Been awhile since this story got update, huh? Anyways, looking over the past chapters, so some of them pretty pretty dang generic and OOC xD
Guessing that this Chapter will patch up some characters. Also, just a quick note: There's mentions of alcohol and teenage actions in this Chapter.
Enjoy!
Today was a morning of late autumn that held on a bit longer before winter time. The ground didn't get any snow for the next weeks that would go by. Even the puddles and ponds of water would usually thaw out for an hour or so. The weather report of the overachieving smile woman was being played out loud on the Friday afternoon. Mostly with having to do of the late snowfall.
School had just gotten out. Now, at the large house, no parents were found inside. But more with teenagers having the house to themselves for the evening.
One laying on his bed, an averagely framed teenager hugged onto his pillows and looked up at the ceiling. For the past few weeks, he hadn't given much contact towards someone he and his friend had gone through.
"Why would he just go off and follow his brother like that?" He thought, closing his eyelids to the room's white lighting. "Ceylan, you've got to do something about this. It's not like he meant anything at all."
The bedroom door clicked open and Ceylan's eyes opened on the count. A younger-looking teenager walked in with a bowl of popcorn and an aggravated expression on the bridge of his nose. They looked at Ceylan for a moment before throwing the bowl of popcorn at the bluenette.
"Just so you know, there's this party going on right now at the twin's house. We're gonna crash it." He yelled out loud.
"Toxsa you asshat! You didn't need to throw popcorn at me!" He flipped him off and threw the bowl off his bed.
"Movie night is cancelled! Plus, that's better than cold water!" He argued, moving off the door frame's view. Once the green-haired teenager was out of sight, Ceylan ignored the popcorn on his bed because eating off the bed was safer than the floor. At least that was something that seemed pretty logical. He went to his closet and started pulling out articles of average clothing that could hide his identity. "Can't go as myself if his brother's around."
Quickly, he pulled over a thin light blue hoodie and a white denim jacket. On account, he decided to go for the par of skin tight jeans he was already in. Taking off his googles and hiding them, he looked at himself in the mirror.
Blue hair without goggles was close enough.
Getting out of his room, he went to the living room where Beni and his friend were waiting. Beni was easily ready by the fact that she had somehow found an outfit of an oversized, orange crop-top with sleeves past her fingertips. Her bubble skirt was a pastel lime and had on brown leggings underneath. She would've been considered unrecognizable once she stuffed her hair into a pillbox hat. Over her shoulder slung a worn out leather bag that would've probably been full of a different set of clothes.
"At least put some effort into this..." She kicked him back up the stairs and Toxsa had to wait for them to walk down. While eating the cookies on the table, he could hear both of them arguing, but merely shrugged that off.
Soon enough, he and Beni were downstairs again and he had on a different attire of clothes. An old jersey that went past his waist loosely. Just like the golfing pants that didn't even have a belt. To hide his stark blue hair color, a delicate bucket hat was placed on top of his head.
"We look ridiculous." Ceylan commented.
"Exactly the point!" Toxsa held up a cookie with his finger. "You two are specifically blacklisted from anywhere near Guren and Gen. So, might as well look—"
"Okay, we get the point." Beni hissed, grabbing Toxsa by the collar. "Right now, we just want to have some revenge."
"And what would your idea of revenge be, exactly?" He asked, while the teenager let him go.
"Dunno, they're always finding a way to hide themselves." Beni made an easy excuse up for herself. She grabbed the keys from the counter, tossing them into the air. Finally, catching them with ease. Saying, "So what? Let's go and find out."
The sky was pitch dark except for the moon's phase.
A waxing gibbous.
Not exactly full, but close enough to have a full view of white absorption. Below the clear, cold space was the abundance of pine trees and deciduous lands. On top of that, there was a large mountain house for the winter's skiing. Although the setting was actually quite practical.
No large gate, no lamposts, nor any waiting line of teenagers. Rather more of a kind of party where your parents would be out of town. Cars were forced into squeezing onto the road, yelling teenager outside, and no line for anyone to wait at.
As soon as the trio of friends got there, Toxsa ran off and disappeared to do who knows what. Meanwhile, both Beni and Ceylan were climbing through the windows that were left open due to the fault of high teenagers. But going through the window would least likely blow their cover.
Reaching into the house, both teenagers were relieved to see that they would blend in easily with the crowd. Everywhere, their were teenagers and young adults stomping against the beats of blaring rap or white noise. Either way, what had been surprising was that the cops weren't there yet to "quiet down" this party.
The the girl in the short, cylinder-like hat gave hand signals to Ceylan, meaning that they would have to split up for now. After that, Beni immediately ran off to continue with whatever went on her head. Or her little "world."
Either way, Ceylan just stood there for a moment, realizing she had ditched him. Now was his chance. He slowly walked within the crowd of dancing rushed teenagers and slipped himself through their waves.
Unlike Beni, the bluenette was here for a reason. That was to clear out his name. Or at least just clear things up with Guren in general. Normally, Ceylan would have been reluctant to this idea because he knows that these kinds of parties are the ones that caused him to forget about certain things.
However, he just didn't know how to find a way to do so. For now, he had to resist the fun, laughing teenagers and their bold movements. He didn't waste his time on memorizing the house, but mostly fled to wherever seemed the most open spaced.
In a matter of endless body blockages and random rooms, he caught himself breathing the cold air of the late winter sky. There were a few high and fun time teens out there too. This seemed to be part of the backyard, yet he noticed he exited from one wing of the house.
Either way, there was a cyan glowing pool in the center with the multiple teenagers holding red plastic cups or cheering one for each other.
The teenager with soft blue eyes could understand their intentions for swimming during this weather, but he quietly gave a "good luck" for those who were doing something like this in the winter temperature.
Looking around, he casually started walking and hoped not to gain too much attention. Fortunately, everyone didn't seem to have all eyes on him because they must've thought he was some kind of first timer there.
Turning his head to the lit windows, he could spot a flash of cerise hair. Wild, thick, and faded to a darkening brown umber. His eyes were widening to keep track of the exact location there. That way, he made a quick mini route in his mind and bolted right for the kitchen.
No one could really tell him to slow down at this point. Everyone there was just the same as him and wanted to be able to have a business of enjoyment.
Reaching the kitchen, the bluenette was saddened by the fact that only the gossiping teenagers were there and chattering amongst themselves. Even with this, Ceylan's eyes adverted everywhere to check if he could've still been there.
But the main show wasn't seen by then. Remembering that he wasn't allowed to attract attention here, he slowly slipped by into the outside door and look at the outside swimmers again. At the glass's frame, he was about to walk in on seeing the water fights that everyone went hooting over.
Before he could take a single step outside, his hips tightened and upper body constrain to the point of his lips being touched. Unlike anything feeling he's experienced, an immediate rush flew past by him. He could't recall where he was by now. Suddenly, realization struck when he saw no splashing waters in front of him.
His gaze opened up to his surroundings. His legs were being dragged and feet barely touching the ground. In his mind, he panicked seeing how fast he found teenagers in the narrow path.
Sure he could've been screaming, but there were smiles and high expressions by nine and three o' clocks' hands.
Plus, everything was going rather too fast for him and he had his mouth covered.
After moments of contemplating his thoughts, he finally noticed that there weren't any more teenagers. Their crowding clusters were starting to separate with fewer people. Now would've been his chance. However, that was too late when he was tossed in a little illuminated room.
On his back, he could feel a puff of his cushioned landing and a soft click of a closed door. Finally his eyelids were able to blink close again. Suddenly, a burst of apprehension fluttered out and he immediately open them wide-eyed to stare at the ceiling. Slowly, he peeled his back off the cushion landing and let his gaze starred by the door.
With the moon being an only source of light, he could make out lilac irises and a familiar of a busted male figure. He neared towards the bluenette. Not without much of a word.
"...Guren?" Ceylan softly spoke up.
Hearing those words, something inducted within the redhead and Guren immediately jumped on the bed. At first, Ceylan couldn't react because of how fast the redhead was.
Although, he didn't have to worry after all.
Mainly because both o them laid on the bed laughing out loud. Mainly since Guren just fumbled over onto him and nothing pretty much happened at tha point.
"I'm sorry about what happened back there. And what just happened right now." He repressed against the blankets of his bed.
"So your way of showing an apology is by kidnapping me to your room just for you to hug me." Ceylan snorted, teasing his friend. For one fact, he didn't expect Guren to be this happy. A few days ago, Guren seemed more into avoiding the bluenette! Heck, he expected more emotional damage in this confrontation. "Plus, how'd you even find me that quickly, dude?"
"Don't tell me you're a straight guy, Ceylan." Guren flashed his lavender eyes towards Ceylan. For quite awhile now, Ceylan hadn't seen the colour of his best friend's eyes look as that. With the moon's illuminating light in the room, those wisteria eyes were ardent in enthrallment. He could feel the chemistry of his countermine body falling to the rounded eyes.
Guren didn't have a normal look to him, but in the kind of good way. Periwinkle eye colour that contrasted to how he had tones of tanned skin from a good amount of physical activity. Ceylan didn't really care fore his taste in formal clothing, just mainly who he was underneath.
"Me? I don't think so." He trailed off his voice. "Most straight boys would be pushing hot guys ike you off."
"Good to know that you're accepting." He beamed a quick smile towards him, nearing the slope of his neck. There, he softly nuzzled into the teenager, accepting how friendly Ceylan was.
"Still, I was wearing a disguise..." Even with Ceylan saying that, the blue eyed teenager slowed down his sentence abruptly. But that was only because of how close the redhead had reached to where their lips met.
The music was practically as loud as ever. But more earsplitting with the song tastes of the everyday rich girls. Sure, they were rich, but they were the type of rich that could always get the expensive tastes of the shops and high-quality handbags.
Gen Kurai had not really felt too close to any of those girls. Nor any girl at all.
The only reason why he allowed them at his parties was to attract the majority of jock and diverse boys of their town. He had seen that most of the males were more entertaining by their actions and abilities. But in the terms of who's more care-free and outgoing. That was a strong magnet in contrast towards his lean body.
He was introduced to this type of nature by Chooki Mason. Known as the football team's captain. He attended parties hosted by Chooki and rather enjoyed them surprisingly. Especially the ones where there weren't any girls and they could do anything that wouldn't fit the definition of "gay."
Most people knew he didn't have a liking towards girls, but more for attractive guys. However, he's never been called "gay" before. This has always wondered him. But the only idea that made this true was how he dressed and walked. Perhaps his nature too.
That led him to believing hat he finally found someone who he could identified as, which would be—
"Hey Gen!" A pretty face came from out of nowhere.
Despite how girls knew he didn't want them, they always wanted to get into his pants. Chooki explained that would be from the fact that he was an emo. But that's not all. The teenager sharply gazed down across the room where everyone was appeared to dance to the trashy song that played.
Then there were the girls who thought they could be the heroine to save his "cold heart."
For a fact, he didn't have a cold heart! He was simply used to having a poker face that only smiled for his brother and good jock friend. And to some more names of their group. Nor did he like how girls wanted to find the best boyfriend in the world and "fulfill" their heroine destiny in life.
An actual hero can be everyday though. They're the heroes who actual react rather than daydream. Daydreaming is okay, but just as long as that doesn't get into your head so much.
As for this reason, the girl who was in front of him just merely wanted power. Gen knew very much about this girl already from one his friends' sources. He knew the trick.
Make the emo feel less lonely by promising love and then he'll marry her.
"Sorry, not up for anything right now. Just ate ice cream." The last sentence meant as an excuse that my breath would taste weird. That has actually worked before because that was somewhat true.
"Bet that would taste like ice cream." She giggled like a silly playground kid. At her hand, held a red plastic cup. Despite serving this at parties, Gen knew that he couldn't be able to drink alcohol anyways. "Plus, here's an energy drink to make your bad breathy go away!"
"No thanks." He looked away. At this point, he knew the teenager would get pissed at this point. That always works. He turned his head away and tuned out her annoying retorts. What he hadn't expected was for her to gain tears in her eyes and looking enraged.
Before a cup of alcohol could splash straight into his face, a hand reached out of nowhere and grabbed the plastic cup. He didn't recognize by much sight due to how his hair was done toward his right eye. Plus, the scent of drink spilled all over the girl in front of him.
The tall teenager didn't really have time to react. The girl in front of him was facing into a different direction and screaming. Immediately, he knew that this would be his chance. Before the girl could start wailing her eyes full of beverage stained tears, he ran towards the direction of his right side and followed the running person in front of him.
He may have been fast, but the person in front of him must have not wanted to attract much attention from the incident back there. They made a sharp turn up the stairs and stopped there. Gen slowly walked upstairs to the rail they were resting on.
Making out the body type of them, he could safely assume that this girl decided to get him out of that mess back there. Carefully, he leaned on the rail near her. However, Gen was fortunate enough to not catch her attention. What he didn't understand was that they smelled of smoke. And he couldn't manage to find some type of expensive perfume on her. Or any other scents.
He could hear her panting from a short distance and knew she was rather tired. He rested just like her, from the quick running lap from in the house. After a few moments, he could hear the beat of a familiar song he found decent.
Slowly, the girl's fingers were tapping on the redwood, keeping to the beat of the song.
"Finally good music to listen to." He sighed, trying to get her attention. Indeed, he found, the way, that made her finger tapping go slightly off key with the song. "Wonder who decided to request a piece from Jared Leto."
"I guess he's decent." She whispered low, still panting from the run. "All the music here is for stupid fuckers. So I decided to change that."
"Thanks for having some understanding," He closed he eyes for a second, listening to "The Race". Opening them back up again, he raised his face to the girl who was still leaning on the railing and enjoying the taste of music.
When the song was just about to end, she stretched out her arms across the stairs and accidentally knocked off her pillbox hat. Just the flash of bright pink hair enough for Gen to realize the person. At once, he stood right up in a lunged position, keeping balance of on the stairway.
"Fuck." Was the only word that came from her raspy voice. She backed away, up towards the stairs.
"How'd you get into here?" He said, glinting his carmine eyes at her inverted irises. She pushed away her bag, but then covered her puffy skirt with the slouched purse.
"We're neighbors that's how—" For a moment, she paused her lips. "Look, we didn't do anything to your house. I just have to find Ceylan and we promise to leave."
The teenager was hesitant by her words at first, but realized that she couldn't be "one of those girls." That was something he was confused by when he first met her after school.
Beni didn't think he was "hot" or "cute." Not even attractive. She likes to cuss. And she had similar tastes in music towards him. But the last part didn't really count. But he was glad that she saved him from being covered in alcohol had been a plus. However, anyone could've done that. But the fact she didn't want anything in return was odd.
He calmly took a step up the stairs. His auburn bangs brushing by the swift of his hand. He replied, "Fine. But you have to pretend that you're some crazy high girl who thinks I'm leaving a trail of candy."
"That's a fucktard idea." She said back, crossing her arms. "Plus, I think I saw Ceylan going upstairs because I remember the outfit I made him wear."
"Yeah, that's some pretty good taste you have there." He breathed out.
"It's suppose to be a disguise." She stuck a middle finger up at him. "Plus, I need to change out of this first."
"Nope. The deal's already been sealed." Gen said, starting to make way past her up the stairs. She followed behind him as the amount of people were starting to lessen at the stairs. Gen didn't look back at her, but knew she was forced to follow him.
"Not much teenagers up here, huh?" She commented behind him.
"Yeah, because they know this place is usually off-limits." He said slowly turning to face her. What he didn't expect was for her to be rid of the lime green bubble skirt and replaced by loose boxers. She was midway in putting a tank top and he could see a trail of her clothing behind them.
"I'm guessing you don't want anyone stealing your undies then," Beni muffled a light laugh and got the entire top over her midriff. She followed Gen's gaze towards herself and shrugged. "Hey, you said we couldn't stop by a changing room."
"I can see how you live with that idiot now." The auburn haired teenager sighed with a tone of irritation. "Plus, shouldn't you be picking up your clothes. There are assholes here who throw them away randomly."
"Guessing that someone threw away your favorite band shirt," She assumed as they continued walking the hallway together. The girl with blushed hair took out a motocross jacket and easily fitted into the tight article of clothing.
"We're suppose to be finding your idiot." Gen reminded her, but she was in the midst of tying her shoelaces. Rather than bending over on the ground, she put her foot on the wall.
"That's something nice of the neighbors to say," She commented, redoing the laces. In the middle of looping together both strings, she turned her azure eyes at him. "Anything we should know about tomorrow? Because our parents are forcing us to bring a gift basket for you guys."
"Stay at your house tomorrow." He immediately said in a firm tone. His lanky body leaned towards the girl, who was working on her next undone shoe. Surprised by his reaction, she was trying to regain balance herself on the doorknob and accidentally clicked open the door... and fell.
With the light from the hallway, they could easily see—
"Guren Nash! What the in the name of fuck are you doing?" Gen abruptly yelled to see that his half-brother was underneath Ceylan's bent legs and... having a hot make-out session. Both boys seemed to ignore the new lighting in the room, but when Beni got up, her droopy eyes widened at the sight.
For a sudden moment, they were both shocked and didn't make any sudden movements. However, what they didn't expect was for someone else to come up from behind them.
"I think Guren's doing someone from our P.E. Class," Behind them, and broader-looking blonde smirked. His eyebrows adjusting to the mood of his bright green eyes. Immediately, Gen threw a quick smack on the dirty blonde jock.
"Shut the fuck up Chooki." Gen growled. "Where did you even come from?"
"Ah gross!" A younger-looking teenager ran away from behind Chooki and covered his eyes. The dirty blonde jock pointed his thumb towards the reed haired teenager.
"Saw him picking up a chick's clothes and knew you didn't want anyone in your room. When I saw you with her, I thought you guys were going to—" This time, the taller teenager kneed into the jock, who whimpered slightly at the sudden jab.
"Not one more word." Sharp eyes narrowed back into green ones. By the time this was finished, Beni had gotten up and gave them a look. Walking over to the two kissing boys, she jumped on the bed and grabbed Ceylan by the rim of his golfing pants. From there on, she dragged him away from Guren and the bluenette was yelling at her by now.
Well, actually cursing, but he wasn't too happy to see her. Beni slowly gave the older teenagers quick glances of her tinted eyes. Passing both of them, she was running by now with an angered Ceylan along the way.
With them out of sight, Gen had a look of dissatisfaction and internal "why" face. Meanwhile. Chooki gave Guren an excited thumbs up for what they saw. Soon enough, Guren realized what had happened and began to speak up for what had just happened.
Yeah, there's mentions of smoking and alcohol in this story. But hey, this is suppose to focus of teenagers and wolves. Plus, kinda used to this because these are actually the type of people my friends are. (Don't judge the actions of my friends, they're actually really chill and friendly).
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