to. "Throwing up part?"
Vlad blinked up at him, and then cast his eyes aside, allowing them to wander when he bit his lip sharply and muttered. "I couldn't keep your food down, but I cleaned it up so you couldn't even notice any smell or anything. I've done it before, just use the cleaning shit under the sink that's supposed to work for bathrooms, and nobody's the wiser. I lost your waffles at school, though. But that's all over with…"
Anderson's eyes were wide, revulsion quivering his lips. "You threw up at my house? Which bathroom? And like hell I would trust your cleaning." The snarl turned red eyes up to Anderson, with a pale scowl.
"I cleaned it up! It was just the one by the room I was in, alright? You bitch, and what the fuck do ya mean you can't trust my cleaning? My cleaning is damn good work!" Not going to tell him I also used some of his mouthwash now.
Anderson pushed the door open and went on without Vlad, sobering the gangster who shuffled after him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Anderson. I won't call you a bitch anymore. Just, I need some food-" Vlad tripped up when Anderson's arm bumped him away when he got too close.
"You're a freak. I don't want you anywhere near me. You are not my problem."
"C'mon…"
"Leave me alone and don't touch me!" Anderson pushed Vlad away when a pale hand grabbed his jacket, sending the boy stumbling backwards where he eventually fell. Vlad sat there, without looking up, gazing dimly at the concrete with Anderson's shoes in his peripheral vision. A little taken aback by the fall, Anderson's head whipped about, worried someone had witnessed the exchange, but the only person he could see was too far away, and wasn't even coming in their direction. He looked down at Vlad, at an angle that allowed him to see partially down the boy's jacket. He could see an off-white shirt as he watched the black jacket move with breaths. Vlad was too exhausted to stand up and continue to bother him.
The guy looked like he had gone through chemo without losing his hair. Like he had poisoned his own body to expel the harmful entity that was trying to destroy him… Anderson stared at the disturbing scenario, the desperate, dangerous, no good to be around, criminal, druggy, gangster Hell Dog begging for help, practically. What reason did Anderson have that would make it his obligation to help the freak, in the process of which he could potentially be endangering his own life? Nothing. Hell Dog was not his problem. So Anderson turned and began to walk away.
"Anderson."
Curiosity again would not allow Anderson to keep walking, it forced him to turn around and look at Vlad. The delinquent was still on the ground, his hands behind him on the concrete.
"What?" Anderson's impatience sharpened his tone, but he didn't care. He would never speak to other people this way, it was unthinkable. But this was some scumbag, barely a human being, that didn't deserve an ounce of respect. Vlad was watching him, a face without emotion.
"Can you let me stay at your house and have some food?"
Anderson scowled. "I already told you, NO. You. Can. Not. Get somebody else."
"I don't have anyone else. They all want to fuckin' rip my guts out and then piss on them. I could go to some person I don't know, but what're the chances that they'll want to have me in their house? You're just the only guy who I even have a goddamn smidge of a chance with, Anderson." Vlad watched as Anderson lost his haughty impatience and actually listened to him. At this point, Vlad got to his feet, but stood his ground to show that it was Anderson's decision in the end. "I promise I won't do anything bad. I won't throw up again, I'm over it. I just need some food and a place where I know somebody's not going to walk through the door and shoot me, okay?"
No way, not in a million years, Anderson's heart, mind, and soul sang out with a passion, but he considered it in another light and his mind began to have second thoughts, taking with it his heart. Better to have the freak at home than going there and having it be empty. At least he's a human I can talk to, to some extent. And he hasn't been cussing as much as before… To hell with reason, might as well adopt the dog for another day. It doesn't all seem to be so dull with the little freak there. "Fine. I'll take you to my house, feed you, clean you up, and what not. Just don't do anything that's too inherent to your freaky nature."
Vlad stared at him, stunned by a blow of disbelief that had connected with his stomach. Anderson had to growl at him and start to walk away for the boy to snap out of his daze and follow. Vlad got in the passenger seat of the car, putting on the seat belt and holding onto the seat and the car door to make sure it wasn't going to disappear, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. As the motor started, the seat and the door didn't fade away, and Vlad could feel and hear Anderson's presence beside him. Red gazed at the tan face until it frowned at him and asked him what his problem was. Then Vlad knew that this wasn't a hunger induced delusion, and he let out a choked laugh and slumped down in his seat, releasing the tension that had been stored in his body for the past two days. He closed his eyes with a sigh that killed off his laughter.
Anderson, who was quite put off by the strange laughing, watched the road with a constant frown, wishing that he had left the delinquent in his closet. What good was he anyway? Anderson lost his frown for a moment, but it only went to his eyes when he glanced at the slumped passenger beside him. No use even looking at the guy, Anderson sighed to his steering wheel and then turned with the black line of the road before him. "What was the name of the fast song you played?"
It took a moment, but a mumble reached Anderson's ear. "Winter…by some dude named Vivaldi."
So it had been snow.
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Anderson scrutinized the toilette, looking for signs of vomit, but he found none and sat back on his haunches, aggravated about the task he had just forced himself to do, inspecting at a fucking toilette…if he hadn't hated Vlad before, he did now. He should drive the little freak to the ghetto and push him out of the car and watch the scumbags rip him apart. But then he'd go to jail…wasn't worth it. Anderson sighed with these thoughts, a disappointment Vlad misinterpreted. The pale lips grinned crookedly as the delinquent leaned on the doorframe with his hands in his jacket's pockets.
"You could eat food off of that thing. Look at it glisten, Anderson. Best lookin' shit bowl I've ever seen."
Anderson gave him a tired glare and then got to his feet and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen with Vlad scampering after him like an excited puppy, at the thought of food. "What do you want?" Anderson sighed and then frowned as he saw the hands that were gripping the side of the counter with anticipation.
OHMYGODFOOD, were Vlad's thoughts, and he was convinced for a moment that he was going to faint, but he didn't. "Anything, absolutely anything. Anything edible I'll eat."
A tan hand opened the refrigerator and pushed things around to get a look at its contents. He needs something easy to digest so he doesn't throw up in my house again…green eyes narrowed on a bulbous jar with a yellow top. The teen took it out and brought it with him as he went to go fetch a bowl from the cupboard, doubting Vlad's ability of self control. The guy would probably take up the jar and start chugging the contents. Anderson could just imagine it. When he turned, with a spoon, a bowl, and the jar, Vlad was staring at him with large, blood-shot eyes. It made Anderson shiver and look away. Ugliest damn gay guy ever made.
The objects hit the counter and Anderson unscrewed the jar to pour a quarter of the contents into the bowl that he slid over to Vlad after stabbing a spoon into it. Vlad blinked at it and then snatched up the spoon to start shoveling the food into his mouth, pausing long enough to look up at Anderson. "I like applesauce."
"Nice to know. Eat it and I'll make us smoothies for tonight, later. And eat SLOWLY, you'll throw up again and then I'll have to kill you and that'll be troublesome."
"'kay. Thanks for the food. I mean it."
Anderson watched Vlad bend over the bowl, painfully making himself eat the food slowly with a shaking hand that sometimes spilled the sauce back into the bowl. Vlad didn't say a word as he ate, entirely absorbed in the task and the immense relief the nourishment was giving him. It was just amazing, this food, Vlad closed his eyes and then opened them again. Anderson left the kitchen and went to his room to take care of school related work. He didn't have that much, but watching Vlad was impossible. Seeing the freak churned his stomach, the guy was just so worthless and pathetic.
Guys like him should just be shot…put them out of their misery.