(slashiness abrewing)

Sins For Thought

Chapter 7: Shit Happens

Anthony did not even bother asking his parents to take off with the car that morning. They'd already left for work for the day and if he'd called them he knew he'd get a lecture about asking before time. That was not how he wanted to spend his morning. How'd that phrase go? It's better to ask forgiveness rather than permission? Or something like that. Anyways, he wasn't planning on coming home tonight. He just wanted some time as far away from his house as possible right now. Maybe he'd just come home real late instead…..the thought of his mother calling the police, and he knew her that well, did not set high on his 'things that make me happy' list.

Jack and Evan were supposed to be bringing food from across the street since the two of them were allowed off campus to eat. He had his heart set on those bread sticks and pizza sauce. Finally he saw Evan walking over with his hands full of bags and drinks. Jack was no where in sight, which was of no surprise considering every time he did take off campus for food he hit on another girl.

"Jack chasing skirts again?" Anthony sat up.

"Its that girl we met when we went cruising," Evan handed Anthony his bag.

"Oh God," Anthony opened his food and started eating.

"We were wondering if later on you could take us to her house maybe we could go to the lake after that," Evan bit into his Subway sandwich.

"……" he thought about it for a second "no."

"Why?"

"I was going to hang out with Spot today," he didn't relish the thought of spending time in the company of Jack making out with some girl.

"He can come too," Evan took a drink from his Pepsi.

"I doubt Jack would be happy with that," Anthony could hear the arguing already.

"We'll take my truck to her house, that way it doesn't run up miles on your moms car."

"You got a car?" this was news.

"Yup, Dad finally gave in and bought me a used Chevy," Evan was smiling like a four year old.

"Next time we go cruising, we are so taking your car."

"Hell yeah!"

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After much arguing, mostly Jack, they went down to Evan's house and Anthony walked over to Itey's house to get Spot. Like always, they were outside the front of Itey's house. Anthony couldn't help but notice that Spot was wearing a bright red shirt that seemed one size too big for him. He came to the conclusion that if Spot was hanging out with him he wouldn't really wear red, but if he was with Itey and his friends he would. Dragging Spot away from beer and possibly weed made him smile.

Anthony walked over and kicked Spot's foot, "Hey, Mary Sunshine, come with me."

Spot sat up straight, "Why, where we going?"

"Out somewhere fun," he smiled when he saw Itey scowl.

"Hey man, it's always fun here!"

"Yeah, how dare you insult the host," said Bumlets playfully hitting Anthony on the arm.

It took a lot not to grab his arm, "I don't see Itey's mother around here."

"Mijo, you and your friends need to clean up the backyard, they left it a mess Sunday!" yelled Itey's mother from the house.

"Gotta go!" Spot jumped up, but before he even made it out the chair he got shoved back into it.

The front yard was eerily quiet.

"I thought I told you not to come 'round here any more," Rollercoaster stood in front of Spot.

"Dónde?" Spot smirked up at Rollercoaster not a dime of fear or panic showing on his face.

"Don't ge' smart with me, pinche puto, I'll kick your ass from here to kingdom come."

Rollercoaster turned his neck slightly to the side and the sound of his neck popping made Anthony cringe and Itey flinch. Anthony really wasn't sure Spot could take this guy, but Spot wasn't showing any signs of backing out of this situation easy. Bumlets was making small steps towards the front door and Raffle-Ticket looked like he was itching to jump in and pound in on Rollercoaster just for the hell of it. It didn't really seem like anyone like Rollercoaster much.

"Good thing I'm not religious or I'd really be scared," Spot wouldn't pull that 'cat got the cream' look off his face, it made Anthony's stomach turn at the sudden notion that Spot may have had a thing for this guy at one point.

Rollercoaster glared down at Spot, "Tu madre es puta y pendeja."

The smile on Spot's face disappeared so quick one might have thought it was never there to begin with. And without missing a beat, Spot shot up from the chair and laid in one real good punch across Rollercoaster's face. Spot stood firmly above Rollercoaster who was holding his hand against his jaw then spat out some blood. Neither of them looked too happy.

"Pinche pendejo," Spot backed away from Rollercoaster.

"For someone who hates his mother, you sure defend her a lot," Rollercoaster spat again and wiped his mouth off as he got up off the floor.

"Well if anyone's going to talk crap about her, it's me," Spot cracked his knuckles.

"Chinga tu madre….puto," Rollercoaster nodded his head once threw his hands out in that 'what' manner when you're too far to actually ask the question, though in this case it was more baiting.

"Que chingados quieres!" the tone in Spot's voice was anger/offense/ and possibly hurt?

Anthony really wanted to run off inside the house or just back to Evan's. Everyone in the yard was quiet and Bumlets had fully retreated to the front porch next to Itey. Raffle-Ticket was smiling and was fingering the baseball bat next to him, though, if Rollercoaster asked he'd say it was just incase Spot got the upper hand on him. No one really wanted to offend someone who'd probably kick their ass if you even corrected them.

A truck pulled up and honked, Anthony visibly relaxed and ran off as quickly to the truck as possible and hopped inside next to Evan. He motioned Spot over, but the other boy seemed too angry to leave his standoff with Rollercoaster. Jack honked the horn again and Spot rolled his eyes and flipped off Rollercoaster as he dogged him and practically dived into the bed of the truck. They drove till they ended up at the bowling alley across town.

"So why we here?" Spot sat down on the old wooden table out front.

"Mostly likely avoiding Rollercoaster?" supplied Evan.

"Didn't him and you use to be tight?" asked Jack sitting on top of the table and leaning against the wall it was next to.

Anthony remained quiet and just stared at Spot with a look of uncertainty.

"Use to being the key word," Spot reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

Anthony smacked it out of his hand, "You can't smoke here."

Jack and Evan looked at each other and got up, "We're going to bowl a few rounds, call us when you're done."

Spot looked confused and watched as Jack and Evan went inside, "What's your problem?"

"You're my problem."

"What the Hell'd I do?" Spot put his cigarettes back in his pocket.

"If I have to tell you it's pointless!" though Anthony knew Spot wouldn't know what the heck he was talking about.

"Is it because I got into a fight with Rollercoaster? That couldn't be helped man," Spot took off the red shirt and adjusted the black tank top he'd been wearing underneath the other shirt.

"You wanna let me in on you and Rollercoaster?" he sat down on top of the table.

Spot stared up at him, "What in the world are you talking about?"

Anthony sighed, "So…..how long have you liked him? Or rather why?"

"That's what this is about?...wait, how'd the Hell you even find that out?" Spot couldn't help the smile that came out.

"Not that it's obvious or anything, but …I don't know I just figured," Anthony ran his hand through his hair messing it up slightly.

"Me and Rollercoaster use to be really good friends, I mean like, we use to steal crap together all the time. He was pretty much my idol, but uh one day I was a little too high and drunk for my own good and……things, slipped out….." Spot shrugged.

"Do you still like him….like that?" Anthony held back the urge to shiver.

Spot shrugged, "Can't really say I hate him, I like him a lot less, but I still think he's hot as hell."

"Uh-huh," Anthony nodded and headed inside.

Spot sat outside confused and slightly annoyed. Who the Hell did Anthony think he was getting mad at him for something stupid like an old crush? The urge to smoke weighed heavy on him and to keep from lighting up he pulled out his lighter and flicked it on against his pants. As fun and distracting as lighting his pants on fire was he didn't like Anthony being mad at him. Spot growled low in his throat and pocketed his lighter and went inside.

Anthony was down on the floor about to throw his bowling ball, right before he was about to swing his arm forward to roll the ball Jack and Evan yelled his name. Anthony literally jolted and the ball went flying out of his hand and near the seats. Jack was laughing and Evan had to move quick before the ball almost hit him.Anthony's entire face was red.

"You fucks!" half the people there were looking at him.

Spot sat down next to Evan, "How long are we gonna be here for?"

"Not long, just till Sarah's parents leave," Evan picked up the ball and handed it to Anthony.

"Sarah who?"

"Jack's girl, we're only going to be here till it gets dark," Evan smiled as Anthony looked back at them and glared before he tossed his ball.

"That broad from the County Bank parking lot who was waving to every guy who'd look her way?"

Jack leaned over and smacked Spot across the chest, "Don't call her that."

"Oh, my bad, I must have been thinking of some other broad," Spot smiled when he noticed Anthony tried not to laugh.

"Whatever," Jack got up for his turn.

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The evening wore on like that till around tenish and Anthony had had enough of Jack and Spot tossing insults back and forth, though it seemed to keep Evan entertained to no end. Anthony volunteered to drive the truck Spot had to lay down in the back of the truck because there was no room for everyone to sit in the cab comfortably. By the time they finally hit the road to go to Sarah's house most of the roads were empty. Spot found this to be the most opportune time to try out his vocals and was singing off key in as high a pitch as he could hit. He was standing up in the back of the car swinging his arms about and making comments about Anthony having a stick up his ass.

Spot then proceeded to sing some song in half Spanish and English, which sounded absolutely awful coming from someone who could hardly sing in English to begin with. Anthony was more then annoyed and Jack kept telling him to make Spot shut up. Finally right after he turned the corner and onto the straight road to Sarah's house Anthony hit the breaks as hard as he could. Spot let out a loud 'holy shit' and slid down the front shield of the truck. His eyes were wide and he was staring into the cab at Jack and Evan who both looked as equally shocked as Spot was. Though that didn't last long, as both boys started laughing, Anthony on the other hand was glaring at Spot.

Spot managed to climb back into the bed of the truck and dusted off his shirt and sat down leaning against the cab, "You're a fucking bitch!"

Anthony glanced in his rearview mirror and saw Spot pouting and couldn't help but let a laugh escape his lips when he looked at the windshield, "Dear God, we have a Spot print on your car."

After they got to the girls house Jack and Evan were inside with Sarah and her friend. Spot was sitting on the old swing set on top of the slide. Anthony hadn't really spoken to him since the bowling alley and could tell Spot really just wanted to take off at this point. Sighing to himself, Anthony walked over to Spot and stood next to the slide. Spot didn't turn his head, but his eyes drifted over to where Anthony was standing.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry," Anthony ran his hand through his hair.

"What the Hell did you get so mad about it for anyways?" Spot slid to the bottom of the slide and Anthony moved and sat down in front of Spot on the ground.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you could possibly like someone more then me and I'd never really know it?" he pulled out some grass and tossed it aside.

"By the way, I'm never getting inside the back of a truck when you're driving again," Spot smiled at him.

"I promise I'll never do that again," Anthony crossed his heart.

"Yeah?" Spot inched his face closer to Anthony's.

"Yeah," Anthony swore everything got quiet as he started closing his eyes.

"Hey you guys! We're going!" Jack stood in the doorway and smiled. "Opps, sorry did I interrupt something?"

Spot flipped him off and Anthony was glaring at Jack, but never the less the two of them got up and went inside.

"So what's going on?" Anthony pulled a can of soda out of the fridge.

"We're going to the lake," said Sarah who was sitting on the counter across from the fridge.

"We're just waiting for Evan to get out of the bathroom," said Jack standing next to Sarah.

They all just stood there quietly for a second.

"I'm waiting outside," Spot grabbed Anthony and dragged him outside.

Once everyone was outside Jack decided that the girls would sit inside with him since he was driving. Evan wasn't happy, but didn't say anything. Anthony made jokes about him hating the cold, which was true and Evan made that more then apparent every time a strong wind picked up and he'd complain. Spot finally got tired of it and gave Evan his red shirt he'd taken off earlier. It took them about half an hour but they got to the lake. After much coaxing Jack had convinced everyone it was a great idea to skinny dip.

"I swear I don't have balls anymore," said Spot getting out of the water and pulling his clothes back on.

"Oh God, I saw everything," said the other girl.

"Which wasn't much," said Sarah causing Jack to laugh.

"The waters cold!" yelled Spot.

"Uh-huh," said Anthony getting out of the water.

"Nu-uh, you're not getting your clothes back now," said Spot running up the sandy shore and picking up Anthony's clothes as he passed them.

"You bitch!"Anthony resigned himself to crouching down in the water.

XXX

It was late, it was so late, and finally Jack had wrestled Anthony's clothes back from Spot. Evan managed to squeeze his way into the cab of the car and Anthony and Spot had fallen asleep against each other for the rest of the ride. They eventually woke up when someone kept poking them and saying 'get up, get up, get up' over and over again.

"What!" yelled Spot slapping someone's hand away from him.

"We're home," said Jack.

"Huh?" Anthony sat up and looked around.

"Yeah, time to go home," said Jack.

"Where's Evan?"

"Inside already," Jack waved at them. "See you at school."

"Ugh, God I'm too tired to drive," Anthony laid back down.

"Come one, the quicker we drive your car to my house the quicker we can drink," said Spot trying to pick up Anthony.

"Fine," Anthony got out the back of the truck and the two of them went over to his car and rode the small distance to Spot's house.

The house was dark and the driveway was once again empty. Whatever Spot's mom did, she was always up or coming home at odd hours. Spot unlocked the door and tossed his keys down on the tiny table and made way to his room. Anthony followed suite and Spot set out some towels on the floor next to his bed. Spot walked into his closet and came back out with a case of beer and two large bottles of something Anthony had never seen before.

"It's time to end the night on a nice buzz," said Spot sitting down next to Anthony on the towels and opened two bottles.

"….."Anthony stared at the bottle in his hand and shrugged.

It didn't take long, but they'd gone threw the whole case and one of the large bottles. Spot didn't seem really affected by the liquor, but it didn't seem to do him any good either. For a while the two of them were really quite, but then Spot had started talking and some of the things Spot had done had scared Anthony. Knowing that Spot wasn't like he use to be did add some comfort, but it made Anthony wonder how his mom hadn't noticed or at least said something about his behavior. It seemed once Spot got to talking, he just wouldn't hold much in.

"And why's that?" Anthony felt like the world was a warm haze.

"Well, uh, how do I explain it? I mean, my dad was real cool to me and I thought, you know, that I was the luckiest person, kid, to have, you know, such a cool father…….But when he left, I was mad……I , I , I uh…..My mom, my mother she was, she was the only reason I could see that my dad left us."

"Wait…what? I thought your dad died?" Anthony looked up at Spot from his spot on the floor next to the other boy.

"Nah, I say that to make people feel sorry for me."

"Then, shouldn't you be hating your dad instead of your, your mom?"

"No, my mom...didn't love him enough. Or maybe it was the other way around, but either way it's still her fault. I hate her, it's her fault he's gone…….." Spot looked down at the bottle in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut real tight for a second. "The least he could have done was take me with him."

Anthony reached up and touched Spot's face, "I have to say, you're still lucky. I mean, your mom stayed right?"

"My mothers a whore," Spot took a long drink from the bottle.

"I know you hate her and all bu-"

"No, really, like as in I'll-do-you-for-money sense and she's a stripper," Spot cringed at the bottle.

"What?" Anthony sat up.

"How else is someone who dropped out of high school at the age of sixteen supposed to get work? You know, she had a kid before me? He died though, birth complications or something like that I don't know," Spot finished off the bottle.

"……Spot?"

"Heh," Spot quirked a smile. "I'm the son of a whore."

"You're an ass, Spot. She's out there doing anything she can to put food in your mouth and all you do is talk shit about her," Anthony grabbed the bottle away from Spot and set it aside.

"Whatever," Spot reached for the other bottle, but Anthony grabbed it before Spot.

"No, not whatever, she's not forcing immense pressure on you to do so much better then her. She's not telling you, you can always do better then you are right now. You have it better then I do in the aspect that your mom isn't trying to live her life through you!"

Spot looked take aback for a second then smiled, "You really do have it worse then me."

"Shut up, I'm not joking," Anthony opened the other bottle and took a drink from it and coughed a little.

"Ok, no more of that for you," Spot took the bottle and put the cap back on it before stashing it back into his closet.

"….." Anthony rolled his eyes.

Spot sat back down and shifted in his semi damp clothes before saying, "Ok, I'm taking this off before I get a rash."

"That's nasty man," Anthony stared over at Spot.

"Are you ever going to move again or did all that beer impede your movement?" Spot took off his shirt.

"Dunno," Anthony sniffed his shirt and cringed, now if he'd been sober he'd have made a comment about Spot knowing the word impede.

"You look stoned," Spot kicked off his shoes and socks.

"Uh-huh," Anthony lazily kicked off his shoes and socks.

"…..wow you are out of it," Spot took off his pants and tossed them by his closet.

"And you….." Anthony let out a little burp. "have nice abs."

Spot smiled down at Anthony, "Yeah, that's attractive."

Anthony got up off the floor and sat down on Spot's bed, "I should go home…."

"……." Spot for all the fog in his head shook his head. "And I should take up ballet."

"You'd look weird in a pink Tutu," Anthony shook his had and bits of sand soil flecked out.

"Yes, yes I would," Spot moved to find something for Anthony to wear, but the other boy had grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the bed.

"I like you better this way," Anthony tugged at the waistband of Spot's boxers.

"Ho God, wet dream come true….." said Spot breathily.

Anthony lightly laughed, "Yeah."

Before Spot could even start a protest in his head Anthony's lips met his. And Spot being the absolutely responsible one…..yeah, even he couldn't help the mental laugh at that one. But he couldn't help it, he liked Anthony a lot and to pull yourself away from the person you cared that deeply about was just too hard. Anthony started kissing Spot's neck and for once he was glad none of this was in jest. Heh, he used the word jest, now that's classic. Damn, his thoughts were getting sporadic. He felt Anthony's tongue run along the ridge of his ear.

Spot exhaled and found his back pressed against his mattress; gingerly he opened his mouth to Anthony and looped his arms around the other boys waist. The feel of Anthony's warm palms against his hips felt amazing. Anthony went back to kissing Spot's neck and slowly moved down to his collar bone. This was so much better when he wasn't stoned…..but Anthony probably wouldn't really remember much. Spot hated his conscience. Anthony started moving his hands lower….

"Whoa, ok, we need to stop," Spot grabbed Anthony's hands.

Anthony blinked for a second, "Hm?"

"What you need is slee-," but Anthony didn't hear the rest of Spot's sentence once his head dropped down onto Spot's chest. "Well, that's one problem down."

"I came at the wrong time, didn't I?" Spot looked over at the doorway and saw his mother smiling over at him.

"Um….." Spot wasn't quite sure what to say, his mother had just walked in on him pretty much naked with a half naked boy on top of him.

"I think so," she nodded.

"Me too," Spot fought the urge to laugh, this was defiantly an eventful day.

XXX

A/N: Ok, my first thought when the Rollercoaster crush thing came about was, "Holy hell why Spot!" But um, I got over it quickly but the thought of it made me all jittery like "Spot of all the people to like, Rollercoaster?" Ok, car thing, so happened to my sisters ex boyfriend it was so funny me and my ex couldn't stop laughing (I had to use it, it so worked here!)

I feel bad for Spot's mother, she continues to get the short end of Spot's respect, but I'm sure Anthony had some effect on him. Yeah, Anthony's vent wasn't really much of a vent, but every bit helps, no? Oh yes, the slashness is good. It wasn't much, but it shows you how much Spot considers how Anthony might feel come next day and he's got a beating headache.

(Don't worry Rustie I'm getting to that one-shot, I just had some complications. First draft was too sad, second was treading into 'not suitable for anyone under eighteen' lol.) Plus finals week killed me, but to make up for being behind in my schedule, it's a page or two longer then usual.

–wow long authors notes this time around-

Things to look forward to: Anthony comes home to face his parents anger and gets grounded. Spot has a bit of a heart to heart with his mom. And Anthony's parents may just find out what kind of relationship he and Spot really have.