Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle, Nelson, Jason or their families. I do own Noah and Alex's family. I am not making any money or other gifts from this story. This is just for fun!
Warnings: Course Language
KYLE
Kyle thumped his head off his desk in the dorm room, groaning out loud. What the hell was wrong with him? I know! I'll go to Princeton! It'll be fun! He frowned and looked at his homework. Why on earth did he take an elective in biology anyways?!
"Need help?" Noah, his roommate, asked pulling up a chair. Kyle never actually asked his age but he could tell Noah was young, most likely skipped a year even.
"You any good at bio?" He asked with a raised brow. Noah, who was rather short, around five feet, maybe five two at most, smiled at him and nodded.
"I loved bio in high school." He informed. "Even if I was home schooled until grade eleven. Something about me being too young to be thrust into grade nine when I actually hit that grade." He shrugged and looked over the other's homework, explaining what he had to do. "I like acronyms to help me remember. You can do it in order the diagram shows you, make a weird paragraph, sentence or word out of it."
"Hey, yeah, thanks!" Kyle beamed at him and jumped when his phone rang.
"The boyfriend?" Noah asked bashfully. Kyle shrugged and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Wha's up?"
"Jason!" he grinned and flopped down onto the bed.
"How's classes?"
"A pain! What about you? How's yours?"
"Good, good, not too bad I guess. I joined the basketball team."
"Oh that's excellent!" Kyle rolled onto his stomach and Noah snickered.
"You look like a teen girl." He pointed out, the older throwing a pillow at him.
"Oh shut up you." He teased back, rolling his eyes.
"What?"
"Oh not you, my roommate." Kyle smiled, checking the time. "Hey I've gotta get this work done before I go to bed, call you in the morning?"
"Alright, sleep well."
"You too." They said their 'love you's' and hung up. "You never did tell me what you're taking." Kyle turned to Noah, sitting up on his bed. The smaller blushed.
"A few things really. I'm taking a neuroscience class, a couple history classes, a dance and two art class." He said looking away.
"You draw?"
"Yeah, one class is visual arts, the other is a music program." He shrugged.
"You sound like you have a packed schedule!"
"You've no idea. Every possible space has been filled." He looked proud. "I just wish it was a bit more challenging." He stared at his socked feet. "Next year I'm going to probably crack down on my Psychology and Neuroscience degree, this year I wanted a couple fun programs too though." He smiled to himself.
"What instrument do you play?" Kyle sat forwards interested.
"Violin is my favourite but I can do drums, base, piano, guitar, trombone, flute and clarinet." He said as if it were nothing.
"Wow!" Kyle looked amazed.
"Yeah, I'm also in art club, photography club, studying astronomy on my own time, dance classes and . . ." he pondered. "I know I'm missing something . . . right! GSA! Can't believe I forgot that!" he let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Granted some of my things are on evening and weekends. I miss my brothers though." He frowned.
"Where are they? They must be proud of you!"
"My older brother, Alex, is far more intelligent than I am, but he seems proud, and my twin, Mike, is still in grade ten. He failed a year. He got the muscles and I got the brains." He snickered. His eyes were a cerulean blue, his hair a sandy blond colour, his shoulders a descent broadness, especially for his size, and a thin face that still managed to have slightly chubby cheeks and boyish features.
"Wow! How old are you?"
"Sixteen, just turned." He got up and stretched. "You're eighteen right?"
"Yeah." Kyle nodded and watched the shorter yank something out from under his bed. "What's that?"
"My art assignment. Its due in two weeks, want to get working on it again, get it in early so I can continue my dance routine, analyze a brain pattern and write a short ten paper essay on ancient hieroglyphics."
"Jeez!" His eyes bugged.
"Let me know if you need help yeah?"
"Same goes to you!" Kyle looked stunned. How on earth could this barely sixteen year old boy manage all that stuff with a smile?
NELSON
Nelson slammed his apartment door shut, stomping down the stairs. Fuck Manny! The last thing he needed right now was to have walked in on him and some other dude from his own college! What the fuck?! Asshole. He finally said yes to college and now he wanted to go back home! What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just make friends that easily and move in with them!
He walked for a while with his bag on, heading to the school. He checked the time and scowled. He still had three hours before his first damn class. He started to the statue at his college entrance, hoping to sit on the bench but . . . a redhead had already filled his seat. Said man had a cigarette hanging from his lips, a Zippo lighting the paper. He was in a black leather jacket and black jeans, piercings all up both ears and on his right eyebrow. Nelson grinned, his 'gaydar' going wild.
"Hey!" he sauntered over and the man raised a brow, putting his light away, staring at the bright blue hair.
"Hi." He muttered, his voice deep and a bit grumbly. It was totally hot. "You gonna sit or stand drooling some more?"
"Sorry." Nelson sat and cleared his throat.
"So, who was it with?"
"What?"
"Whatever fight you had. You look distressed. I'm assuming boyfriend and . . ." He glanced at the shorter, eyes analyzing "break up or cheating?"
"He cheated on me . . . not that it's any of your business." It was missing its usual bite.
"I'm Alex. Want a smoke?" He held one out and Nelson thankfully took it. He left his back at his house with Manny what kind of a name was that anyways?! He knew it was a good name but still! He glared at the statue. "And you are?"
"Nelson." The shorter lit the smoke and let out a breath, relaxing into the bench. "Fuck I needed that." He sighed.
"What are you taking Nelson?" Alex asked, his green eyes staring straight ahead.
"Engineering. You?"
"Law." Alex stretched. "Gonna be a lawyer I suppose. Maybe I'll transfer out of here and take a Police Foundations course somewhere. Maybe be a teacher, who knows or cares?" He breathed in the toxic air from his smoke, groaning and closing his eyes. "Can't wait for the break, I can give my sibling a nuggie again." He chuckled to himself. "I've got two of them, they're twin boys, one is at Princeton, skipped a couple years, and the other is still in high school. Just transferred to Whitman high."
"No way! I went there! I don't recognize you though . . . did you go there to?"
"Naw I was back in Russia at that point." He said with a flawless Russian accent.
"Cool!" Nelson shifted. It was kinda hot.
"My brothers are half Russian, I'm half Irish, we're all part Canadian though. Dad got around." He shrugged.
"Wow. So do you like America?"
"Nope I hate it." He shrugged. "Healthcare sucks ass. Mind you I'm one of the privileged ones that can actually afford a hospital bed, hell I can afford the whole damn hospital." He rolled his eyes.
"And you're unhappy about being rich?" Nelson raised a brow.
"When you think rich guy at Princeton what do you picture?" Alex asked with amusement.
"Polo shirt, nice jeans, prick, stuck up, military haircuts, prissy preppy boys-"
"I get it. My little brother goes there." He smiled. "He's shy, sweet, quiet, talented and yes, preppy." He chuckled. "But he would rather blow his own face off than call someone a name. Mostly because he knows what it's like, what with being gay himself and all." Alex stated.
"High school's no picnic, that's for sure." Nelson sighed, reaching up to pick at a blue strand for a moment.
"Hey, where do you live?"
"With my boy-" He paused and frowned. "Ex-boyfriend."
"You can maybe spend a night or two at my place, if you want." Alex offered. "They don't like me but they can't vote me out. I fund the place where we stay and all"
"Cool, maybe, where is it?"
"C'mon, I'll show you." He got up and motioned the other to follow. It was quite a walk but finally they stopped in front of a large house with Greek letters on it.
"No fucking way! You're a Frat boy?!" Nelson let out a laugh and Alex raised a brow.
"For now. I'm leaving them soon. My father pushed me into it, he was a legacy and shit so I was pre-accepted with barely a glance. I went through their initiation bullshit dressed in jeans and button ups. When I got accepted I showed up with my demonia boots, leather jacket and earrings and they nearly fainted." He smirked. "I figured I'd stay, break some rules and see how long it takes for them to snap." He shrugged and Nelson grinned along with him.
"This could be fun, bringing another queer boy in with me, disappearing into my room and shit." He put his cigarette out and stepped up the walk, heading to the doors and walked in.
"Oh Alex, you're back . . . and your brought a guest." The boy was twitching, forcing a smile on his face.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm going to my room, don't bug me ya?" He pushed past and the boy looked like he was seriously restraining from saying something. He led Nelson to his room and opened the door, the walls bare, things still packed. Basically the only thing out was his dresser, bed covers, pillows, a desk with a computer and some school books.
"As I said, I'm not staying much longer. Unless I decide to look like a prep, then shoot me okay?"
"Sounds good." Nelson snickered and Alex sat on his bed, tapping the spot next to him.
JASON
Jason dribbled the ball and passed it to his friend Jesse, practicing their shots back and forth, his homework forgotten on his desk at home. Things between him and Kyle had started to slow down a ways, especially with them in different states.
He remembered Kyle after their trip, remembered saying bye to him and sharing the long, tender kiss. It had been a month since then. An entire month without seeing him and only talking to him twice a day. He missed the old days, when Kyle and he went to high school together. Things seemed so much simpler between them back then.
"Dude, you're way off your game!" Jesse frowned at him.
"Yeah sorry, mind is a bit jumbled right now." He gave a small smile and shrugged. "Mabey I'll see you later, after a rest." Jason offered.
"Yeah, alright man, see you later." He passed Jason his ball back and jogged off the court, Jason going to his car and driving home.
NOAH
Blue eyes closed as he used the power in his legs to push himself up in the air. Time seemed to slow as he swung his leg, twisting his body, making a twirl in the air before landing. He kicked up again, threw one leg straight out then spread both into the splits, quickly snapping them back as he landed, doing a perfect Pirouette followed be dropping to the ground in the splits, bending forwards, his chest flat to the ground. His legs slid back along the floor and he slowly lifted himself up into a handstand from the position before lowering his legs and smiling, turning off the soft music.
He grabbed a water bottle from one of his class mates as they clapped.
"Well done Noah!" His teacher beamed at him. "Alright that was today's last performance, off you go! Enjoy your weekend and such!" She waved them off and Noah turned, stiffening.
"Wow. You're amazing." Kyle smiled at him astonished.
"How much did you see?" Noah shifted in his leotard, feeling exposed enough as it is.
"From halfway through the performance before yours, I think." He said with a shrug. "I ah, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something." He cleared his throat. "As friends and such."
"You need someone to talk to." Noah said with a smile. "Alright, sounds good. Just, let me get changed okay?"
"Absolutely." Kyle nodded and Noah ran to the change room. He ran around, his adrenaline pumping, a smile on his face. He knew Kyle said as friends but . . . still! Kyle was fucking hot! And he was going to get to sit down and actually talk to him! He almost let out a squeal, pacing back and forth, trying not to jump up and down like a school girl. Who was he kidding?! He was a flamboyant sixteen year old gay boy! Fuck it! He let out a squeal and bounced a few times, hugging his shirt close before calming down and getting changed. A few people raised their brows but carried on with their routines.
Should he shower first? But he just got dressed! What if he smelled? He sniffed. He didn't think he stunk . . . but what if he was late after he showered? He was already gone five minutes! He groaned and grabbed his clothes, jamming them in his bag and hurried out.
"Hi sorry."
"It's alright." Kyle smiled at him and led the way. "I did some research and apparently this is one of the better spots to get coffee here."
"Cool." Kyle could probably grab the excited energy flying off Noah couldn't he? Noah tried to calm down.
"You don't have to try and be all calm ya know. I like how you get all energetic when you get excited about something. It's kinda cute." Noah almost fainted.
"R-really?!"
"Uh yeah, but I have a boyfriend and all."
"Kyle, I share a room with you and listen to you yap at him all night long. I know you have one and I even know his name is Jason." He snickered. Kyle smiled and led him into the coffee shop, ordering their drinks and finding a nice spot outside to sit.
"So, is it okay if I talk to you about Jason?"
"Yeah, sure." Noah nodded.
"You won't get all jealous on me or anything?"
"Well maybe a little but I know better than to let emotions get in the way when a friend needs help or options." Noah automatically seemed to switch into a professional role from his voice and vocabulary right down to his posture and calculating stare. Noah sipped his coffee and waited patiently for Kyle to relax.
"I talked to my friend Nelson this morning." he started. "He was reassuring and all but I needed pure honesty, ya know? The hard truth."
"Alright." Noah nodded encouragingly at him.
"Jason and I have been getting more distant. I knew it would be hard to have a long distance relationship but this is ridiculous!" he flopped back in his seat. "I never see him, we don't talk a lot and I don't have time really. I don't know what to do!"
"How are your grades doing?" Noah questioned. Kyle stared at him confused. "Are you having a hard time concentrating on it? Are you losing interest in things you used to enjoy? Is your mind constantly elsewhere?" Kyle sighed heavily and nodded.
"All I think about is how my relationship is falling apart. I keep getting distracted during homework, classes, and I haven't even looked at the pool yet!" Noah flinched at the mention of 'pool' but quickly continued before the other could say anything.
"Maybe the relationship is too much stress for you right now." Noah took another sip of his drink. "Perhaps you need a break. Not necessarily a break-up but time apart so you don't have the stress of a relationship. Make it open for the time being." He gave a reassuring smile. Kyle seemed in thought.
"But I don't want to lose him."
"Why not?" Noah stared at him and the older drew back stunned.
"Excuse me?!"
"If you can't think of a reason, besides fear of loneliness, to stay with him then why are you still dating Jason?" Noah sat back. "Look, the relationship is stressful, you're losing interest in things you used to enjoy, your school is taking a back seat and your grades are dropping. What are the pros and cons of this relationship?" He lightly rubbed the other's hand. "Make a list and decide for yourself. If you need help let me know." The older turned his hand and grabbed the shorter's, smiling.
"Thank you. Can you help me with a list?"
"Absolutely" Noah smiled at him.
"Thanks. You told me exactly what I needed; the facts and hard truth, not hopes and well wishes. You told me what I needed to know."
"FAGS!" Some prep yelled with his friends, all of them laughing. Noah flinched but didn't pull his hand away, instead he gripped it tighter.
"Do you get used to being called that?" Noah asked softly. Suddenly he was that sixteen year old boy again, eyes downcast, shame on his face. "Mike, my twin, says its Alex's and my own fault that dad . . ." He hesitated. ". . . Did what he did. Because we're queer." He mumbled. Kyle moved the chair over and wrapped an arm around the petite boy. He stiffened when he felt how thin his shoulders were through the baggy sweater. Noah flopped his head on the flat spot between Kyle's shoulder and chest, fidgeting with his sleeve.
"You alright?" Kyle asked softly, subconsciously playing with the shaggy, sandy blond strands.
"Yeah, I'm alright." He pulled back and smiled, reaching for his coffee. "Did you hear about the dance? The Halloween one?" Noah hinted.
"No I didn't" Kyle seemed in thought. "Cool."
"You gonna go?" Noah looked at his drink nervously.
"Probably not." He shrugged and the shorter slumped. Kyle noticed and shifted. "I don't think so anyways. It'll depend on homework and such of course."
"Right, of course." Noah nodded and cleared his throat. "Thanks for coffee by the way."
"No problem." Kyle grinned lopsidedly at him. "It was the least I can do since you let me blab about my problems and all." Noah blushed, his heart racing, Kyle still extremely close, so close that their knees kept bumping. He doubted the older even knew or realized that they were touching.
"Y-you mentioned a pool?" Noah seemed uncomfortable.
"Yeah I love swimming. I'm really good at it too." He grinned. "Do you like swimming?"
"I ah, I'm scared of water that goes above my waist." He shifted. The taller looked surprised.
"Oh, well maybe I can help you with that!"
"I-I don't know. It's not something that makes me nervous, it's a legitimate fear. I freeze up, go pale, sometimes I faint or vomit." He said blushing feeling ashamed.
"If you want to get over the fear, we can start really slow. I'll make sure you have a life jacket, a floaty and me to hang onto." He grinned and Noah smiled, giving a hesitant nod.
"Okay but don't push me, let me take it at my own pace. Okay?"
"Alright." Noah couldn't help the excitement that ran through him. Kyle's eyes were so intense, so close, so intoxicating. He wanted to kiss him but he wouldn't. He couldn't do that to Kyle. He looked back to his coffee, sitting in a mostly comfortable silence.
So there you go! Chapter 1 finally uploaded :P
I will either upload once a week (Friday's -5:00 time) or bi-weekly.
I promise the plot gets thicker from here!
