If you want a disclaimer (like anyone really reads them) then check the previous chapters. The title is based on the song by Sick Puppies (I've got the song but don't own the band/song/album so don't sue.) Check it out, it's a pretty durn good song.

Question: What's Aragorn's mother's name? I can't remember if it's mentioned in the books and I don't have mine around right now so if anyone could tell me I'd love them forever.

A/N: Oh My God! I'm sooo sorry everyone. I have no; repeat: no excuse for not posting anything for so long. I've just been kind of down lately because my boyfriend of nearly two years left for the Navy on the 16th. The only thing I can say is that my "Little Purple Notebook Of Doom" i.e. The notebook I've been writing this story in. . . is lost in the abyss that is my room. I had to re-write this chapter from what I could remember. Don't worry, nothing else was lost, this was all the further I had gotten before it was lost.

Chapter 7: All The Same

There was a blinding light hitting Legolas directly in the eyes. He groaned and buried his head under his arms or, at least, he tried to. He blinked slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the offending light coming through the crack in the curtain.

What the hell? My room faces the west, I shouldn't have this problem. He lifted his head and realized exactly why he couldn't hide his head under his arms; they were wrapped around Aragorn. "Shit," he whispered, the details of last night trickling back through his alcohol-clouded mind.

He tried to move his arms but Aragorn made a noise of protest and tightened his hold on Legolas' waist. "Aragorn," he said softly, gently shaking Aragorn awake.

"Go back to sleep," Aragorn commanded sleepily. "My head hurts."

"That's because of the Jack you had last night," Legolas said, rolling over slightly so that he was lying on his back.

"Didn't have any Jack las' night," he muttered, curling into Legolas' side.

"Yes you did, so did I," Legolas said, smacking himself in the forehead. "It was in one of the shots Pippin gave us."

"Oh," Aragorn said, closing his eyes once more. "Now go back to sleep, it's only noon."

"Noon," Legolas repeated slowly before his eyes shot open. "Fuck! It's noon!"

"Yeah," Aragorn agreed sleepily. "And your point is what exactly?"

"My dad doesn't know I left last night. Remember?" Legolas was definitely awake now. "I'm so dead."

Aragorn sat up. "It's fine," he said, trying to reassure the panicking boy next to him. "It'll be fine."

"No it won't. You don't get it. Your mom let's you do stuff, your mom loves you. My father hardly talks to me and when he does it's usually to yell at me. I'm not going to be able to go out again ever." He stopped, put his face in in his hands. "This is all your fault. If you would have just stayed an asshole to me then I wouldn't have went with you last night and none of this would have happened."

Aragorn shook his head and put a hand on Legolas' bare shoulder. "Do you really want me to be an asshole to you again?" he asked. Legolas didn't answer but shook his head. "I didn't think so. Look, we'll work something out."

Legolas shook his head again. "No," he said, his voice muffled behind his hands. "I'll just go home and try to explain to him. I'll be worse off the longer I wait." He got up off the bed and picked his shirt off the floor, a faint smile on his face when he remembered exactly how it had ended up on the floor. "Where did I put my jeans?" he asked, looking over at Aragorn who was still sitting on his bed, watching Legolas move around the room.

"Check near the closet," Aragorn suggested, feeling guilty about sneaking Legolas out last night and then getting him drunk.

Legolas found his jeans, changed back into them and grabbed his hoodie by his shoes. "I still had fun last night, regardless of what happens when I got home. It was nice to feel like I belonged."

Aragorn got up off the bed and made his way over to Legolas. "Call me and let me know what happened alright. I don't want to worry about you all day and then you don't show up to school on Monday. We don't want a repeat of last week do we?"

Legolas sighed but agreed to call after he got home. "I'll see you later."

Aragorn smiled and slid his arm around Legolas' shoulders. "See you man," he said, gave Legolas a quick kiss on the cheek and sent him on his way home.

Legolas could feel himself blushing even when he turned onto Mirkwood Drive. "Maybe it wasn't because he was drunk last night. He still kissed me this morning," he said quietly to himself, wrapping his arms around his waist and smiling slightly, despite what he knew was going to happen when he got home.

He walked up to the house and pushed the button on the stone pillar. "You're in deep shit, Legolas," Claude said.

"Yeah, yeah," Legolas answered. "Just let me in so Dad can kill me."

Claude didn't say anything but the gate opened nevertheless. Legolas inhaled and walked through the gate as it opened and down the driveway to the front door.

He opened the door and walked in finding his father in the same spot he had been yesterday. Only, unlike yesterday when his father just looked tired, today he looked beyond mad.

"Where were you last night?" Thranduil asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Some of the football players invited me to a party after the game," Legolas explained, leaning against the wall by the door the same way his father was.

"So you decided to go without telling me."

"I told you I wanted to go. You said it was a waste of time," Legolas said, trying to remain calm even though he knew that it wasn't going to last long.

"Legolas," his father began, massaging his temples. "When I tell you not to do something why must you do it anyways? Do you have any idea how I felt when I opened your door this morning and you weren't in your room?"

Legolas sighed. "This was the first -"

"-And last time you'll ever do something when I tell you not to," his father finished, advancing on his son. He stopped a few inches away from him and his eyes narrowed. "You smell like alcohol and cigarettes."

Just like they were going to use on Aragorn's mother if she would have asked about the alcohol, Legolas told his father that some of the older (and by older he meant over 21) kids were drinking and smoking. His father didn't buy it.

"Just. . .go up to your room. I can't deal with this right now. I've got to go into work."

Legolas' blue eyes narrowed. "That's what your excuse is every time you need to talk to me. Isn't it?" he asked, his voice raising in volume. "Every time we talk for more than five minutes you feel the need to run off to work. Do you have any idea how that affects me?"

Thranduil, who was midway to the door stopped. He didn't speak for a few moments but when he did his words were slow and deliberate. "Ever since your mother killed herself you've changed. Especially since you started high school. You're not the same boy anymore." He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. To Leolas it looked like he was debating with himself whether or not to continue. "Since you seem to want to leave so badly - go."

Legolas stared at his father, not believing the words coming out of his father's mouth. "What?" he asked quietly.

"Go. When I come back I want you gone. You can come get the rest of you things once you've found somewhere to stay." And that was it. His father grabbed his jacket and went out the door leaving his son watching his form head for the garage.

Legolas stood watching the driveway long after his father's car had passed out of sight and down the road. He was still in a state of shock, his mind replaying the scene over again in his head. What just happened?

He snapped out of his stupor and made his way up to his room. Or, what was his room. He grabbed his school bag and another he packed with clothes. "Where am I supposed to go?" he asked his walls, receiving no answer.

After a few moments surveying his room he thought about Aragorn. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open; the battery was dead. "Shit," he hissed quietly at the red phone in his hand. "That's not going to do me a whole hell of a lot of good."

He shouldered his school bag and put his phone and charger into the other bag before zipping it up and, grabbing his other bag, headed out his room.

The house was eerily quiet as he descended the stairs. Taking one final look around the place he could no longer call home, Legolas headed out the door and down the driveway, never once looking back.

Aragorn sat on his bed, holding his head in his hands. Legolas should have been home by now and yet he hadn't called. "I hope I didn't scare him off this morning," he thought to himself aloud, remembering how he (on impulse alone) had kissed Legolas on the cheek before he left.

He groaned, mentally kicking himself. After the fact he felt rather guilty about kissing Legolas. Not only about that but last night but also his lapse of judgment. He exhaled loudly, blowing his bangs out of his face. Why had he let things go so far last night? He wouldn't be able to look Arwen in the face again; not without a large amount of guilt gnawing away at his insides. It's not like he didn't like Legolas, but he didn't like him like that. At least. . . he didn't think so. And now he felt like he was leading Legolas along - something that can be potentially dangerous to their friendship.

His musings were cut short when the doorbell rang. His head snapped up and he looked around, startled. It didn't sound as though his mother was getting the door, she must be outside. He got off the bed, took the stairs two at a time and opened the door.

Looking around, Aragorn didn't immediately see anyone. "The hell?" he whispered, barely audible. A whimper around his feet made Aragorn look down; it was Legolas. He was on his knees, breathing heavily, his arms wrapped around his chest, tears streaming down his face. "Legolas?" he asked, kneeling down to Legolas' level. "What happened Little Leaf?"

Legolas didn't answer right away, just shook his head and let his hands fall limply at his sides. Aragorn wrapped his arms around Legolas' shaking shoulders. "What's the matter?" Legolas still didn't answer. Aragorn nodded and brought Legolas to his feet, putting one arm around the slighter boys waist to support part of his weight. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, it worried Aragorn. He brought Legolas into the living room and had him sit down on the sofa before promising he'd be right back.

Aragorn jogged out to the sun room at the back of the house and opened the sliding glass door. He looked around quickly and found her on a lawn chair under the Willow tree, a book on her lap. "Mom!" he called, close to panicking. She looked up as he ran next to her and kneeled down next to her. "Mom," he said again, slightly calmer this time. "Something's wrong with Legolas, he just showed up."

She got off the chair and followed her son back into the house without questioning anything. He led her back into the living room where Legolas was sitting on the couch his head buried in his arms which were resting on his knees. "Legolas, honey," she said gently, walking slowly towards the blonde. It was then she noticed that he was shaking. "What's the matter?" she asked, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

His shaking stopped momentarily as he looked up at her, tears smearing the previous night's makeup down his pale face. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and tried to speak but shook his head instead.

Aragorn was pacing back and forth in front of the couch, his hands behind his back and a grimace on his face. Something was wrong, he knew that much for certain. He just wished he knew exactly what it was. Legolas said his father - his father. "What did he do?" Aragorn asked, stopping his pacing and turning his body so he was facing Legolas.

Legolas turned so that he was now looking at Aragorn and sighed. "Hekickedmeout," he muttered, his eyes leaving Aragorn's face.

"What?" Aragorn asked, fearing to believe his own ears. If Legolas said what he thought he said then the purely broken look gracing his beautiful face was all Aragorn's fault.

"He - kicked - me - out," he said slower, eyes now tracing the design on the Oriental rug at his feet.

"WHAT?!" Aragorn all but yelled. Legolas flinched at his outburst. "Legolas?" Aragorn said, calmer this time.

"We-we had a disagreement and he said I-I'd changed since m-my mom died and t-that he didn't want m-me around anymore," Legolas said, a pleading look in his crystalline blue eyes. Don't make me say it in front of your mom, Legolas thought, mentally sending the message to Aragorn. He seemed to get it, giving Legolas a quick nod.

"You can stay here sweetheart," Aragorn's mother said. "Any friend of Aragorn's is welcomed here. Stay as long as you need."

Legolas looked at her, eye's wide. "Do you mean it?" She nodded, hugging him. He started to thank her but found he couldn't speak so he hugged her back, letting his head fall onto her shoulder.

"Dad said once I found a place to stay I could come back and get the rest of my stuff," he said into her shoulder.

"Well, we'll just do it now then. Shall we?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders, making him look at her.

He nodded in agreement. "He left about an hour and a half ago, I don't know how long he'll be gone. Can you come with me? I don't want to be there alone if he comes back."

"Of course," she said, standing up and offering him a hand. "We'll both come. I'm sure you've got a lot of stuff. We'll take the car so we can get everything."

Legolas got up and followed her out to the car, Aragorn at his side. "This is because of last night isn't it?" Aragorn asked quietly after making sure his mother was out of earshot. Legolas didn't answer but nodded once.

Legolas sat up front giving Aragorn's mother directions to his house. "Stop at the gate and push that button on the pillar," he said, leaning forward so he could talk to Claude again.

"Go on in Legolas, I know it's you," Claude said, not even bothering to ask who it was. Legolas sighed, resting his head on the dashboard.

They stopped in front of the house and Legolas led them up to his room on the second floor. Aragorn looked around, only having seen the outside of the large estate. He opened the door and led them both inside. "I don't need everything, mostly my clothes and stuff like that," he said, making his way over to his closet and began pulling shirts and jeans into a pile on his bed.

"Well," Aragorn began after they had cleared most everything out of Legolas' closet and around the rest of the room. "Since you only need the essentials, like you said," he smiled slightly, pulling something from behind his back. "I guess you don't need this." He set an expensive looking blue Gibson Les Paul on the empty dresser top.

"Are you kidding?" Legolas squeaked. "It's my precious. I could never, I repeat: never leave it."

Aragorn gave Legolas a confused look but handed over the guitar nevertheless. "Just joking, man. I don't know a whole lot about guitars but that one looks really expensive," Aragorn said, watching as Legolas sat down and began playing the guitar solo from Crazy Train. "You're good."

"Natural talent," he said casually, looking up from his guitar to look at Aragorn, his fingers never missing a note. "My mother taught me how to play when I was really little and I've kept up playing ever since. This is actually her guitar. Dad can't play so he gave it to me when she died."

He's had it half his life then, no wonder he's so attached to it. It looks in perfect condition considering it's probably over ten years old, he thought as he waited for Legolas to finish before helping his put the guitar in it's case and grabbing his clothes. "We can make two trips so we don't kill ourselves on your stairs."

"Good idea," Legolas agreed, picking up his guitar case and a large garbage bag he had stuffed with his clothes. He led the other two down the stairs again, stopping in the living room to grab all his DVD and his laptop off the table where it was charging.

They dropped all of Legolas' belongings into the trunk and made their way back inside to grab what was left that he wanted to take. "Hey, Aragorn," Legolas said, turning to face Aragorn who was standing behind him, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder. "I'll be right back, I've got to say goodbye to Claude before I leave."

Aragorn nodded and watched as Legolas walked down a darkened hallway. He was half-tempted to follow but kept his feet planted where they were, watching Legolas' form grow smaller the further along the hall he went until he disappeared through a door at the end.

His mother joined him moments after Legolas entered the door. "Where's he going?" she asked, her grey eyes alight with curiosity.

"He said he's going to visit Claude, the guy who watches the gates," Aragorn explained, eyes scanning the various painting and photos that aligned the walls around him. There was one in particular, above a large grand piano of a beautiful woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. "That's his mother," Aragorn said faintly to his mother who had also turned around to look at the pictures. He was positive that this was, in fact, Legolas' late mother. What happened to her?

"She's beautiful. Legolas looks just like her," she mused, one hand on her face, massaging the bridge of her nose like she did when she was tired.

"Are you alright?" he asked, moving to stand next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes," she said after a minute."I just feel strange, looking at her picture, like she's trying to tell me something. Is that strange?"

"No," Legolas answered. They both turned around, looking like two guilty children caught sneaking into the cookie jar. "I get the same feeling. People say I'm just like her. . . they're wrong. I'm nothing like her, or my father."

"Of course not," Aragorn said. "You wouldn't kick your son out of the house just because he's-" Aragorn broke off, worried that he almost gave away Legolas' secret.

"Different," Legolas finished for him, picking up his bag and putting it over one shoulder. "Ready?" he asked, walking forward so he was level with the other two. "I want to get out of here before my father shows up." He looked out the large ceiling to floor window and sighed. "Too late. He's back."

"Well then, let's go," Aragorn's mother said, putting a comforting hand on Legolas shoulder and led him to the door. They walked out, all carrying what was left of Legolas' possessions. "You two, I want you to wait in the car. I just need to have a few words with Mr. Greenleaf," she said, closing the trunk of the car. Aragorn and Legolas both watched as she walked over to Legolas father and backed him up to the side of the house. She must have sensed they hadn't listened to what she told them because she turned around and pointed to the car. "Boys – car – now!"

Both Aragorn and Legolas hurried and slid into the back seat, closing the door behind them. Once she turned back around Legolas leaned forward over Aragorn and ran the window down a few inches. "I want to hear what she says," he explained, trying to hear what was going on. They could only hear snatches of the conversation going on outside. "No son of mine is going to be a fag," Legolas' father hissed before being slapped across the face by Aragorn's mother.

Legolas turned and looked at Aragorn with a look of horror in his crystal-like blue eyes. "Shit," Legolas said through clenched teeth. "Now your mom knows, this is going to be so awkward." He hit himself in the forehead, missing her response to his father's degrading comment.

"Shut up," Aragorn whispered, "I'm trying to listen too."

Legolas made a face at him before turning his attention back to the two adults. Apparently they had missed some big decision in that short amount of time because they were now shaking hands and Thranduil handing her something that she promptly put in her purse. "What did we miss?" Legolas asked, rolling the window up quickly and sitting back against the seat.

"No idea," Aragorn answered. "But we wouldn't have missed it if you hadn't opened your fat mouth." Legolas punched his arm, a scowl on his face. "Your mouth is quite useful when it's not forming words if you know what I mean." He grinned and then his face turned serious again. "Look, about what happened last night," he paused to make sure Legolas was listening before he continued. "I don't regret it," he began and smiled again, trying to get the sudden look of complete defeat off of Legolas' face. "But just – don't mention it to my mom, or at school, or especially to Arwen."

Legolas nodded. "Don't worry," he said quietly, a hint of bitterness in his tone. "I don't want to ruin your reputation."

Aragorn didn't get a chance to reply before his mother opened her car door and turned back to face them. "Everything is all set up, your father is quite – pleasant when put in the right circumstances." Legolas laughed, biting his lip as he tried to stop. "You're right, he's not," she said, smiling gently at Legolas who was looking at her like she had grown an extra head. "We've talked it out and everything is under control now." She turned back around and started the car, pulling around the large fountain in the middle of the driveway before heading to the gate.

"What's under control?" Legolas asked, allowing a small smile to adorn his face when Aragorn gently placed his hand on top of Legolas' own smaller hand.

She paused a bit before answering, "nothing you need to worry about, hon. Your dad and I had a nice chat and everything's going to be fine."

Legolas turned to face Aragorn and mouthed That's what worries me, to him. "Okay," he said, facing forward again, every once in a while, allowing his eyes to trail down to where Aragorn was now lacing their fingers together.

Once they arrived back at Aragorn's they began unloading Legolas' things into his new room which was located directly across the hall from Aragorn's.

"I'm going to start making some lunch, I'll let you unpack, Legolas," she said after setting down the last of the bags of clothes. "I'll have Aragorn show you where everythig is."

Legolas smiled and hugged her. "You're the best," he said into her shoulder. She smiled and hugged him back before heading down to the kitchen to start lunch.

"Right, well, you heard her. Help me get all this put away," Legolas said, tearing a hole in one of the garbage bags so he could start putting his clothes away. Or. . . don't help me, it's all the same. Legolas chanced a glance behind him, hoping that Aragorn had at least stayed in the room with him. "Are you going to help or not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the strange look on Aragorn's face.

"No," Aragorn said, his voice low. "I actually had other plans for you right now but," he paused, moving closer to Legolas who backed up a step. "If you really want to unpack then I guess I'll help."

Legolas, eyes wide, stared at Aragorn, scarcely believing his own ears. "W-what did you have in mind?" he asked, cursing his inability to get through the sentence without stuttering. Aragorn grinned but didn't answer. Instead he closed the distance between the two of them and rested his hands on Legolas' hips.

"Oh, I don't know," he said slowly. He gave Legolas a gently shove, allowing him to fall to the bed, Aragorn following him, supporting himself with one hand on either side of Legolas shoulders. He closed the gap between their lips, moving his hands so that most of his weight now rested on his forearms. Legolas, who tensed at first, was now relaxing and participating eagerly in the kiss, his tongue fighting with Aragorn's for dominance.

The phone rang and Legolas tensed purely out of reflex. "Relax, don't worry about it. It's probably my dad calling."

Legolas put a hand on Aragorn's chest pushing him off so he could sit up. "You don't talk about your dad." It wasn't a queston.

"He's been in Iraq since July. He won't be back until Christmas then he has to leave again for Kuwait," he explained, situating himself so that he could warp his arms around Legolas small waist.

There was a knock on the door and the two boys jumped apart, Legolas began sorting through his clothes to make them look less suspicious. Aragorn's mother apeared at the door and handed Aragorn the phone. "It's Arwen," she said, a knowing look in her eye. Shit, she knows, Legolas thought to himself as he watched Aragorn wave at him and walk towards the door mouthing See you later at him before closing the door.

Legolas, once Aragorn was out of the room, sighed. "He's messing with my mind on purpose. One minute he's telling me not to say anything about last night to anyone. The next minute he's making out with me." He growled, pulling out more clothes and folding them up so that they could be put in the dresser later. "I hate him some times."

A/N: well, there it is. I'm not sure if I'm 100 percent happy with it but it's more of a filler-type chapter. That might. . . might be the last chapter of their sophomore year, I might start summer before junior year time soon. Not sure.

I also just wanted to thank all my lovely reviewers. You guys make me happy and you also give me motivation to keep writing. I love you guys!!!!