Hey guys! So, I told you guys I would tell you when I update early sooooooooo, here I am! This chapter is long, its a nice way to start part 2 in my opinion. We also get more insight on Stark, which is a very complex character. WE also get to see his relationship with Derek more and why he is the way he is. Let answer some reviews...
Kuronique Misaki: ohhh yes! in the next chapter, we will see more into Will and, his new telekinetic power!
dbzlover2000: I wouldn't say Will's telekinesis is stronger, but I would say it's different for sure.
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The locker room was filled with sweaty, muscular teenage boys. All of them ranging in age and height. A similar style could be seen among them. Short-cut hair, not long enough to touch the middle of their foreheads. The ones who were dressed had their socks outstretched all the way, a style which they thought was cool; everyone else either did the same or didn't at all.
Stark and Derek were easily the tallest of the 18 boys. Stark, who wore his towel loosely around his hips, stood at his locker. He was trimming his over glorified peach fuzz into a goatee. The facial matching his light brown, almost dirty blond, hair.
"I'm thinkin'…" Stark started. "What?" Derek asked. "That Will guy, I don't think he should sit with us anymore." Stark told him. "What do you mean?" Derek replied. "Apparently, he told Sarah he was a fag." Stark said. Derek slammed his locker closed. "Do you realize how ignorant you sound?" Derek said. "We can't be seen hangin' around a fudge-packer!" Stark said facing Derek. "Who cares!? I am getting really sick of all this superficial shit! All the shit we've done over the years, all the bad shit, and we don't even get treated that way!" Derek said. "All the shit we did? Listen, it was You who stole the iPod, NOT me!" Stark said pointing at himself.
Stark took off is towel and hung it on the open door of the locker. Derek began to walk away, he was in his sweats and a loose t shirt. Stark put on his briefs and sweats quickly ran after Derek.
"Why are you defending him?" Stark said grabbing Derek's shoulder. "Мудак!" Derek yelled, in Russian, to Stark. "Okay, I see, you're a fag too?!" Stark yelled. Derek turned around, clearly annoyed. "How can you judge him like that!? Do you remember wha-" Derek Started to say. "Don't you even start on that, you know I didn't mean that!" Stark yelled.
Derek stood there for a second, then turned and walked away. Stark stood there, heavily breathing, and then he also walks away.
. . .
It was a hot summer day in the small town of Chamberlain, Maine. The year was 2003. Two eleven year old boys walk down the shady sidewalks of New Carlin Street.
"What are you doing to-night?" Derek said to the boy next to him. "I don't know, probably watchin' TV, you?" Jordan said. "Do you want to spend the night, Jordan?" Derek said. "Call me Stark, I hate my first name! But, sure I'll ask." Stark said.
The two parted ways at Lewious Road. Derek walked home, humming Yankee Doodle. He reached his home, a large light blue house with a nice garden in the front. Derek walked up the cobblestone path and to the red front door. His mother was in the kitchen, cutting vegetables.
"Hey, sweetie! Are you hungry? I made a sandwich for you!" Derek's mother asked. "No, but thanks." Derek said, walking away.
The phone rang when he reached the stairs. Derek stealth fully walked back toward the kitchen. He could barely hear what his mother was saying.
"Derek! Come here please!" Derek's mother called for him. "Jordan will be here after dinner, please go clean your room." She said, hanging up the phone. Derek ran up the stairs, happy that he gets to be with his best friend.
Dinner went by quickly, Derek ate his steak and salad with a quickness. He was anxious, to say the least. The doorbell rang, when Derek's mother opened it, Stark walked in.
"Have you eaten yet, Jordan?" Derek's mother asked him. "Yes ma'am, I had chicken nuggets." Stark said, walking up the stairs. "If you need anything, just let me know ok?" She said as he walked up the stairs. Stark opened the door, Derek was playing with a power rangers action figure when Stark tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do you want to do?" Derek asked him. "I don't know, play a game maybe." Stark replied.
The two boys played to their hearts content. Playing board games to hide and seek. At 8:30, Derek's mother told them to go to sleep. Derek slept on his bed and Stark on a palette on the floor.
. . . Derek didn't know what time it was. But he could tell that there was a weight on top of him. When he opened his eyes, he could see the outline of a person on top of him. There was something inside of his mouth, it was moving and warm. When he blinked once more, he could Stark's face against his, mouth to mouth.
"What are you doing?" Derek yelled as he pushed Stark off of him. "I don't know I-, it just- felt right, I love you." Stark said, sitting on the floor. "Don't do that! Boys don't do that! It's weird!" Derek yelled at the now sobbing boy. "I'm going back to sleep, I'm just gonna forget it. Stark was still quietly sobbing as Derek fell asleep.
. . .
Derek sat on the bus, trying not to remember the memory. It was still so vivid in his mind. He knew what kind of person Stark was. He was, after all, Stark's best friend. He knew Stark still loved him. He knew that he attributed to Stark saying those hateful things about someone as nice as Will. Derek knew, he knew, that something bad is going to happen.
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