(Blood LONG) A/N: ::grumbles:: Make the chapters bloody longer. -_- Easier *said* than done. Some people... *Honestly*...
::cough:: Inconsequentially- or maybe not- *this* chapter will be really very short... for two reasons, actually. Firstly- I've given the boys' world quite the upheaval and thisis to reground everyone- readers and characters alike. Secondly- it's written somewhat oddly. Not really my usual style, but not really *different* either. ::shrug::
I've also got to admit that I've recently been afflicted with something possibly quite awful (good wording,eh?) A Draco Malfoy muse. I'm not entirely sure where, when or *why* he popped up, but he did, and he's been gnawing on my knuckles ever since. And, honestly, I think it's affected my writing. And my speech habits.
Oh, yes, and-
Chiru and Suraka-chan - ^_^ Thanks for pointing that out to me. We've got it all straightened out now. (^_^ And you're quite loved yourself, Chiru! ::'snoogles' back:: lol... 'snoogles'...)
Rena- O.O Breathe in, breathe out. It's okay, really. Calm down before you give yourself an anurism. As long as you take the story down, you're forgiven completely. Okay? Good deal, then.
~*~
After The Applause Dies Down
by Wolfie
~Suddenly, I Know I'm Not Sleeping~
Monday morning came quickly. The boys fell back into their usual pattern, like nothing had ever happened. Maybe they thought that if they pretended enough- if they ignored it enough- it would simply go away. Even Pietro and Lance. They'd changed considerably in the time that they'd spent in that room, and yet, they both acted as if none of it had ever happened. Save for the occassional grope and knowing look.
Pietro was more than excited to get back to school. To get out of his room, out of his bed. He practically bounced from the Jeep, to his home room, then on to his first class, his second... Third period, he shared with Lance. It was odd, but Pietro had come to enjoy his English Literature class, if only for *that* reason. He liked it even more that day.
He and Lance spent the entire period passing notes back and forth, mostly handing them discreetly, but every now and then giving in to the urge to bounce a balled up paper off the other's head. The girls around them were giggling, and a few of them got into trouble. But not Pietro and Lance. No. They never got caught for stupid little things like passing notes in class.
At lunch, the pair snuck off together. Pretending not to notice the looks they got from their friends. Pretending not to notice that Todd was silently saying that he wasn't going to cover for them. Pretending not to notice that Fred was still a bit confused as to just what the hell had happened over the last week.
They'd searched out the best make-out spot in the school. Of course, Pietro knew them all. He'd even pointed out- on different occassions, when they happened to be walking by- that he'd gotten head here, or a hand job there. Now, the thought of it made Lance twice as jealous as it had made him before.
With a few double checking glances, they'd both slipped down the shut off science wing, where no one was allowed to go until repairs could be done. The walls were darkened from smoke, and the ceiling as well, and the entire place smelled of explosions and fire. Pietro couldn't help but grin a bit at the fact that he knew that Evan Daniels was responsible for that specific 'accident'.
"In here," He'd whispered, tugging Lance into a seemingly abandoned bathroom. They did something in there that Pietro had never done in school before. Not during school hours, anyway. And by the time they were lazily dragging themselves up, off the cool, tile floor, the bell was ringing, and they were both late for class. Lance suggested lightly that they just remain there, touch and kiss and play around until school was out completely. But Pietro gave him a rather lopsided grin and shook his head, "I've got something to do," Was all he'd said.
The class period after lunch was another spent passing notes. This time they were tossed across a table, from Pietro's hands to a certain German teen's, and back again. More than once, whatever was written made the blue haired boy's eyes widen considerably. And the entire time, Todd was glaring. Scowling. Frowning. Looking as *irritated* as possible.
It was the first time, since the beginning of that school year, that the three had spent the hour in silence. And their poor teacher was positive he was losing his mind.
By the end of the day, Pietro was grinning. Quite widely at that. As far as he was concerned, everything had gone perfectly. He was almost positive that Todd would have a date by Friday- and after all, that *was* his purpose. He'd had just enough bits of information to corner Kurt, make him admit to just the right things.
When he hopped into the Jeep, waiting with Lance for Todd and Fred to join them, the older boy had asked just what he was so cheerful about. But Pietro only shook his head and planted a less than platonic kiss on the rock tumbler's lips, not caring too much about who saw, or what they had to say about it. He wasn't sure he would've cared anyway, good mood or not.
~*~
~I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming~
~tbc~
^_^'' I did warn that it'd be very short. Bah. The story'll be right back on track by next chapter! So review, dammit!
::cough:: Inconsequentially- or maybe not- *this* chapter will be really very short... for two reasons, actually. Firstly- I've given the boys' world quite the upheaval and thisis to reground everyone- readers and characters alike. Secondly- it's written somewhat oddly. Not really my usual style, but not really *different* either. ::shrug::
I've also got to admit that I've recently been afflicted with something possibly quite awful (good wording,eh?) A Draco Malfoy muse. I'm not entirely sure where, when or *why* he popped up, but he did, and he's been gnawing on my knuckles ever since. And, honestly, I think it's affected my writing. And my speech habits.
Oh, yes, and-
Chiru and Suraka-chan - ^_^ Thanks for pointing that out to me. We've got it all straightened out now. (^_^ And you're quite loved yourself, Chiru! ::'snoogles' back:: lol... 'snoogles'...)
Rena- O.O Breathe in, breathe out. It's okay, really. Calm down before you give yourself an anurism. As long as you take the story down, you're forgiven completely. Okay? Good deal, then.
~*~
After The Applause Dies Down
by Wolfie
~Suddenly, I Know I'm Not Sleeping~
Monday morning came quickly. The boys fell back into their usual pattern, like nothing had ever happened. Maybe they thought that if they pretended enough- if they ignored it enough- it would simply go away. Even Pietro and Lance. They'd changed considerably in the time that they'd spent in that room, and yet, they both acted as if none of it had ever happened. Save for the occassional grope and knowing look.
Pietro was more than excited to get back to school. To get out of his room, out of his bed. He practically bounced from the Jeep, to his home room, then on to his first class, his second... Third period, he shared with Lance. It was odd, but Pietro had come to enjoy his English Literature class, if only for *that* reason. He liked it even more that day.
He and Lance spent the entire period passing notes back and forth, mostly handing them discreetly, but every now and then giving in to the urge to bounce a balled up paper off the other's head. The girls around them were giggling, and a few of them got into trouble. But not Pietro and Lance. No. They never got caught for stupid little things like passing notes in class.
At lunch, the pair snuck off together. Pretending not to notice the looks they got from their friends. Pretending not to notice that Todd was silently saying that he wasn't going to cover for them. Pretending not to notice that Fred was still a bit confused as to just what the hell had happened over the last week.
They'd searched out the best make-out spot in the school. Of course, Pietro knew them all. He'd even pointed out- on different occassions, when they happened to be walking by- that he'd gotten head here, or a hand job there. Now, the thought of it made Lance twice as jealous as it had made him before.
With a few double checking glances, they'd both slipped down the shut off science wing, where no one was allowed to go until repairs could be done. The walls were darkened from smoke, and the ceiling as well, and the entire place smelled of explosions and fire. Pietro couldn't help but grin a bit at the fact that he knew that Evan Daniels was responsible for that specific 'accident'.
"In here," He'd whispered, tugging Lance into a seemingly abandoned bathroom. They did something in there that Pietro had never done in school before. Not during school hours, anyway. And by the time they were lazily dragging themselves up, off the cool, tile floor, the bell was ringing, and they were both late for class. Lance suggested lightly that they just remain there, touch and kiss and play around until school was out completely. But Pietro gave him a rather lopsided grin and shook his head, "I've got something to do," Was all he'd said.
The class period after lunch was another spent passing notes. This time they were tossed across a table, from Pietro's hands to a certain German teen's, and back again. More than once, whatever was written made the blue haired boy's eyes widen considerably. And the entire time, Todd was glaring. Scowling. Frowning. Looking as *irritated* as possible.
It was the first time, since the beginning of that school year, that the three had spent the hour in silence. And their poor teacher was positive he was losing his mind.
By the end of the day, Pietro was grinning. Quite widely at that. As far as he was concerned, everything had gone perfectly. He was almost positive that Todd would have a date by Friday- and after all, that *was* his purpose. He'd had just enough bits of information to corner Kurt, make him admit to just the right things.
When he hopped into the Jeep, waiting with Lance for Todd and Fred to join them, the older boy had asked just what he was so cheerful about. But Pietro only shook his head and planted a less than platonic kiss on the rock tumbler's lips, not caring too much about who saw, or what they had to say about it. He wasn't sure he would've cared anyway, good mood or not.
~*~
~I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming~
~tbc~
^_^'' I did warn that it'd be very short. Bah. The story'll be right back on track by next chapter! So review, dammit!