AN: Hello Everyone. :)
Thank YOU ALL for the support. :) Thank you umbrella0326. You are the best! Mwah! ;)
StyxxandBethany: Thank you so much for your continued support! It means a lot to me. :)
KDesai: Thank you SO MUCH for your kind words! :) I'm glad you love my story. :) Thank you so much for the sweet review! It made my day! :)
We are back with Mickey and Sebastian.
Sebastian's parents make a brief appearence. Sebastian's parents come off a little cruel here and intolerant but please don't be offended by their behavior. This isn't meant to offend anyone.
This is short on purpose. Next chapter will be longer. :)
Starts a few days after last chapter.
The song is in bold Italics and its called "Crucified" by Army Of Lovers. If you haven't seen the music video I suggest you do... All I can say is... BOOBS! LOL :)
So I don't want to give too much away. If you have questions let me know... Please review. Please be kind.
Enjoy!
Have a Nice Day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3
Chapter 11
.
I'M CRUCIFIED – CRUCIFIED – LIKE MY SAVIOR –
SAINT-LIKE BEHAVIOR – A LIFETIME I PRAYED –
.
"Oh, Jeeeeeesus Fuckiiiiing CHRIIIIST!" Sebastian exaggeratedly moaned. Rising from his bed, he yelled to his closed door. "Get in here, Mickey! And stop singing that fucking, annoying song!"
Laughter sang through Sebastian's room for the first time in quite a while as Mickey opened the door and entered. Of course, he walked into what could only be called "opulence" – after all, Sebastian Smythe's parents refused to have any room in their house that was anything below splendor.
"Well," Mickey began, flopping down on the pregnant boy's bed, "I have to come in with a certain," he flipped his hand through his hair, "flair!"
"Oh dear God," Sebastian began, swinging his legs to the floor, "shut up, Mickey."
The other boy chuckled. "So, I take it I'm forgiven?"
"Hell no!"
"And just why the hell not?" Mickey complained. He hid something on the other side of his body.
"Because," Seb began, a little painfully standing up, "you don't deserve it."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"Ohhhhhh," Mickey whined, "come onnnnnn Sebbyyyyy!" He leaned forward to the now standing pregnant boy, his left hand pushing something behind his back. "I come bearing gifts."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do!"
"No, you-!"
Suddenly, a gift bag was thrust towards Sebastian!
"A present!"
"I told you," Mickey began, resting his right hand on that side of his body on the bed, "that I CAME bearing-"
"Liar."
Mickey sighed. "Oh, fine! I suppose I can just take-"
Seb snatched it from his hand! "Not so fast, bad boy!"
Mickey laughed. "Fine, fine."
And right then, a pair of gorgeous smiles adorned their faces. They simply stared at each other, watching how one boy looked a little pained and the other missed his friend. Downstairs, there seemed to be an argument happening between Sebastian's parents. The telephone was ringing and neither one was answering it.
"What did you bring?" Sebastian asked, peering into the bag. And when he opened it, his eyes widened beyond belief. "I…! I…!"
"I wondered if you would want something like this."
"I did! Thank you! But…how did you know-?!"
"I know you've been looking at onesies." Mickey scratched his jaw and flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "But you can only accept this gift if you forgive me."
"Oh, I seeeeeee!" Sebastian said with a stupid smile. He sat down at his desk chair as the telephone downstairs stopped ringing. "Friendship by bribery, huh?"
Mickey pushed the backs of his hands under his jaws and melodramatically asked, "Would you have me any other way?"
"I wouldn't have you at all!"
Mickey sat up straighter. "Not even if I was the last man on Earth?"
"I'd demand a recount."
And there it was. That stupid, stupid joke that took both boys into hysterics. Sheer, frenzied laughter filled the room for a long, long while, a sound that had been absent for so, so long. Mickey fell back on the bed and even Sebastian joined him, dropping his often uncomfortable body near him. The bedsprings complained with the motion of his body momentarily. And very soon, Sebastian sat right back up, his new onesie in hand.
"Well, for what it's worth," Seb began, "thank you."
"You're very wel-…. Wait. What do you mean 'for what it's worth'?"
"Well, I didn't say I forgive you for making-"
"Of COURSE, I'm forgiven!"
"Ohhhhh…." Seb stared at the ceiling. He watched the drywall patterns and even began to count the swipes there before his peripheral vision caught an ornery, smiling teenage face getting closer and closer to his…. "Get away from me!"
They laughed again as Sebastian inspected his new onesie. "I have to admit. This is-"
"Sebastian Alan Smythe!"
With wide eyes, both boys turned their heads towards the closed door, stunned by a woman's booming voice.
"Yeah?!" Sebastian yelled.
"What have we told you about this…this…BOY calling you?!"
"W-who?" Seb asked.
"YOU KNOW WHO!"
"Mom! Who?!"
"This…this…DISGUSTING boy who almost turned you into a flaming…!"
Mickey's head dropped. Sebastian's head almost did too.
"Mom," Sebastian began, standing up with hidden difficulty, "who called-?!"
"Dave!"
You would've thought a race had begun. Both boys' heads shot up so fast that they would've reached the finish line first. Sebastian scrambled for a reply, something to soothe the situation, something, ANYTHING that would hide his surprise and outright fear.
But nothing came.
"I DON'T EVER WANT THAT BOY TO CALL HERE AGAIN! TELL HIM NO!"
Sebastian swallowed. "Alright, mom! I will!"
With that, the boys heard clomping steps retreating away from them. Abruptly, Sebastian felt that all-too-common darting pain shooting down in his abdomen. He closed his eyes, took a few breaths, and the pain subsided.
They looked at anywhere but each other for a long moment. Finally, it was the ornery one who made eye contact, followed by the pregnant one. Predictably, Sebastian smirked.
"Fucking Republican parents."
He smiled again. Mickey didn't.
All of the immature, boyish joy whooshed, swept away by a wealthy storm of hate and volume. Sebastian reached down and scooped the onesie he carelessly threw under his bed. Mickey watched him gently stroke the print on the front and wipe away any dust collected. Slowly, the boys gathered themselves from that trauma only to be surprised by a familiar vibration.
Sebastian's cell phone was ringing.
Laboriously, he got off the bed and walked over to the desk. He picked it up and his eyes widened in surprise. Sebastian took the call.
"Kurt?"
Mickey's left eyebrow went up, his only reaction. Sebastian strolled back to the bed, plopping just a hair closer to Mickey.
"How are-?... Oh, I'm fine… Yes…. Yeah…. Y-yeah…"
Mickey's eyebrow raised even further.
"Relax, Kurt. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?... Well, yeah, that's true….." His head flipped towards Mickey and smiled. "Why yes. I've talked to him recently….. Yes, he's still an asshole but we're cool now."
Mickey rolled his eyes and let his back flop on the bed. Sebastian thought about playfully poking him in the ribs but held back.
"Yes….. Yes….. YES, Kurt….."
Mickey placed his forearm across his forehead. But suddenly, Sebastian turned away from him and lowered his voice.
"Yes, I've heard from him too. Why do you ask?... Well, at the mall and…here…."
The once-ornery boy slowly turned his head towards Seb and quietly propped himself on his elbows, effectively getting closer to the pregnant boy.
"Why would I talk to him, Kurt? We don't really….. No! He's not!... Kurt, he's NOT!"
Mickey was now sitting up right beside Sebastian. But the pregnant boy turned further away and lowered his voice again.
"I don't know, Kurt…. I…" Seb glanced at Mickey and then right back away. "I AM taking care of myself….. You know I am."
An enormous sigh escaped Mickey's mouth.
"If I hear from him, I'll…I'll talk to him." Mickey's jaw set on edge. "I will, Kurt. Look, I have to go….. I will…. I will thanks for calling Igottagonowseeya'"
Sebastian pulled the phone away from his ear and disconnected the call. And right at that very moment, that maddening, coursing pain shot down inside is belly. It was low and vastly more intense than before. It jolted his body and mind for a moment before it just as quickly, went away.
"What did he want?" Mickey asked with a low voice, head slightly down.
"He just wanted to…talk."
"When did you become a terrible liar, Seb?"
Seb. Mickey didn't call him Seb very often. That was NOT a good sign.
Sebastian sighed. "He was just calling to check up on me."
Mickey's eyes bored into his. "He knows, doesn't he?"
Sebastian dropped his head a little and took a deep breath. He held it for a long moment and was about to get up. But that's when he felt Mickey's firm hand on his wrist.
"Don't walk away, Sebastian. Answer me. Kurt-?"
"Yes."
Mickey slowly let go of the wrist. "Why did you-?"
"I didn't. He just…figured it out."
"Smart kid."
"If you say so."
"And why wouldn't I? Kurt's cool. And apparently, very perceptive."
"He's a brat."
Mickey turned a little towards him. "He's also trying to be your friend."
He was all set to either get the Smythe Smirk, or some kind of carefully trained smart aleck remark. But instead, Sebastian simply lowered his head a little.
"I know…I know."
Mickey blinked. Twice. And then, he narrowed his eyes a little. "Did Kurt ask about…Dave?"
"Yeah."
"Is that…? Did you…?" Mickey quickly rubbed his hand over his face. "What did you tell him?"
"Mickey, you heard everything I said to him." And THIS time, Sebastian did get up, walking towards the desk. He tossed his phone on it and promptly turned around. "He asked if I'd seen him and I told him I saw him at the mall and that we got a phone-"
"The mall?!" Mickey sat up impossibly straight. "You didn't tell me you saw him at the mall!"
"I did."
"When? Where? Where was I?"
"Ummm, I don't know. Not too-"
"When, Seb?"
The pregnant boy's eyes narrowed a little. "Why all the questio-…?" And then, that all too familiar Smirk appeared on his face. "Oh, this is too good."
"What?"
"This is just TOO good!"
"What?!"
"You!" Sebastian exclaimed, now with a gorgeous, green-eyed smile on his face. "You are JEALOUS!"
Mickey leaped off the bed. "No, I'm not! I'm not!" He put his hands on his hips and looked incredibly angry or hurt or something. Sebastian's smile faltered just a bit. "I mean… I know how he… And you…" Sebastian firmly put his tongue in his cheek and looked away. Finally, Mickey returned his gaze to the pregnant boy with a resolve that shook them both. "I just remember how it ended."
Silence. Sheer, ugly, earth-flattening, heart-stopping silence filled the room. And they both knew and clearly remembered how Sebastian and Dave ended their…relationship or whatever it was that you'd call it.
Sebastian cleared his throat. "Yes, of course I remember. I was there. I wrote the book." He slowly approached his best friend. "And if I were even MORE dramatic than I already am," he came to a stop right in front of him, "I'd put it in some stupid TV show."
Mickey smiled. "Of course you would. And you'd get all the profits from it, wouldn't you?"
"Of course! I'm a Smythe."
And there was that laughter again – the kind that solidifies all friendships. Mickey looked up at him, seeing just how skinny the boy was, except for his distended belly. And when Sebastian's laughter died down, he looked down at his best friend, the kind that anger you so easily and then don't hesitate to be there when you need them. If a stranger saw them, he'd probably think they were brothers.
"Mickey," Sebastian began, placing a hand on the seated boy's shoulder, "I'm not going to be easy to be around in the next few months."
Mickey opened his mouth.
"And if you say something like, 'well, why would that be any different?', I will have to slash all of the Dolce & Gobbana clothes in your closet."
Mickey shut his mouth.
"I'm glad you and Kurt are around. I'll need you and your support. BOTH of you." And then, his countenance sobered. "Especially when it's time to tell Dave."
Minute tremors travelled through Mickey's body, but said nothing. "So, I think it's time for you-" In a flash, Sebastian's hand clasped his belly. He took a deep breath, held it, and continued. "For you to work with me-" Again, that darting pain silenced him. Mickey's eyebrows furrowed. Sebastian's eyes slammed shut and almost immediately reopened. "W-with me to get…to get…"
"Sebastian? Are you alrigh-? SEEEEEEB!"
It's a good thing Mickey played baseball when he was younger. Mickey caught Sebastian just before he crashed to the floor, unconscious.
.
AN: Uh... Oh...
Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger but it was needed... Don't come after me with pitchforks! Lol I'm kidding. :)
More to come... Stay tuned...If you have questions let me know. Until next time... Have a Nice Day! :) ILOVESMESOMELGEEX3
