This is my first SLASH/holes/fan-fiction fic. Here so be gental. ^_^ Please
Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, do you think I'd be righting fan fiction? Didn't think so.
Stanley Yelnats IV was wondering through the mall. Which he'd been doing for the past hour. Looking down the long stretch of crowded stores, Stanley found what he'd been looking for. It was three day's before Hector's birthday, but his party wasn't until the day after which was Saturday. The problem was, Stanley didn't have his presents ready. Now, though, that he'd been through most of the mall, he had a few items he knew Hector would love. A B.A.M skate boarding hat, a new watch, some C.Ds and two drawing booklets.
Seeing the drawing booklets made Stanley smile. He remembered the time that Hector had told him he liked to draw. They where still back at Camp Greenlake. Stanley had given him some of his stationary paper and Hector wiped out a really funny picture of Mr. Sir digging a hole, himself holding a whip, yelling to the sweaty councilor to keep digging. Stanley nearly fell out of his bed laughing when he'd been shown it. The drawing was pretty good too. Mr. Sir's sideburns seemed to be just at the angle they were in reality. Stanley believed he still had the picture.
But truth be told, Zero with a whip looked kind of sexy, kinky even. He laughed at the thought, as he walked into a gift shop. Must not think about those kind of things in public, he told himself. The gift shop was HUGE. There where cards, candles, stuffed animals and any other thing you could think of as a last minute birthday gift. But Stanley sighed. He didn't want it to be a last minute birthday present. He wanted it to be special, like his Zero.
Wait did he just think of Hector as his? You mustn't do that, he thought to himself, you can't call him yours if your not dating him. The thought pained Stanley slightly, because for the longest time now, he'd had this wild crush over the steamy boy. Or, at least it had started as a crush. But for almost a year and a half after the escape from the Hell camp, he'd come to realized that he'd fallen head over heals in love with the boy. It pained him so much to be without Zero for an extended period of time. Hell, any amount of time. After all they'd been through with each other. From God's Thumb to the Warden to...Pendanski...
The thought of the councilor made Stanley's blood boil. It turned out that Pendanski was a child molester. He, Stanley had not been touched by the councilor, but had chaught him red handed with some one else. The memory sent a chill down Stanley's spine as it came flooding back to him like a bad dream...
***Flashback***
Stanley sat up in his smelly cot. His muscles where sore are hell, and he needed to take a leak, bad. He looked around. It was still dark out and he could barley see a foot a head of him in the tent. Getting out of bed was a pain in the ass, literally. Walking out side he realized that it was just a little bit cooler out than in. Just a little, which was still rather warm. Reaching the urinal, which was just around one of the councilors cabin, he quickly relived him self.
As he slowly headed back to his tent, he looked into the window of the small cabin. The light was on. The bell hadn't rung yet and it was probably close to one or two. What was one of the councilors doing up? Curiosity getting the better of him he stepped closer to the window. As he peered in, he could see two figures. One was slowly taking a drink from a beer or whiskey bottle, whom was obviously Mr. Pendanski. He was leaning agenced a desk which faced the wall on the opposite side of the room. The other was harder to see, for his back was turned toward Stanley. The boy was rather short, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and navy blue boxer shorts. The kid had creamy chocolate colored skin and shoulder length, curly black hair. Stanley gasped. Zero
What did ya think. Good, bad, sucked, what? Please Review. I'll update sooner if you do. ^_~
Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, do you think I'd be righting fan fiction? Didn't think so.
Stanley Yelnats IV was wondering through the mall. Which he'd been doing for the past hour. Looking down the long stretch of crowded stores, Stanley found what he'd been looking for. It was three day's before Hector's birthday, but his party wasn't until the day after which was Saturday. The problem was, Stanley didn't have his presents ready. Now, though, that he'd been through most of the mall, he had a few items he knew Hector would love. A B.A.M skate boarding hat, a new watch, some C.Ds and two drawing booklets.
Seeing the drawing booklets made Stanley smile. He remembered the time that Hector had told him he liked to draw. They where still back at Camp Greenlake. Stanley had given him some of his stationary paper and Hector wiped out a really funny picture of Mr. Sir digging a hole, himself holding a whip, yelling to the sweaty councilor to keep digging. Stanley nearly fell out of his bed laughing when he'd been shown it. The drawing was pretty good too. Mr. Sir's sideburns seemed to be just at the angle they were in reality. Stanley believed he still had the picture.
But truth be told, Zero with a whip looked kind of sexy, kinky even. He laughed at the thought, as he walked into a gift shop. Must not think about those kind of things in public, he told himself. The gift shop was HUGE. There where cards, candles, stuffed animals and any other thing you could think of as a last minute birthday gift. But Stanley sighed. He didn't want it to be a last minute birthday present. He wanted it to be special, like his Zero.
Wait did he just think of Hector as his? You mustn't do that, he thought to himself, you can't call him yours if your not dating him. The thought pained Stanley slightly, because for the longest time now, he'd had this wild crush over the steamy boy. Or, at least it had started as a crush. But for almost a year and a half after the escape from the Hell camp, he'd come to realized that he'd fallen head over heals in love with the boy. It pained him so much to be without Zero for an extended period of time. Hell, any amount of time. After all they'd been through with each other. From God's Thumb to the Warden to...Pendanski...
The thought of the councilor made Stanley's blood boil. It turned out that Pendanski was a child molester. He, Stanley had not been touched by the councilor, but had chaught him red handed with some one else. The memory sent a chill down Stanley's spine as it came flooding back to him like a bad dream...
***Flashback***
Stanley sat up in his smelly cot. His muscles where sore are hell, and he needed to take a leak, bad. He looked around. It was still dark out and he could barley see a foot a head of him in the tent. Getting out of bed was a pain in the ass, literally. Walking out side he realized that it was just a little bit cooler out than in. Just a little, which was still rather warm. Reaching the urinal, which was just around one of the councilors cabin, he quickly relived him self.
As he slowly headed back to his tent, he looked into the window of the small cabin. The light was on. The bell hadn't rung yet and it was probably close to one or two. What was one of the councilors doing up? Curiosity getting the better of him he stepped closer to the window. As he peered in, he could see two figures. One was slowly taking a drink from a beer or whiskey bottle, whom was obviously Mr. Pendanski. He was leaning agenced a desk which faced the wall on the opposite side of the room. The other was harder to see, for his back was turned toward Stanley. The boy was rather short, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and navy blue boxer shorts. The kid had creamy chocolate colored skin and shoulder length, curly black hair. Stanley gasped. Zero
What did ya think. Good, bad, sucked, what? Please Review. I'll update sooner if you do. ^_~