Psycho Chan's Note: I think this story is cute. I'll happily admit it now. Twitter Chan thinks so too. She's just happy I didn't think of a story where Francis is raped or beaten or something gruesome…I like that stuff. I grew up on horror movies but I love to read about romances…that's weird…Please enjoy our stories!
Chapter Two: Secrets Reviled
School has just let out, and people have started to leave the grounds. One of them being Virgil, who changes into his Static costume, ready for patrol. As he is gliding through the sky, he thinks about his morning. The fact that HotStreak likes him still hasn't sank into his think skull. They had to be wrong. That man couldn't like him. He has too much pride for that.
During his deep thinking, Virgil can't but wonder why the other man likes him. Just as that thought crosses his mind, he sees the fiery redhead sitting on the grass of the park, attempting to kick off that locker door. It's been burned off for the most part, what ever remained was burned onto his skin. As Static gets closer, he can hear the grunts of pure frustration from the man. "C'mon" Francis sets his hand between his feet, pulling with his weight.
Landing softly on the freshly cut grass, Static smiles to himself as he watches the struggling man. Sending a small line of electricity, Static demagnetizes the metal attached to HotStreak's hand. The metal flies off, sending the older teen backwards, onto his back as he is released from his eight hour hell.
"AH!?" Shaking his head, Francis looks up to see Static looking down at him with an irritating grin.
"Hey." Amusement bleeds through the hero's voice.
Recovering quickly, HotStreak sits up, turning his butt on the grass to face the standing hero. "What?"
"You looked like you needed help."
"Yeah…" The man looks at his hand, he had actually managed to burn off some skin, which still contains small scraps of metal. "Too bad you didn't come eight hours ago."
"I was busy." Static explains himself. Trying to figure you out.
"So was I." HotStreak points out, picking at the silver scraps in his hand. It had melted into his skin during the many many struggles.
"That doesn't look like it's working very well."
"It's not…it's burned into my skin…and it hurts like a bitch…" The man continues to pick at it.
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to help you with that…"
"Stupid locker…" HotStreak mumbles under his breath. "I don't even understand how the damn thing got stuck."
"What were you doing?" Virgil figures he might be able to get his answers this way. Why be hasty as Virgil and have no escape plan except run for your very life when he could go as Static and actually protect his scrawny ass?
"What do you mean?"
"What were you doing that you got stuck to a locker?"
"…I…was…" HotStreak's eyes look upward, trying to think of an excuse, "putting something in a locker." The last part was said quickly and quietly.
"You were what?" Obviously he didn't hear the last part.
"Putting something in a locker." Again, the older man tries to burn off the metal.
"You should stop that before you make it worse."
"I won't." No one is really sure who it was Francis was trying to convince.
"Try having your hand facing the ground when you burn it so the metal drips down."
Annoyed because he didn't think of that, HotStreak stands up, no longer messing with this right hand. "What do you want?"
"I was trying to help you out."
"Well, you're done." Francis was distracted by the thought that Virgil probably knew who it was that liked him.
"Kay…" Virgil wasn't gonna let this go. "I thought you skip school."
"Huh?" Francis was caught off guard with the question.
"Don't you skip school? Why were you putting something in your locker?"
"…someone else's locker…"
"Why were you in someone else's locker?" Virgil could almost laugh at the way HotStreak was pussyfooting around the topic.
"I was putting a gift in it." Yup. HotStreak was the admirer.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I like them." As much as the man wanted to run, something kept him there. Talking.
"…" It sounded weird coming from HotStreak himself. "Did you tell them that?"
"No." HotStreak grumbles.
"Why not."
"Because he hates my guts."
"How do you know?"
"Because he said so Sparky."
"Why's he hate you then?" Virgil was determined to have all the facts.
"How the hell should I know? I quit beatin' him." Francis regains his posture, crossing his arms in an angry fashion.
"Why'd you beat him in the first place?"
"I…use to hate him…"
"?" That had confused Static. "How'd you go from hating him to liking him?"
"…because I'm fucked in the head. I don't know." Again, the man start to pick at his hand, peeling the metal fragments out, along with his flesh. At least it was working.
Static's face bunches up in disgust at the sight. "Quit doing that. You're making it worse."
"Skin grows back."
"At least don't do that in front of me…"
Sighing, HotStreak quits pulling his flesh. "Thanks for…your help…" He growls the thanks of gratitude like it would kill him. It probably could have.
With a smile, Static sends out his disc, jumping on the thin material. As Static, Virgil was able to see the kind of feelings HotStreak was able to harbor. He looks at the man, with a wide smile of admiration for the dumb man. Virgil actually liked this HotStreak. "Thanks for the CD." Quickly, Static zooms off to start his patrol, leaving the other man stunned.
A blush floods Francis's face, unsure if it's anger or embarrassment. He had just confessed everything to his crush. He covers his pretty face with his clean hand. "The little shit…"
