Wishes

Pairings: VampirxEvan, more to come.

Rated: T for swearing. Rating WILL go up if I continue.

Authors note: This is a pairing that nobody seems to like. I've only seen a LITTLE on deviantart. Hurr. Hope you enjoy.

I never celebrate my birthday. Or anyone's for that matter. In fact, the only time I 'celebrate' anything is when it gives me the opportunity to be away from the school for a day or longer (Christmas, Easter, Memorial day, etc).

My mother is a Jew gone Jehovah's Witness (the reason for my parents' divorce), so she doesn't celebrate birthdays either.

And, of course, birthdays are too conformist for my friends.

So, birthdays have never been a part of my life. I've never wanted them to be.

But today, for the first time in my life, I made a birthday wish. Conformists seem to think it works. So, at the end of all hope, I turned to making pointless fucking wishes.

XxxxxX

"Gods, I fucking hate that gym teacher!" Dylan started and Evan knew to immediately tune him out. It was the only way he survived the long rantings when the younger boy was infuriated. "Stupid conformist thinks the world of himself, acting like his efforts are going to make any difference in the future of America," The taller Goth's mind started to wander to the happenings of the early morning. "…like he can just change all the fat asses and lazy children here." The second Evan looked into the mirror that morning, he knew he was miserable. He always had been… "I actually do what he asked and wore my uniform! God, how can he expect me to actually participate?!" And it had never been a problem before. It was just the way it was… "Especially with the damn swimming lessons, that bastard." But all it took was a quick look in the mirror on his 18th birthday to realize that he had long since forgotten what it was like to be happy. "Now he's threatening to fail me if I don't strip down for him and go in pointless circles until I fucking drown…" The only birthday wish he'd ever made, 'I want to know what it's like'. "Augh, he pisses me off. Fucking conformist."

"Chyeah." Henrietta and Georgie said in unison.

Evan let out a heavy sigh, causing all Goth-heads to turn his way. "Look, I need to get to class. God fucking forbid that I don't graduate this year."

Dylan's face darkened a little more. "Would it really be that bad to stay with us? Why are you so eager to go to that conformist college?" He received no reply, "You're conforming. Leaving us and the life you promised to stand by to join the rat-race."

Georgie buried his face in Henrietta's arm. The girl looked at her two friends, "Dylan, just stop…"

"No, fuck that! If you're going to leave us, then leave now, asshole! We don't need you!"

That hurt. Badly. 'I should have known that I could never be happy…' And without another word, the man stomped off to his next class.

xxxxxX

Class was hell, as usual. Evan had the displeasure of having Mr. Garrison, who really doesn't even belong in the high school, as a substitute teacher. The man was a joke.

Currently, he was teaching the fascinating subject on who had the best fashion sense of Marie Antoinette's era. As she said, 'Let them eat cake'.

The Goth boy was in an especially irritated mood after what had happened earlier and was not willing to give his time to learn about something so useless. He made the horrible mistake of raising his hand to complain.

For a while, Garrison simply ignored it. But when Evan started to growl, he whipped his head around, intense eyes glaring down at the tall boy. "What." He demanded, voice as cold and hard as stone.

"What the hell does this have to do with anything? The material is usually pointless, but this is… this is stupid!"

He was sent immediately to the principal's office.

XxxxxX

Leaning heavily against the eastern wall of the school, Evan sighed heavily.

Suspended for a week, starting tomorrow.

That was the same bullshit penalty that the McCormick kid received for selling weed on campus grounds.

He would miss a big test in world geography, which would bring his grade dangerously close to an 'F', with no opportunity for make-up. And if he did have to stay at the school longer, he wouldn't have any friends.

The stress of everything started to get to him, and he let his head drop. But there were, he tried to remind himself, several things that could have made his day worse. As long as he could get home and sleep the rest of the week away and hopefully die in the process, he was sure he'd be alright.

Death. What a thing to think about the day you turn into a legal adult. He couldn't imagine his life getting any better, and if he were truly to concentrate on the idea of holding a job and paying bills every day, only to die a year or two before the government would legally let him retire with social security, he would just go home and bleed until his heart had nothing to pump.

But he wasn't going to think about it. He was just going to-…

"Hey, you alright?"

Fatigue settled on his chest, making his next breath a conscious effort. He was too far gone mentally to even get irritated by the sound of Mike Makowski's voice.

"Fuck off, preppie vamp fag."

"Hey, I'm only caring about-"

"Only when your friends can't see you. Stop acting like you're a good person, it's a joke."

The Vamp leader let out an exasperated sigh and fell against the wall, only a foot away from the other teen. "Well, happy birthday anyway."

This shocked the Goth kid. "How do you know it's my birthday?"

Mike smirked smugly, "I know a lot of things, you'd be surprised."

Evan let out an 'hmph'. "Whatever. Just see how far that gets you in life. You'll end up just as miserable and alone as the rest of us."

"I don't think so." It was said in a matter-of-fact manner and this broke through the wall to his irritation.

They both stayed silent for a few minutes, as they both waited for a ride home. Evan closed his eyes while he waited. Twenty minutes must have passed by, before he opened them again.

He jumped slightly. The wanna-be vampire had moved feet closer, and was standing too close for comfort. The Tall Goth ignored it, though, and looked out towards the street. No one was going to come for him. Figures.

He shook his head and started walking away from the school, his ex-friends and the vampire that… was following him?

"Go fuck yourself, Conformist."

Mike walked in front of Evan, stopping quickly. "Look… I just wanted to… I just…" He sighed and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. "Here, I'll leave you alone now." He handed said package to Evan and turned away, heading back to the school.

XxxxxX

The second he arrived at home, he collapsed on the couch.

Why would he bother wishing to be happy? Of course fate would come to bite him in the ass and not just keep happiness from him, but make him more miserable than usual.

He covered his face with both hands and let out a loud growl.

Sleep. That's what he needed…

He tried without success to fall asleep there, but the argument with Dylan played in his head, over and over again.

'We don't need you!'

He flipped over and starred at the ceiling. "The package…"

He ran his long fingernail under the tape that kept the brown parcel together.

He raised an eyebrow when he first pulled it out. It was a book… no…

It was a black leather journal, tightly bound with the outline of a kneeling man, arms spread wide and palms up, in gold. It was…. Beautiful.

He gently flipped to the first page where a small note was written in big loopy letters.

'Dearest Goth-' It made Evan cringe, but he continued.

'I don't know why I decided to do this. I've been thinking about it for a while. And by that, I mean talking to you in general.

But you Goth kids are so stubborn, I can't get anywhere near you.

If you wanna talk, call me.

-Mike 555-6545

Ps. I might not actually give this to you. But I suppose if you are reading this, I did… So… yeah.'

I'm not asking you to read this, but please review. Heh...