Welcome back! So, I decided to ditch the words my parents gave me and got my friend Ashlee to write me a list. They are much more inspiring, and I hope you guys will like.
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Breakdown
He knew it was all for show, none of it real. That it was for their own protection, but that didn't stop it hurting. He stood with his arms hanging at his sides, fists clenched, body tense. He was aware of the many eyes on him, but he stared at the ground silently as he waited for this torture to finish.
'Look at the little nerd,' Buford chortled, reaching out to push Baljeet's shoulder. The smaller boy stumbled back a step, but otherwise did not react. 'He's too much of a pussy to even stand up for himself.'
The other bullies who were standing next to him all laughed, and began to join in, jeering and snickering at the tears welling in Baljeet's eyes. After a few moments, Buford's sadistic grin became rather forced, and he shoved Baljeet. 'Oh, whatever. He's not even worth it. Come on, let's go.'
They began to leave, and the students in the hallway copied them, filing out and leaving Baljeet standing next to his locker alone. He had been going to get out his Chemistry book before the band of bullies had surrounded him. Sniffing, he turned his back on his locker and went into the closest boys bathroom, locking himself in one of the grimy stalls and sitting on the ground with his back against the stall door, letting his head fall into his hands and giving in to the tears, feeling them wet his palms.
He knew it wouldn't be easy, secretly dating the school's hardest bully. But he hadn't expected it to tear him up so much, hearing Buford's insults after everything that had happened between them. He'd agreed to it, of course. It had seemed smart, having Buford continue to bully Baljeet so the rest of the school didn't catch on. But feeling as if an imaginary hand was squeezing his heart, he didn't think it was so smart anymore.
Sobs escaped him, despite his attempts to keep quiet. He couldn't control it, sobs and hiccups filling the bathroom and making it hard for him to breathe properly. Dimly, he heard someone enter the room and knock on his stall door. 'Baljeet,' Buford said softly, and the squeezing on his heart grew stronger. 'Baljeet, let me in.'
'Go away,' he managed to get out in a strangled voice. He didn't want to see anyone at that moment.
'Baljeet..' he heard the sound of Buford's back hitting the stall door, and then a squeaking noise as the large boy slid down so he was sitting on the ground too, leaning against the door. 'I'm sorry, 'Jeet. I'm so sorry.'
Bujeet said nothing, because there was nothing to say.
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Rain
'It's raining.'
Ferb glanced at Phineas, who had spoken. The redheaded teen was standing beside him underneath an overhang just outside the school doors, staring up at the overcast sky. They'd both stayed behind to help one of the teachers sort out a tap that was spraying water all over the classroom, and now the school was deserted. Phineas tore his eyes away from the sky to look up at the taller teenager.
Ferb arched a brow at his younger brother, waiting for the inevitable. Phineas stared back, and Ferb knew that the smaller boy hated asking for anything. It made him feel selfish. But, for once, the green-haired teen didn't offer. Every now and again, he liked to watch the boy squirm.
Phineas sighed. 'I forgot my umbrella, okay? Can we share, please?'
In answer, Ferb opened his umbrella and handed it to Phineas. The red-head let out a soft 'ohh...' and looked up. 'This won't fit both of us. Never mind then.'
But when he went to hand it back, Ferb shook his head. A slow smile crept onto Phineas' face and he reached out to punch his brother's arm gently. 'Thanks, Ferb.'
Ferb didn't care he'd probably get sick from walking home in the rain. All he cared about was that Phineas was happy.
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Cut
The first thing he'd noticed when Buford had walked through the door was the blood. It was dripping down one side of his face, and yet the teenager seemed pumped, almost as if he was completely unaware. Baljeet jumped off the bed, his eyes wide. 'What happened to you?' he couldn't keep the worry out of his voice, and he hurried over to Buford, going on tip-toe to try and see the cut on the taller boy's forehead.
'It was fantastic,' Buford grinned, reaching out and ruffling his nerd's hair. 'Guy didn't even know what hit him.'
'You mean to say I waited here, alone, in your bedroom, with your mother checking up on me every five minutes and showing me your baby pictures, and you were out there having a bloody fight?' Baljeet asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.
'Yup,' Buford didn't even seem to notice the other boy's anger, and he pulled his shirt off, pressing the fabric to the cut in an attempt to slow the bleeding. 'Trust me, he is way worse off than I am.'
'You are an idiot,' Baljeet snapped, yanking Buford's shirt from his grasp. 'That is probably covered in bacteria. Sit down on your bed and tell me where the first aid kit is.'
'Uh, in the bathroom, 'Jeet,' Buford blinked, unused to the angry, bossy side of his best friend. As the small boy left the room, the bully did as he was told, sitting heavily on his bed and looking around. It wasn't long until Baljeet returned, first aid kit in hand, along with a damp paper towel.
'Imbecile,' he chided softly, moving forward so he could use the damp paper towel to wipe the blood from his friend's face. He was standing between Buford's legs, so slight in comparison to him. The bully blinked up at him, trying to look innocent. 'Moron,' the Indian muttered.
'What's wrong with you, 'Jeet? You seem kinda pissed,' Buford winced as Baljeet took out an antiseptic wipe and began cleaning the cut. 'Ow! Hey, be gentle.'
'No, I shall not be gentle,' the smaller boy snapped. 'If you were selfish enough to go out and get into a fight while I waited back here, worried out of my mind, then you do not deserve to be treated gently.'
'Woah,' Buford reached out, wrapped an arm around the slight waist, and pulled Baljeet down onto his lap. The dark-skinned boy let out a cry of protest and tried to squirm away, but his bully only tightened his grip. 'Sorry, Baljeet, didn't think you'd mind. I got a little carried away.'
'And what if you had been seriously injured?' Baljeet gave up trying to escape, instead continuing to clean the cut and attempting to ignore the way his cheeks heated and his stomach twisted. He put gauze over the cut, securing it in place with medical tape. Probably not the best job, but it'd have to do.
'Aww, come on, 'Jeet,' Buford grinned. 'Don't you have any faith in me?'
'You are completely idiotic,' the boy hissed.
'And you're cute when you're mad.'
Baljeet flushed darker, trying to ignore how a simple sentence made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.
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Relocating
'Don't go, please,' he whispered softly. His voice was ripped away from him by the wind, but he knew the other man heard, understood. They always understood each other. The rain was soaking them both, but neither of them tried to move inside. The smaller one rested his head on the taller one's chest, shivering in his embrace.
'Phineas,' Ferb had to talk louder than he liked to be heard over the wind. 'You're the one who urged me to take this offer in the first place.'
'I know,' Phineas shuddered, trying to fight back the panic clawing its way up his throat, burning the back of his eyes. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm doing this but I can't live without you.'
'It's only a few hours away,' Ferb cupped his cheek, forced the redhead to look up at him. 'And this job will only last a few months. We could use the money, Phin.'
'But we don't need it,' the tears were forming now, pooling in his eyes. He gripped Ferb's jacket tightly, forcing back a whimper. 'Please don't go, I'm begging you.'
Ferb's grip on him tightened as his resolve weakened. They'd been like this for almost ten minutes now, and each whispered plea smashed a little bit more of his determination. 'This could be the job opportunity of a lifetime. Your words, Phineas. Why are you so needy all of the sudden?' he asked, pressing their foreheads together.
'We've never been apart, Ferb,' Phineas closed his eyes, hoping his brother wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two hot tears sliding down his face and the cold, stinging raindrops doing the same thing. 'I thought we never would be, even for a few months,' his breath hitched as he fought back the sudden urge to sob. 'Please.'
'Phineas,' Ferb whispered, pressing his lips to the man's forehead. He'd noticed the tears. Of course he had. 'Don't cry.'
'But you're leaving me,' the redhead sniffed. 'You're my soul mate, and you're leaving me.'
'I'm not leaving you for very long,' Ferb frowned slightly, pulling his boyfriend closer. 'Stop crying.'
'Then stay with me,' Phineas' eyes opened, and the bright, watery blue met concerned green. 'Please.'
Ferb leant down, pressing his lips gently to the other man's, anything to stop the tears that were shredding his heart into pieces.
'I'll stay.'
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Elements
Buford stared down at his homework, wishing it would just go away. He could never understand anything, and it made him feel dumb, which just pissed him off more. It didn't help that his best friend (nerd? frenemy?) was one of the smartest guys he knew. His grip on his pen tightened, and he let out an impatient growl. 'How am I supposed to answer any of this?'
Baljeet glanced up from his own homework, frowning. He scooted closer to Buford so he could glance over the paper in front of the much larger boy. He hummed for a moment, before looking up at his friend. Homework was his thing, and he felt comfortable enough to smile and tilt his head. 'What are you having trouble with, exactly?'
'The symbols of the elements,' Buford grunted, pointing with his pen to the first question. 'I don't know which elements they represent. How the hell am I supposed to know what K is? '
'Well, first of all, K is Potassium, and second of all,' Baljeet frowned slightly. 'We were supposed to memorize the symbols last year.'
'I was otherwise occupied,' Buford sneered. He was growing rather annoyed at the way he was talking- otherwise occupied? Really? If he talked like that in front of other bullies, he might just get a beating. He spent way too much time with nerds.
'With what?' Baljeet asked curiously.
'Kicking your ass,' Buford grinned, and Baljeet rolled his eyes.
'Oh please, you never actually hurt me,' the Indian felt a burst of courage and leaned forward, smirking. 'You are really just a big softie.'
Rather abruptly, Buford stood, grabbed Baljeet by the collar and dragged him away from the table to slam him up against the wall, with his hands resting against said wall on either side of his nerd's head, effectively trapping the boy. 'Oh really? You wanna say that again, shorty?'
Baljeet started to regret agreeing to go over to Buford's house to study when the boy's mother was out. He knew that Buford was only teasing in his violent, psychopathic way, but the shock of being shoved up against a wall and having that face sneering into his own caused a wave of fear to wash over him. 'I-I...'
'You what, nerd?'
'Nothing...' Baljeet avoided meeting those blue eyes, instead staring down at his shoes.
'That's what I thought,' the sneer turned into a smirk, and Buford moved one hand to grip the dark skinned chin, forcing it upwards. Baljeet's cheeks flushed, and Buford chuckled at this. 'You know, 'Jeet, my mom's not going to be back for a couple of hours...'
Baljeet was an avid reader, and he'd read plenty of romance novels that told of supposed butterflies in your stomach. He'd always thought it stupid and pointless, until that moment. Now, the imagined butterflies were going crazy, and his heart was beating so loudly, he was surprised Buford didn't comment on it.
It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen.
There was always something there between the two, something unspoken, neither boys brave enough to bring it up. Their friends had told them over and over to just do something about it instead of acting like they were in kindergarten, but neither did. Oh sure, they'd had plenty of moments where the attraction between them was rather obvious (Baljeet whispering Buford's name in his sleep at a sleep over, Buford beating the crap out of another bully who'd tried to hurt Baljeet), but nothing ever came of it and they acted like nothing had ever happened the next day.
But now, it seemed, things were about to change. Baljeet saw Buford leaning in, and he closed his eyes, parting his lips ever so slightly in preparation and-
Buford pulled away, chuckling, and ruffling the smaller boy's hair. 'Your homework is getting cold, kid.'
There had been close calls like this before, but Baljeet had never been so disappointed and... angry. His brown eyes locked on Buford's, and before the bully could react, he closed the distance between them, reaching out to grab a fistful of short brown hair and yanking it. Buford's eyes widened as his head was pulled down. Baljeet stood on tip-toe and shoved their mouths together.
There was a tense pause in which nothing happened, and then Buford's eyes slid closed as he began to kiss back hesitantly. Baljeet's heart was beating like crazy and he felt light headed, but he wouldn't have traded that moment for anything. They parted a moment later, and Buford let out a nervous laugh. 'Better than homework?'
'So much better.'
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