AHAH! APRIL FOOLS! I WOULD NEVER DISCONTINUE A STORY MY BELOVED LITTLE SICKOS! IT IS SO NOT MY STYLE!

I'm really so sorry haha. I was going to keep this joke going until I got up for school tomorrow morning. But I just couldn't take it. I kept getting comments expressing regret and pleading, and messages of sadness and begging! I COULD NOT TAKE IT ANY LONGER!

I hope you can all forgive me my lovely little sickos! I love you all so much! -huggles all of my little sicko imps- Very much I love you all! I hope for realzies that you won't be mad at me for too long! As a sorry, I'm even giving you an update.

I had to cut it a little short seeing as my heart was breaking because of all of the depressing messages and comments. I was writing it whilst it was all going down and finally I broke down and screamed out loud, upsetting my cat who had been chilling in my laundry basket of clean, folded laundry: "THIS BLASPHEMY! THIS MADNESS MUST STOP RIGHT NOW!"

But don't worry everyone, I'll make sure the next chapter is wonderfully brillian just for you! I really love you all and I really do hope you'll forgive me. I'd never abandon you with an unfinished story. It's happened to me before with some of my favorite writers and I know it sucks! It ain't right so I ain't gonna ever let ya'll go! Enjoy the chapter!

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~Will's POV~

I laid on my side on my bed. It was dark in my room as night rocked most of the city to sleep. I drew the sleeves of his shirt over my hands. And then I held them to my nose, and breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I did.

It smelled strongly of him. His leathery, spicy fire scent.

It felt like I was lying in his embrace, entirely surrounded by him. It reminded me of the night I'd spent pressing his handkerchief to my nostrils, trying to draw in his scent. But it hadn't been there. It felt so long ago now.

I could smell him this time. This time my senses weren't greeted by the dull smell of the soap from the school bathrooms. It was his scent. And it filled me with a deep sense of comfort, longing and affection.

In my head, I regressed to the wordless moments we used to share. How he hardly spoke two words to me anytime he was around. Just fucking me into blissful, mind-numbing paralysis. Not that I was complaining at all about that, because I did love that part. But now he was talking with me. Hell, I played video games with him not long ago! Video games! And today, I'd just gone for a simple ride with him on the back of his motorcycle.

Sure it had turned into a car chase which had taken a turn for the Nicolas Cage when his motorcycle had made its way to the top of a building for a daring, fiery escape, but other than that, it had been almost leisurely. It felt like I belonged where I was, straddling the back of his motorcycle with my arms looped around his waist. I felt closer to him on a level that I had never felt before, no matter how melded our bodies were during any period of sex.

Pleasant memories of his deep, smooth voice passed through my mind and the image of his smile. Not his smirk. But his smile. And it made me feel very warm, as if he were actually here, holding me. My thoughts and the shirt upon me cradled me gently away to sleep with a drowsy smile on my lips.

All too soon I was startled awake by my alarm. I stared at the stupid thing before slapping it with a sleeve hanging over my hand. How dare it interrupt my dreams! They were so wonderful! But what were they about…?

I furrowed my eyebrows, stifling a yawn with his hand as I climbed out of bed. I made sure my door was shut and turned on the light. Then I checked my legs for noticeable burns. It had become routine to me from hanging around a dark-eyed young man who had a tendency to submit me to pleasurable torture with his flaming hands and skin. I tried to grasp any recollection of my dream by the slightest as I buttoned up a pair of knee-length shorts. I reached to the hem of his shirt and paused, hesitant to take off the fabric scented by my…lover.

But eventually I reluctantly pulled it from my body and placed it gingerly on the end of my bed. I turned back and went to my closet for a long-sleeved shirt. There were still faint mementos of my ride with Warren yesterday on my arms and chest so a shirt with short sleeves and a relaxed collar was not acceptable. And the second I pulled the hem down to my waist, the bejesus was scared out of me when my alarm clock went off again. I practically flew over to my nightstand, and firmly hit the snooze bar.

The thing silenced. But I swore, "Shit…"

I picked it up and examined it. It was crushed only a little bit, the numbers were still lit up, just a little bit dimmer. I licked my lips and gingerly set it back down, switching off the alarm. I shook my head at the pathetic little thing, silently apologizing to it for hitting it a little too hard. I chuckled as I collected my backpack, "Hi, I'm Joseph and I'm a battered alarm clock." I briefly thought of a vast circle of all kinds of alarm clocks that surely got the harder swing of their owners' hands in the mornings.

I glanced at the end of my bed and picked up Warren's phoenix shirt. I fingered the reddish fabric in the front of the stitched firebird. It was like a crest of his kingdom; a representation of his power. I held it to my nose, and breathed in deeply like I was addict and this was my fix.

I folded the shirt into my backpack, pulling the zipper closed as I exited my room. I went downstairs and dropped my bag by the door, ready for pickup once I was ready to head out the door. I went to the kitchen and found it empty. I shrugged at my aloneness and went to the fridge. I lifted out some orange juice and poured myself a glass, just as I heard the door open.

I turned, a hopeful smile brightening my face. Was he here this early? "Oh," I turned back to the cupboard and got down another glass for my visitor. "Hi Layla."

Layla put on a dramatized, sarcastic face, "Jeez, nice to see you too, Will!" And she pretended the slam the door, but closed it quietly and gently at the last moment.

I laughed and she followed suit. "No!" I said, "I didn't mean for it to sound like that." Layla nodded and sat down at the table, placing her flowery messenger bag on the floor beside her. "I know. So what's up?"

I poured her a glass of orange juice and went around the island to hand it to her. "Nothing. Just being an awesome friend by making you orange juice."

She took it gracefully with a nod, "Why thank you, William."

I bowed slightly, adopting a Jeeves the Servant accent, "Indeed you are welcome, Miss Layla."

Layla smiled and took a sip. "Wow. It feels like forever since we've really hung out. I missed this." I picked my glass and took a complimentary sip as well before going back around the island to the cupboards to look for breakfast. "Yeah. Sorry I've been so busy."

"You've been busy?"

I paused and glanced over my shoulder, unsure whether or not she was being playfully sarcastic again. "Um…yes?"

Layla shrugged, "Oh. Well, I wouldn't have known. I thought I was the one who was busy." She took another sip.

I pulled the bread down from the cupboard, realizing that I hadn't really much been involved with my friends for a while. I wondered what they'd been up to. If they were having as much of a good time as I was, and if they knew…

"What've you been doing?" I asked, digging through the cupboard again, looking for the jar of sweet heaven that was called Nutella.

"Doing homework and studying with Ethan. I helped Zack with his herbology project. I got asked out on a d…" I paused in my searching, and put two slices of bread in the toaster when I noticed that I hadn't yet. "You got asked on-to-out-a-what?"

"Uh…a tour…" Layla responded and she quickly moved on. "And I went to see a movie with Magenta yesterday night…but that was a…horrible…horrible mistake."

I finally found the Nutella and I held to my chest in fear as I turned around. "She didn't mentally abuse the lady behind the counter again did she?"

Layla shook her head, staring blankly into space, "No, she's not allowed in that theatre anymore."

"Assault a ten year old trying to get the paper thing off a straw?"

Layla shook her head, her eyes deadening somewhat.

"Then what did she do." I asked, worried for the conclusion.

"She dumped her slushy in the lap of a whispering man who was sitting two rows in front of us…" Layla finally answered with a sigh.

I let out a slight sigh as well and shook my head. "Poor, poor man." Then I opened the jar and spread it on my toast when it popped out of the toaster. "I didn't know that Maj liked slushies." I said thoughtfully. Layla shrugged in return.

Then I turned around and leaned against the counter, biting into my breakfast. I'm pretty sure my eyes rolled upward in food ecstasy since what I was consuming what was most likely the best invention on the planet…

"Will?"

"Hmm?" I moaned quietly.

"Where are your parents? Did they get a call?"

I turned around to look at Layla, still eating my toast. "I don't know. I think they might still be sleeping. I usually feel a disturbance in the force when they slide down into the sanctum."

Layla shook her head at me, "I'm sure you do. Well, finish your toast, and brush your teeth so we can catch the bus."

"You can't make me rush eating this amazing perfection!" I exclaimed, waving my brilliant breakfast threateningly at her. "That is highly absurd." Then I crunched back down on my toast.

Just a regular, pleasant morning. Ron Wilson, bus driver gave us his usual "Morning!" Ethan talked about his studies, Zack awkwardly said things to Magenta to get her attention, Layla nodded and listened to Ethan while giving Zack apologetic looks, the bus had a bumpy landing, and I walked up the steps into that school to greet another Monday morning.

Once I got to my locker, the evil force that is a Monday morning started to lean heavily and annoyingly on my shoulder. Everyone gets that bitch slap from Monday morning once in a while, no matter how good their weekend was or how good they slept or how good the sex is with their pyrokinetic lover.

I shook my head, trying the combination into my locker again. It took me two more tried to get the stinking thing open. And just as I crouched down to unload my bag on the floor, I felt a boot shove into my back which caused my body to bang into the lockers. "Oof!"

I looked up and saw Warren walking away from me down the hallway. Some people looked my way and at Warren as he continued clearing a path for himself as students stepped out of his way. They whispered and murmured to each other all about how he and I were archenemies, how my father busted his, how Warren Peace would gladly kill me right to death with no care for the consequences.

I ducked my head, hiding my smile at the fading ache of the boot mark on the base of my spine. "If only they knew, if only, if only." I muttered to myself.

"Jeez, Will, you okay?"

I glanced over my shoulder up at Zack, "Yeah, I'm good."

The big blonde sat down on the bench in front of my locker, "Dude, why don't you just send him through a wall again or something? I wouldn't take that!"

I cocked an eyebrow at him as I loaded my locker, "Zack, you got shoved into a locker four times last week."

Zack lowered his gaze, "Yeah, I know, I'm working on my self-confidence."

I smiled, "Relax. You're spending too much time locked up in that big head of yours." I shut my locker and slung my bag over my shoulder. Zack stood and followed me as I weaved through the busy hallway, "You seem awfully cheery for a Monday morning."

I shrugged, "Good night's sleep?"

And then there was a chorus of high-pitched, hysterical screaming coming from down the hallway. A foul, awful…horrifyingly putrid smell washed over us in a wave and I quickly covered my mouth and nose with a hand with a gag. People paused in their business, looking around the next corner and quickly backing away, covering their noses.

Zack grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his mouth and nose, coughing, "Oh god…"

Then I heard a quiet whisper, "Told you it would drip out of her locker."

I looked over my shoulder and found Magenta, her eyes smug and her purple bandana tied over her face. She looked like some sort of evil, gothic, purple cowgirl. Layla stood beside her, her eyes watery and her little flowery handkerchief over her nose.

I shook my head behind my hand, "I will not be made accessory for this. Can they prove that this was you?"

Magenta shook her head, "The camera angles don't cover her locker and the only ones who know about are here in this cute little circle."

"What where's Ethan?" Zack asked.

Layla answered, "He ran into the men's room to vomit a minute or two ago." Magenta shrugged, "Ah. Oh well. I don't care if I get in trouble. C'mon. Class starts up soon and I'd like to remove myself from this foul stench."

I gagged again behind my hand, turning and following them, "Was it worth poisoning the air, Maj?" "Hell, yes." Magenta said, guileless and unmoved. I shook my head in disbelief, "Forget my archenemies, there's a villain in my closest circle of friends! Help me! I need an adult!"

~Warren's POV~

Aside from the rancid smell stinking up the hallways earlier this morning, Monday in this hell hole of a school was somewhat pleasant. People were staying the hell out from under my boots. My thoughts were avoiding me like the plague and I was actually for once not being ailed with a craving for nicotine. And to top it off, there was just an explosion in the Mad Science lab that covered that Speed asshole in boils.

And wouldn't you know it, while I was wandering the halls, happily removing myself from the goop covered Mad Science lab, I saw Stronghold go into a bathroom. And for a second as I walked leisurely toward that bathroom, I thought back to the first time I'd cornered him in a men's room. Checked out my handiwork from the day before. Pressed on that giant, dark bruise on his stomach and saw him relish it and get hard from the pain.

I waited a moment and then pushed open the door. The hinge squeaked as the door moved in. I stepped into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind me. Stronghold was just zipping up. He trotted over to a sink and started washing his hands. Just as a precaution, I locked the door.

Then I smirked and walked forward, a hand still tucked into my pocket.

He saw my reflection at the last second as I came up behind him. He blushed and smiled, "Hey." He turned off the water and brushed the water off of his hands into the sink. He tried to turn around, but I grasped his sides to keep him still. He grunted and laughed, "Okay, if this is about getting your shirt back,"

"Indeed yes. That was my favorite shirt." I said with a nod, one of my hands slipping under his shirt and brushing over his stomach.

"If you ever want to see your favorite shirt again, you have to kiss me right now." He said, trying to sound like the classic evil villain and failing at it.

As one hand caressed his stomach, the other trailed up his chest and turned his head one way. He closed his eyes as I leaned closely. And just like he demanded, I kissed him. I gathered his lip into my mouth and brushed my tongue against it. His hands touched mine. His tongue traced my lip in return. And then he captured my lip in between his teeth.

I chuckled, "Well look who's learning."

Stronghold licked his lips and swallowed, seeming to be reaching for recomposure. "Yeah…Um…I have your shirt in my locker, so if you wanna just walk down the hall with me I can," I shook my head, "No. You can give it to me later. I'm gonna pick you up after my shift."

I pressed my lips to the nape of his neck and he breathed in blissfully, still touching my hands. "What're we gonna do? Have a Rambo-style bike and car chase scene?"

I shook my head, "Did I not say to you that you watch too many movies?"

He nodded with a gentle shrug, "I guess you did."

"Yeah. Sorry to crush your hopes, but I don't think there's going to be another chase scene. I'm just gonna pick you up, and we'll go back to my place." I leaned in and kissed him again. I slipped my tongue in between his lips. Stronghold's fingers grasped my wrists tightly as I massaged my tongue against his, tasting him. He leaned back into me, whimpering in his throat. His grip on one of my hands loosened and then released me. With my free hand I touched his jaw, tilting his head slightly.

I shivered with a grunt when I suddenly felt his hand grasp my dick through my jeans. "Fuck…" He'd never touched me there before and it sent shocks of pleasure through my fiery veins. My hand slid down his stomach, fingers slipping into the waistband of his shorts.

And then the door handle to the bathroom rattled and a palm slapped against the door. "Whoa! Dude, can you open the door? Please? I really gotta, kinda like, you know, c'mon man! Anyone in there?"

I sighed, leaning down against the nape of Stronghold's neck, feeling him pant heavily. I pulled away from him, and kissed him gently, "I'll pick you up."

"O-okay."

"Slip out behind me." I said, going over to the door. I unlocked it and yanked it open. I seized a couple of handfuls of bright yellow t-shirt and slammed the big, bleach blonde boy up against the wall next to lockers. It was Stronghold's big, awkward surfer guy friend who was rumored to glow.

"You know, I really don't like being interrupted." I hissed.

"Oh, holy crapping hell, good god, please don't," he stammered. He closed his eyes in fear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stronghold slip out of the bathroom. He seemed shocked and worried to see his friend being held in the air up against the wall. So I quickly said, "You're lucky I just about finished my cig." I let the blonde down from the wall and gave him a good shove into the bathroom, "Go on before you piss down your leg."

I glanced at Stronghold as the door shut. He looked a little relieved that I didn't punch his friend out. I shrugged, turned and started down the hallway. Behind me I heard the bathroom door squeak open again and Stronghold faintly say, "Oh. Hey, Zack. What's up?" The kid was becoming a pretty good actor…

"DUDE!" was the last thing I heard and it was an exasperated yell from the blonde.