Demoniac Bastard Scorpio, eh, I'm prolly a perv for writing it (and enjoying writing it) but I don't care :P Glad you like it. takers dark lover, Jeffy's deff gonna get hims a playmate. It'll be fun :P RatedRKandi, Jeffy gets a pet. A pretty pet, hehe. Eh, I seem to like Jeff topping Addy (shrugs) redsandman99, thank you. Psycho Jeff & Victim Addy can be fun.. Seraphalexiel, gotta love the Blonde Canadian Connection, hehe.. JoMoFan-spot, Meh, been craving a dark side of Jeff for sometime now. Yeah.. least I'm aiming for cringe-worthy... I like when Jeff looks ready to eat someone :P Jeff muse: Imma eat Addy.. (giggles madly) Eat him all up.. Terrah: Yeah.. Jeff in here is a sociopath, which basically means he really has no concept of right or wrong... I'll prolly go more into that later.. Aw, Jeri.. my little drama queen :P Sadly, poor Addy is in danger. & thanks, as always, XD.
Psycho Pretty;
Chapter two/ 'Misery'
Rated; M/ L, S (just a bit of listening in on some catty drunken sex, stalking)
And the night had pretty much been that for Adam; Watch movies, eat popcorn, try and keep Chris' drunken ass off him and his hair (after all it wasn't Adam's fault Chris had butchered his own and chopped it all off)
And Chris would beg. "C'mon, Addy.. please.. Imma you's real purdy.. an'then y'can get a man too."
"No. Now get off me." Adam would push him away and Chris would whine and Jay would tell them to play nice. But Adam didn't want Chris (more-so, a drunk Chris) playing with his hair and getting it all tangled up and in knots.
Then Adam would continue to listen to Jay and Chris argue like an old married couple, makeout for all of five minutes, drink more and repeat. They went to bed a half hour ago, leaving Adam to the guest room (which was a spare 'kid's' room or whatever for the two bedroom apartment) which Chris usually occupied when Adam wasn't there and when Jay and Chris decided they didn't like each other for that particular night.
Tonight, however, Jay and Chris decided they really REALLY liked each other and were sharing the main room. Adam was asleep for maybe all of two minutes when he heard Chris scream followed by Jay's drunken giggling.
"It's not funny, you fucktarded moron! You could've fucking waited! I told you to wait!"
"Awe.. I'm sorry.. I misheard." Jay chuckled.
"Misheard my fucking ass, Reso. I'll mishear you in a minute." Chris growled.
"What's that mean, Irvine?"
"I dunno.. just shut the fuck up and do it right."
Jay sighed. "Okay.. okay.. jeez.. bossy bitch.."
"I'm not a bit..Ooh.." Chris suddenly purred. "Oh, gawd.. right there.. fuck yeah.."
"You were saying..?" Jay added, smirk in his tone.
"Oh, fuck you.. shut up and fuck me.." Chris let out a moan that was so slutty, it'd only be uttered during sex. "Uhm.. Jay.. harder.. oh, fuck.. oh, fuck.."
"Yeah, you like that shit, boy.. Arch your back.. like having you all spread out like the slutty bitch you are.." Jay taunted.
"Fuck you.. ohm... hand please.."
Jay snorted. "I don't think you're worthy.."
"I said please!"
"Nah.. you're not worthy.."
"You're such a dick.."
"And what a dick.. so big and hard fucking your ass, Bitch.. Stick that ass out!" A smack was heard followed by Chris cursing.
"I hate you." He said sternly, yelping out as another smack was heard.
"Oh, fuck.. you lying cunt.. You fucking worship me and you damn well know it.. Ah, fuck, Chris.."
Adam laid with a pillow wrapped around his head, but it still didn't drown out the loud obnoxious moaning, the constant wave of insults that came with Jay/Chris sex, or the sounds of the bed squeaking so annoyingly it sounded like the damn thing was just going to give the fuck up and give the fuck out on them any second.
Adam closed his eyes as the noises and pants and groans got louder, as well as the curses and childish insults.
"Almost there, Chris.. fuck, you like that, you filthy bitch.."
"Oh-no, Asstoid.. You can't cum before me!" Chris loudly protested.
"You wait your fucking turn."
"No! If you fucking cum 'fore me, you prolly will jus' lemme to finish myself." Chris whined.
"Maybe.. you think I'm a lousy lay anyway."
Chris growled in frustration and Jay laughed.
"Please.. please.." Chris changed his tone, sexing it up. "Jay-Jay, please.. use those magic hands of yours to make me cum.. please.. wanna be all sticky and pretty just for you.."
Jay sighed and Chris let out a happy squeal.
"Oh, yes.. right like that... so good.. Oh, Jason.. fuck.. shit!" Chris screamed as Adam was sure orgasm washed over him, Jay followed almost immediately after with a nice string of curses and crumbled up half words.
It got silent after that and Adam let his droopy and tired eyes start to close.
"That was awesome." Chris panted,
"See? That's why I'm King, baby." Jay proclaimed.
"Bullshit. That was all me."
Jay scoffed. "Whatever."
Chris let out a huff. "Whatever me, I'll.."
"You'll shit."
Chris growled again as Jay laughed.
Adam sighed and tossed back the covers. Honestly, he didn't understand how the neighbors dealt with this shit every night and how Jay and Chris hadn't been evicted yet.
-xx-
Over the next couple of days Adam felt like he was being watched out in town, in stores, in the park... Shit, even at home. It was that kid he saw at the grocery store. Adam swore he kept seeing him everywhere like the kid was following him... But the thing mostly was that Adam would catch a brief glimpse of a boy in a baggy gray hoodie and black jeans, with his hands shoved down into the hoodie's pockets and his head bowed low with strings of purple, black and blonde hair hanging down in his face. And it was those eyes. Sinister smirking green eyes that would be rolled up and just watching Adam. Then Adam would look away and look back only for the kid to have vanished.
Adam didn't know the boy and he didn't know why the boy wanted to stalk him for. It was something that made absolutely no sense and was making Adam feel like he was going crazy. It was unnerving as hell and was seriously starting to worry the blonde.
Adam was coming out of the laundromat near his apartment when he saw the boy again, this time he was smoking a cigarette and had just brought it up to his lips when he noticed Adam. The boy paused, his lips splitting into an evil smirk. Adam bowed his head down, grabbing to his basket of freshly washed and dried clothes and headed back to his apartment, not looking back. Adam was certain of one thing, it wasn't very good if this strange kid was following him back to his house.
-xx-
Wednesday, Adam confronted Jason about it when his brother came over to get some shit he had left on a previous visit, only to have Jay laugh at him.
"C'mon, Addy. It was just some punk kid and you're letting him freak you out."
"Well.. Who is he?" Adam asked, both hands gripping his coffee cup.
"I dunno. Just the town freak." Jay shrugged. "No one really knows him. He's this anti-social leper. He keeps to himself and lives near the woods some ways far from town. He's in high school and I think he's just.. Look, he's a nobody and you need to stop worrying about it. Besides, you're older than him. Get over it and stop being a prissy drama queen."
"I'm not being a prissy drama queen." Adam denied.
"Right." Jay rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I got to get to work. When are you gonna get a job?" He asked, putting back on his jacket.
"I had a job." Adam reminded.
"And you got fired." Jay replied, ignoring Adam rolling his eyes and muttering that the place where he had worked had went out of business and he hadn't actually been 'fired'. "Seriously, Addy, your life is going nowhere."
"I'm still behind on the running away thing."
"And what? Join the circus?" Jay chuckled.
Adam shrugged. "It's a possibility."
"You're full of shit."
"What? It could work." Adam smirked.
"Only if you grow a beard and become the next bearded lady, Hott Stuff." Jay winked, clicking his tongue annoyingly.
Adam gasped. "Jay! Are you calling me a woman?"
"If the glass slipper fits, Cinderella." Jay replied, turning toward the door.
Adam blew a dry raspberry. "Yeah yeah, you're the one late for the Ball, Pumpkin."
Jay laughed and fished out his car keys. "See ya, Addy."
"Bye, Jay." Adam replied as he watched his brother leave.
-xx-
Jeff had learned this from following Adam; Shorty was his brother Jason and their mother was Judy Copeland, apparently Jay had been adopted. Chris was a jackass friend. Adam recently had been let go from his job at some bikini shop because they closed down. Adam, who was four years older than Jeff (pffftt, details), wasn't in school and mostly Adam was a loner who was usually by himself unless he was with Jay or Chris.
That was really perfect for Jeff. Made things so much easier.
What wasn't easy was school. It was a boring drag and Jeff didn't want to be there. He wanted to be home plotting ways to get his Addy or out in town stalking his Addy. Not in some boring classroom where they were.. well, boring. Luckily for Jeff, his teachers didn't much seem interested in him no how, especially since no one had any faith in him doing jack squat (since Jeff did less than that to begin with) and no one expected him to be his brother Matt. And after the incident last year where some arrogant asswipe stupidly had the gumption to try and mess with Jeff over 'being a little faggy weirdo psychopath', as said asswipe had so rudely put it, and Jeff nearly got sent off for bashing his head in with his book bag (filled with his school books), no one really bothered Jeff at school. There were ones who ever now and then tried, but they quickly backed off.
Nope. Jeff attended class, turned in half-ass work, was basically failing, and only his father cared.. and that was just to nag. Jeff was going nowhere fast, and he could care less. He found what he wanted and not a damn thing mattered over his current obsession. Why should it?
Jeff picked up the mail for the day, finding a package from his brother's college. He opened it and found pictures of the older Hardy, dark long hair falling over his shoulders and cheesy grin plastered on his face as two brown eyes stared down 'lovingly' at some brunette chick with curly hair, bright eyes and a brighter smile. Jeff let out snort. Matt's smile looked so fucking fake. Who was he fucking kidding? The note from Matt, that was also enclosed, said Matt was doing fine, learning so much, meeting such wonderful people. The chick in the photo, Matt said, was Eve Torres, his new girlfriend and she was a nice girl who he really cared for. Yeah, Jeff could bet.
Jeff let out and unimpressed huff before crumbling the note, the pictures and the envelop up and tossing them into the trash can. Fuck Matt and his bullshit college shit. Bastard didn't even bother to ask how his brother was. Not even a 'say hello to Jeffro for me.' Nothing.
Jeff got into his room and slammed the door, digging at his head in frustration. His heart clinched in his chest. It was fine that his own flesh and blood didn't acknowledge him.. but it still stung. That was alright though, Jeff knew he had planning to do.
-xx-
Gilbert Hardy was an old fashioned man who had to raise his two sons all his own after he lost his wife to brain cancer. He always thought he did the best he could, and Matthew was proof of that. But he didn't quite know where he went so wrong with Jeffrey.
Jeff was distant from reality, always in his own little world. The real world never seemed to much interest him. Jeff had grew up very close to Matt, but Jeff never seemed to fit when Matt was away. Jeff didn't make friends easy and was never interested in them.. and damn sure not girls. Jeff also wasn't interested in sports, or his studies or getting a job, or hard work of any kind that didn't involve making some weird piece of 'art work' or painting. And Jeff liked to make himself look like the odd-ball more-so than to fit in; wearing baggy clothes and dying his hair crazy colors, painting his nails like a girl.
And Jeff's attitude was anything but cheerful. He was always moody, liked to keep to himself, blasting his godawful music as loud as he could. He was hateful and just had this aura about him that if you tried to talk to him, Jeff might snap and bite your head off. Jeff was unsociable, that was sure. Jeff also liked to break the rules, and smoke when he was told not too. Gil had also suspected his son of stealing, but when he confronted Jeff, the younger Hardy just got all defensive and started yelling at Gil to stay the fuck out of his stuff before grabbing his coat and storming out of the house.
Jeff was about to return to his room when Gilbert found the crumbled up pictures from Matt in the garbage and asked him about it.
Jeff shrugged. "It's just a front, y'know. He's not really with her."
"Now, listen here, don't you go a'starting that nonsense again about your brother." Gilbert ordered, shaking the pictures towards Jeff.
"What? You don't believe me? Or don't wanna hear it?" Jeff shook his head. "Fine. But your perfect son isn't so damn perfect. I bet he's got a cute little boy that he fucks on the side when he's not making out in public with this dumb bimbo just to prove he's straight."
"Boy, I told you I don't wanna hear it!" Gil said sternly. "What would your brother say if he heard you talk like that?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "I don't rightfully give a shit."
"You watch your tongue, Jeffrey."
"It's not my fault that you can't handle who your son really is."
"He's not like you, I tell ya that." The older man still waved the pictures at Jeff.
Jeff scoffed. "Yeah. A faggot. Go on, say it."
"Just go up to your room. Go on. Get." Gil said, turning from Jeff and putting his hand on his hip as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Fine. Won't be long before I'm out of this shithole anyway. I can't wait to leave too." Jeff snarled before stalking off to his room.
-xx-
The next couple of days Jeff had kept silent and very busy. He didn't talk to his father and, thankfully, his father didn't talk to him either. Nothing else was spoken about school or Matt or anyone's sexual preferences. And Jeff was just fine with that because he knew what he was after and he had already set his mind to going to get it. He was sick of just being satisfied with thinking of Adam late at night and jerking off to fantasies in his head. He had even backed off stalking Adam because Jeff didn't want him getting too paranoid and suspicious. But.. shit was now about to seriously change.
Jeff grabbed his handkerchief and stuffed in it his back pocket as well as his hunting knife. He needed to introduce himself to Adam already. Jeff had been preparing. Everything was finally set and ready...
Things get sorta bad for Addy next... The fun.. I mean torture begins.. This story's majorly AU, so if anything's a miss, it's prolly supposed to be. & I'm praying this is not gonna fuck up. Apparently September is a bad luck month for FanFic writers.. September is now FanFic Dot Net Glitch Awareness month... The site went crazy.. just like it did last year.. (sigh)