Days Come, Days Past
Chapter 1
Dawn peels off his shirt and stuffs it into his locker, searching around for his gym clothes, then putting on the white Casper High t-shirt. He starts to unbutton his jeans. Leering, peering, peeking, hidden. He stops, looks around and sighs. "Don't make me go through this with you again, Mayu. Just come out and save me some trouble."
"Oh, Dawn, what a coincidence that I should meet you here at this time in this situation," Mayu says cheerfully, coming out from his hiding place behind a row of lockers. Dawn stares at him blankly. Boys around them aren't surprised at the two…gotten used to it actually.
"Stop it, Mayu. You're missing class, you know." Dawn wonders for a moment why he even tries, Mayu won't listen no matter what he says about that. "Why doesn't your dad have a problem with you? My dad would…my mom, too. In fact, pretty much everyone in my family, save for Grandpa Fenton, would. What makes your dad so special?"
"He says it's alright. It's love." Mayu smiles. "And I love you no matter what…isn't that the purest form of love?" He tilts his head sideways, eyes trailing downward. "So are you going to finish dressing for gym or what?"
"….Zatch!" Dawn calls to the large football player. "Could you please shove Mayu in a locker until everyone's gone and 'gently' return him to his class?" The blonde glances at Dawn, then at Mayu's pleading face, pleading him not to.
Zatch shrugs. "Sure." He doesn't even bother saying 'you owe me one for this, Fenton' like he used to. He's starting to enjoy pushing Foley into a locker and dragging him back to his own class. In fact, he doesn't really hate Fenton like he used to. He used to hate him on the principle that his dad hated Dawn's dad…but now…as Zatch drags Mayu away, he peeks back at Dawn.
Cool as a cucumber, doesn't even seem to care that his best friend's a pervert who spies on him every day, and flirts with him mercilessly, and that…his the son of his father's worst enemy from school may be developing a crush on him. 'What's wrong with me? A crush on Fenton? That's crazy! Just because he's…cool, and calm, and has long legs, and is super smart and has gorgeous mismatched purple and blue eyes and…' Zatch lets his thought trail off as he shoves Mayu into a locker, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary, and storming back to his own locker to finish dressing and to…finish his own viewing of Dawn dressing out for P.E.
Later….
Dawn sits on the bleachers after running a mile on the track, stretched out with his head resting on the seat of one row, his feet resting on the seat of a row several rows below him. Someone sits next to him. "Pretty tall, aren't ya?"
"Hey, Zatch. Something wrong, or did you just come by to say hi?" Zatch snorts indignantly at the comment, and Dawn opens his mismatched eyes. "Mayu's back in class?"
"Yeah, teacher thanked me for bringing him back again. Does he do this every day?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Dawn shrugs. Zatch glances at him. Long legs, sweaty body, blue eyes, matted hair, pure skin, purple eye…he lets the thought go no further. He hands Dawn a towel.
"You're pretty sweaty. Just ran?"
"Mile. Made it in about two minutes." Blue eyes look at the legs again.
"Guess those skinny rails are good for something. Though they'd be better used on the basketball team." Dawn scoffs. "Dang, though…you're fast. Almost inhumanly so."
"Ya think?" Dawn sits up. "Hey, Zatch…I'm curious. Do you think I'm interesting?"
"WHA?!" Zatch sputters, embarrassed, his face red. "Wh-why?"
"Well…it's just…everyone always seems to be watching me. Girls, boys, birds…you get my drift."
"Well, I guess you're just…that attractive?" Zatch says, trying to cover the blush on his face.
"Do you find me attractive, Zatch?"
"Wha? Well, sorta, I mean….I think you're real cool and…um…well…"
"Look, don't go all gay on me, Zatch. It's just a question. I wasn't even serious about it." Dawn is silent a moment. "…There's a part of every friend you like the most, y'know? That's what my mom tells me, anyways. So…what part of me do you like best? I kinda like your arms…I'll never be able to get muscles like yours."
"Well…uh…it'd have to be your…" Legs, long, smooth. Arms, long, skinny. Chest, smooth, clean. Neck, pale, soft. Lips, full, luscious. Hips, smooth, angular. Ass, tight, hot. "…eyes. They're so unique. Who else has one blue eye and one purple one?"
"My eyes? Huh…" Dawn scratches his head. "Everyone says that. They like my eyes. But y'know…this is an abnormality, a mutation."
"No kidding?" Zatch looks over, a little surprised. "Never saw that coming...thought it was natural."
"Yeah, it's natural alright, but eyes aren't supposed to be like this. It's a mutation of the DNA or whatever."
"Someone pays attention in biology."
"At least I bother to. You're failing in just about everything but P.E. and reading, and even that second one escapes me as to why you do so well at it."
"I'm not stupid, I've just got my mind on other things."
"Like what?" The mismatched eyes slide over to the blonde and he fumbles for an answer.
"…Eh, erm, well….football. I have to memorize all the plays, you know."
"That you do. Hrm, well…you can come over tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"For tutoring. You want to pass all your classes, right? I'm a straight A student. No one better to have a tutor, right?" Zatch doesn't know what to say, just fumbles for words, his face turning red. "We can't lose our star quarterback. Besides…we're friends, right? Friends help other friends."
Blue eyes widen as they stare into blue and purple. There is no lies, no jokes, just honesty. "Friends…" Dawn nods.
"We're friends. Come over whenever you feel like it…I'll be free. Just as long as it's nothing like three in the morning."
"Like I'd do that…"
"You never know." The whistle sounds. "Alright, time to dress back in. Thanks for the chat." Dawn jumps to his feet, jumping down the bleachers, several rows at a time. Zatch slowly gets up, and trudges down the bleachers.
"My mind on other things…hn…would you believe me, Fenton, if I told you my mind was on you?"
A/N: HOLEH CRAP! Everyone seems to like Dawn…course, I'd like him, too. He's not anti-social, far from it…he's smart, long legs, like I've mentioned. He's smart, handsome, athletic…wouldn't you like him?
And so we enter Zatch Baxter. He's turning out a lot better than I had hoped. Dash has hardly any real character, so I decided I needed to give some to his son. Why not? He needs it.
