Gegen Gott.
--Pockymonx3
Chapter Seven—Phone Call
A.N: Hello wee beasties (I read a book that said that in there multiple times, I loved it)! So then, here's chapter 7. Thank you so much for the reviews, they make me smile. I don't really have much to say this time, except I'm back to hating myself for having to write this chapter. But I find it kinda sweet… Anyways, here it is.
And if you've noticed, I've taken to calling you all strange little names. It's just how I am. It means I luff you all X3.
Oh and asterisks (*) mean a time skip has taken place.
((Edward's POV))
Saturday night. The sun had just begun to fall when the shock of what had occurred had finally started to wear off. My lips still tingled from the kiss and I kept brushing my fingers against them trying to get it to go away. My mind kept replaying the scene in slow motion, right up to the moment when our lips had met. I felt my knees go shaky just thinking about it again. About how he held me and how his mouth had massaged mine, so soft and warm. It had been simply amazing and the best moment in my entire life. Not to mention my… my first kiss.
I had dated times before and sure, we'd kissed, but it was nothing like that. Those kisses were just quick little pecks whenever we could get them in. Kissing Envy had been real, had been good enough to be classified as my first kiss. It was a strange thought and oddly enough, I didn't mind. It made a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing that my first kiss was from another male but it didn't really matter to me. It made me happy…
I was laying on my bed, wondering about it, when I heard something that made my good mood vanish instantly and reality came crashing back down. It was Saturday night, and dad had come back a few hours ago. We'd been decent and polite to each other when he'd first come back, but now… I heard the sound of a can being open. I let out a small whimper, rolling to my side and curling up in a ball. 'Please just let him pass out. Please…' I thought to myself, closing my eyes up tight.
Of course, I could never be that lucky.
"'Eyy Eddo! C'mout here!" the slurred words were muffled by my door but I heard them all the same and it made me want to run away, bad shivers twisting up my spine. Ignoring it wouldn't make it go away, sadly, it would most likely make it worse. So I steeled myself and rose, leaving the sanctuary of my room for the battleground outside.
He was on the couch; his second beer can in hand. No stupid grin was on his face now; he was staring at me intently through slitted eyes. I stood by the entryway to the living room, arms crossed over my chest in a way of protection. I stayed silent until he decided to talk, wincing at the icy tone of his words.
"So then, kiddo, how was having your friend over yesterday?"
He was over more than just yesterday, but I didn't say that. That would only have made things so, so much worse than they already were turning out to be.
"It was alright. We watched a movie and then his mom took him home." Pretty true, I just left out the part where we slept until today and kissed.
"That's good. I feel bad that I wasn't able to be here, I would have liked to meet him."
'I'm sure you would have loved to meet him,' I thought scathingly, doing my best not to return his cold glare.
"It's all right dad. You can always meet him some other time…" And then I realized I'd stepped on a landmine. Figuratively, of course. Literally would just have been too painless of a death.
"Oh? So you want to see him again? Why ever would that be, Edward?"
"B-because he's nice and h-he wants to be my f-friend," I answered with as strong a voice as I could muster right then, so of course it was trembling and stuttering.
He was about to speak but then the shrill ring of the phone cut through whatever comment was on the tip of his tongue. He stared me down for a moment before picking it up, answering it with a gruff "hello?"
He grinned dangerously and I felt my stomach fall to my knees, taking a small step back. But I froze again when he spoke again.
"Sure thing, Envy, Ed's right here. One moment."
A pause as he cocked his arm back, eyes focusing in on me as he took aim. I barely had time to register what was going on before he yelled, not caring what the boy on the other line thought of it.
"It's for you, freak!" and he hurled the phone at me.
The phone hit home, dead center in my face. My eyes watered from pain and I just barely caught it before it fell to the floor. With a broken sob and a watery glare at my dad, I took off running for my room with the phone clutched to my chest. I slammed the door and slid down against it before holding the phone up to my ear, taking in deep, shaky breaths before finally speaking. And when I did, my voice sounded strangled and kept cracking.
"H-Hello. Envy? Um… you called at a really bad time…"
"Yeah, I can tell. What's going on over there, Edward?" his voice was completely concerned and I had to bite my lip to keep a new round of tears from coming.
"I-it's my dad. H-he's in a bad mood and… oh God, Envy. Oh God…" I started to babble incoherently, crying hard and breaking down my weak resolve.
"There, there. It's gonna be all right. Is there anything I can do?" when he asked that all I could remember was earlier today, his lips on mine. He could get my lost in his kiss… he could make the pain go away. Over the odd thoughts circling around in my mind, I heard my voice speaking, surprisingly clear but still weak.
"Please… Please come and take me away."
There was an immeasurable pause on the other end and for a moment I thought he hand hung up on me. I was just about to give up and just do my best to hide for the rest of the night when he spoke.
((Envy's POV))
Man, today had been an excellent day. I was still dazed and in my happy place when we pulled into the driveway at home, a stupid smile on my stupid face. I got out of the car and entered my house, almost immediately being tackled by Greed and Wrath. They started talking at the same time, each voice holding curiosity and overlapping so easily that I found myself getting slightly dizzy from it. I held up my hands for a moment of peace, gathering myself before gesturing to Greed to allow him to speak. Wrath pouted, obviously wanting to have his questions answered first.
"Dad's working. Speak. Now. You are not to leave anything out. If you do, Wrath will be certain to chop off that mess you call hair in your sleep."
I chuckled and shook my head but started my story, knowing full well that what Greed had said was not an idle threat. Wrath would do it and do it with joy.
"Okay, we were watching a movie and accidentally fell asleep. When we woke up, it was today. I called mom, we kissed, mom interrupted—" there was a quick shout of 'I'm sorry' from somewhere in the kitchen "—Just like that. And then I came home, where I am proceeding to tell you this story. Now the press may ask questions, starting with you there, the short one with the anger problem."
After muttering something profane and sticking his tongue out at me, Wrath asked, "How was the kiss?" Which, of course, brought a blush to my cheeks.
"It was nice… okay, more than nice, it was absolutely amazing. He tasted like cherries and his lips were so soft and—" Greed made a gagging sound to stop me, grinning.
"And now for you, the one who sucks at video games. Your question?"
"Wrath already had his turn, it's mine!" Greed said, laughing at my poor attempt at picking on him. "And I think my question is much more important than his, anyways. Soooo~" he did that evil smile that made me regret picking him, "how much do you like him?"
No 'do you like him?' or 'does he like you?'. Sigh, he knew me all too well. I did like Edward. Liked him enough that thoughts of him had consumed me for days and I caught myself wondering about what he was doing more than once. It wasn't just the kiss, it had begun much, much earlier than that. When we'd first met by the cathedral, I'd felt a pull towards him, with his beautiful eyes and silken hair. He was like a magnet to me, I could try as hard as I wanted to pull away, but I wasn't able to stay away from him from long. I bit my lip, wondering a bit on Greed's question before answering.
"I don't know. A lot, more than just friends. But I don't love him." Yet…
"Are you going to ask him on a real date?"
They'd both asked at the same time and I blinked a few times in shock. Holy… they were on the same wavelength for once. Something was most definitely up with that.
"I-I don't know… I'd like to…"
"Well, stupid, go ahead and do it! Right now! He's probably still fantasizing about your sweet lips right now!" Greed said, causing my blush to darken considerably. If he kept this up, I might be forced to throttle him.
"I will… later."
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It was later. The sun was just starting to set on my amazing day when I finally got up the courage to call Edward. So here I was, sitting on my bed with the home phone in hand, staring at it blankly. I had dialed and re-dialed his number numerous times, each time something kept me from actually calling him. My stomach got twisted into nervous knots as I stared down at the small device in my shaking hands. How could a single communication thing seem so evil right now? I took in a deep breath, pressing the buttons my fingers had memorized by now. And then I hit the call button.
Ring.
Maybe he wasn't home… I mean, his dad could have taken him somewhere, right? He had said that his dad was coming home in the afternoon, and it was well past then now…
Ring.
I almost hung up, not wanting to leave a message and not knowing when the answering machine would pick up. Did they even have an answering machine? Or would the endless ringing drive me mad?
Right as the third ring was about to begin, there was a click and someone answered. I could practically smell the alcohol through the phone as whoever it was slurred out something that vaguely sounded like a greeting. Whoever it was he was most certainly not my Edward. Wait… my Edward? When did I start thinking that?
"Um yes… Hello, Mr. Elric? This is Envy Jones, Edward's friend that was over yesterday? I was just wondering if Edward was there…"
"Sure thing, Envy, Ed's right here. One moment."
There was a moment's pause and then I heard something like wind on the other line, followed by a heavy thud that didn't sound good at all. In the background I heard a drunken shout, something that ended in what sounded like 'freak'. I didn't heard anything for a moment except for the telltale rhythm of footsteps and then the slamming of a door.
"H-Hello. Envy? Um… you called at a really bad time…" his voice sounded so small and broken that I could almost feel my heart shattering in sympathy for him. Whatever was going on down there, it wasn't good. At all.
"Yeah, I can tell. What's going on over there, Edward?"
"I-it's my dad. H-he's in a bad mood and… oh God, Envy. Oh God…" I heard heavy crying and felt my chest tighten a little bit. He started to babble, trying to tell me something even though it sounded like he was choking.
"There, there. It's gonna be all right. Is there anything I can do?"
"Please… Please come and take me away."
I let out a little gasp, clutching at the front of my shirt when he spoke it. That just ended any questioning I had about my feelings for him. I liked him, and hearing him sound so desperate made a fierce need to protect him rise up in me. When I answered, I was walking out of my room and found Lust on the couch watching TV. I stood in her line of vision, meeting her eyes with determination. I made my words as steady and reassuring as I could.
"I'm on my way."
Nyah EX (it's like X3, but backwards. I've decided that I need to change things up a bit). It's sad, but sadly not the saddest thing in this story. Sad that I was able to say sad three times in that sentence, ne? And about the book with the wee beasties in it, it's called Leviathan by Scott Westerfield. You know that dude that wrote the Uglies and the Midnighters? Yeah, him. It was amazing beyond all belief. I sound like a cheesy advertiser, haha.
Please review as always, little dumplings! Mm… dumplings…
