Jack knocked on Venice's door. With no reply, he quietly let himself in.
"Venice?" He said softly. There was music playing, something that was light with flute and violin in it. The room was dark.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Jack saw the curled up blob of Venice on her bed. He turned the light on, squinting a little at the sheerness of it.
And he saw Venice holding her arm.
Her arm was bleeding.
Jack rushed up to her and snatched her arm away. There was blood all over it, and the covers of the bed, and all over Venice. Venice tried to pull away to no avail. Jack took a bed sheet and wiped the blood away on her arm to reveal a intricite design carved there. Just like the blue ones.
"What the hell did you do this for, Venice?" Jack asked helplessly. The anger at her stupidity welled up inside of him quickly.
Her head fell, hair falling in front of her face. "It's the rule," She said simply.
"What rule?"
A sigh escaped her lips. "Every time I cry. . . whether it be one tear or ten thousand, I count it. Every seventh time, I have to carve another design."
The anger died. "Why?"
"I don't know! It's just the rule."
Jack didn't question further. He simply yanked her off the bed and dragged her down the hallway to the bathroom to wash it up.
In doing so, he passed Will coming up the stairs. Venice yanked back suddenly on Jack, and looked at Will. "Be careful with him, Will."
She followed Jack now, willingly, to the bathroom, went in, and closed the door.
Will stood, confused. Only then did he notice the drops of blood on the white carpet. After staring at them, he resolved to come back to them later. He proceeded to Damian's room, knocking tentatively on the soft-wood door.
"Go away, Will," said Damian from inside his room.
Will opened the door anyway. "Damian, I'm sorry. I. . . I didn't mean it to happen."
Damian didn't look at him. He didn't say anything.
"Damian, please. I love you. Doesn't that count for anything?" No answer. "DAMNIT DAMIAN, WHY WON'T YOU FORGIVE ME?"
Damian sat up. "BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON ME!"
Will was silenced by the sudden reaction he had gotten. His voice came out softly when he next spoke.
"It was so hard. I liked Liz a lot before. To pull away would seem like a waste. . . I thought I would regret it. But instead I regret what I did. I'm so sorry. . . I can't believe how stupid I was to do that when I have someone like you."
Secretly, Damian's heart softened. But his face didn't change. "Will, I trusted you."
"I know. I'm sorry," He said quietly, "Is there any way I can regain that trust, Damian? I'd do anything," Will pleaded.
Damian didn't say anything. Will sat down on the bed and hung his head.
And he was surprised when he felt Damian's strong fingers tilting his chin up to kiss him.
~***~
Elizabeth sat downstairs on the couch, staring out of the window into the warm outside. Her emotions didn't match the weather, that was for sure. She was so confused. . .
She heard the many stairs creak from the weight of someone stepping on them. Venice appeared in the doorway.
"Are you ok?" She asked Liz. Liz looked up at her incrediously.
"You care?"
Venice shrugged.
"I'm fine. . . I guess. Everyone's mad at me, aren't they?"
Venice shrugged again and reached across her body to scratch her arm. Only then did Liz see the slightly oozing decorative cut on her arm. She also noticed the rest of them. . . Venice was wearing a tank-top.
"Venice! What happened!"
Venice looked down, then up, then down again. Her head fell. "Long story."
"You did that to yourself?"
She nodded melodramatically.
Liz whispered, "They're beautiful."
Venice looked up, straight into Liz's pretty eyes. Her heart melted. She went and sat down next to the blond and put her arm around her shoulders.
"Thank you," Venice whispered back. Liz looked back up to her, and blushed. And Venice, without thinking, leaned in and kissed her.
~***~
Jack was in the bathroom, cleaning up all the blood on him. While in there he and Venice had gotten in an argument and she had walked out, leaving him to washing off his arms and face. He had heard her walk down the loud stairs, and when he was done, he followed her.
~***~
Liz jumped back, wondering if she should have liked that as much as she did. She stared at Venice, frightened but curious, and hesitated before doing it again.
They both, though, heard the creaky stairs. Pulling apart quickly, Venice and Liz glanced at each other sideways. Venice gave Liz a little smile, and Liz smiled back.
Jack walked in with a disgusted look on his face. "You made me so damn bloody!" He complained loudly. Venice rolled her eyes.
"Are you done bitching at me?"
Jack shrugged. "Eh. You'll get used to it. M'mom has already. Only took her 15 years, and even before that I was crying all the time."
Venice and Liz laughed. Jack grinned.
Still smiling, Venice said, "Jack, can you go get Damian and Will? I don't want to stay here for the rest of the day."
Jack nodded and left the room. Venice waited until she heard the creaking of the stairs again to kiss Liz again.
Liz pulled away. "Isn't this cheating?"
Venice shrugged and replaced her lips on Liz's.
This was going to be an interesting circle of friends for all of them.
~***~
Jack came into Damian's room right off because the door was open. And he was somewhat shocked to see Will and Damian making out on Damian's bed. "Having fun boys?"
The two guys sat up and Will blushed. Flattening out his hair, he said, "Jack. . . what are you doing here?"
Jack looked around. "No idea, mate. But come downstairs 'cause we were talking about going out again."
Will nodded. He walked past Jack with a quick comment to Damian to hurry.
Damian grabbed a pair of shoes and started to put them on before realizing that Jack was still there. He looked up. "Can I help you?"
Jack looked around again aimlessly and shrugged. "Nah."
"Ok. Then feel free to wait downstairs for me."
Jack began to walk out the door, stopped, and turned around. "Actually, I have a question."
Damian looked up. His eyes stopped for a moment on Jack's croch. "Yes?"
"What is it like to kiss a guy?"
That was all the invitation Damian needed. He stood up, rapidly walked up to Jack, took his face in his hands, and kissed him passionately. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but then closed as he relaxed into the kiss.
Much too soon, they heard Will yelling from the bottom of the stairs for them to hurry up. Jack looked a little longingly at Damian's lips before sprinting off, down the stairs.
Damain's eyes followed Jack. He sighed. Somehow he knew he was going to regret that later.
~***~
"Venice?" He said softly. There was music playing, something that was light with flute and violin in it. The room was dark.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Jack saw the curled up blob of Venice on her bed. He turned the light on, squinting a little at the sheerness of it.
And he saw Venice holding her arm.
Her arm was bleeding.
Jack rushed up to her and snatched her arm away. There was blood all over it, and the covers of the bed, and all over Venice. Venice tried to pull away to no avail. Jack took a bed sheet and wiped the blood away on her arm to reveal a intricite design carved there. Just like the blue ones.
"What the hell did you do this for, Venice?" Jack asked helplessly. The anger at her stupidity welled up inside of him quickly.
Her head fell, hair falling in front of her face. "It's the rule," She said simply.
"What rule?"
A sigh escaped her lips. "Every time I cry. . . whether it be one tear or ten thousand, I count it. Every seventh time, I have to carve another design."
The anger died. "Why?"
"I don't know! It's just the rule."
Jack didn't question further. He simply yanked her off the bed and dragged her down the hallway to the bathroom to wash it up.
In doing so, he passed Will coming up the stairs. Venice yanked back suddenly on Jack, and looked at Will. "Be careful with him, Will."
She followed Jack now, willingly, to the bathroom, went in, and closed the door.
Will stood, confused. Only then did he notice the drops of blood on the white carpet. After staring at them, he resolved to come back to them later. He proceeded to Damian's room, knocking tentatively on the soft-wood door.
"Go away, Will," said Damian from inside his room.
Will opened the door anyway. "Damian, I'm sorry. I. . . I didn't mean it to happen."
Damian didn't look at him. He didn't say anything.
"Damian, please. I love you. Doesn't that count for anything?" No answer. "DAMNIT DAMIAN, WHY WON'T YOU FORGIVE ME?"
Damian sat up. "BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON ME!"
Will was silenced by the sudden reaction he had gotten. His voice came out softly when he next spoke.
"It was so hard. I liked Liz a lot before. To pull away would seem like a waste. . . I thought I would regret it. But instead I regret what I did. I'm so sorry. . . I can't believe how stupid I was to do that when I have someone like you."
Secretly, Damian's heart softened. But his face didn't change. "Will, I trusted you."
"I know. I'm sorry," He said quietly, "Is there any way I can regain that trust, Damian? I'd do anything," Will pleaded.
Damian didn't say anything. Will sat down on the bed and hung his head.
And he was surprised when he felt Damian's strong fingers tilting his chin up to kiss him.
~***~
Elizabeth sat downstairs on the couch, staring out of the window into the warm outside. Her emotions didn't match the weather, that was for sure. She was so confused. . .
She heard the many stairs creak from the weight of someone stepping on them. Venice appeared in the doorway.
"Are you ok?" She asked Liz. Liz looked up at her incrediously.
"You care?"
Venice shrugged.
"I'm fine. . . I guess. Everyone's mad at me, aren't they?"
Venice shrugged again and reached across her body to scratch her arm. Only then did Liz see the slightly oozing decorative cut on her arm. She also noticed the rest of them. . . Venice was wearing a tank-top.
"Venice! What happened!"
Venice looked down, then up, then down again. Her head fell. "Long story."
"You did that to yourself?"
She nodded melodramatically.
Liz whispered, "They're beautiful."
Venice looked up, straight into Liz's pretty eyes. Her heart melted. She went and sat down next to the blond and put her arm around her shoulders.
"Thank you," Venice whispered back. Liz looked back up to her, and blushed. And Venice, without thinking, leaned in and kissed her.
~***~
Jack was in the bathroom, cleaning up all the blood on him. While in there he and Venice had gotten in an argument and she had walked out, leaving him to washing off his arms and face. He had heard her walk down the loud stairs, and when he was done, he followed her.
~***~
Liz jumped back, wondering if she should have liked that as much as she did. She stared at Venice, frightened but curious, and hesitated before doing it again.
They both, though, heard the creaky stairs. Pulling apart quickly, Venice and Liz glanced at each other sideways. Venice gave Liz a little smile, and Liz smiled back.
Jack walked in with a disgusted look on his face. "You made me so damn bloody!" He complained loudly. Venice rolled her eyes.
"Are you done bitching at me?"
Jack shrugged. "Eh. You'll get used to it. M'mom has already. Only took her 15 years, and even before that I was crying all the time."
Venice and Liz laughed. Jack grinned.
Still smiling, Venice said, "Jack, can you go get Damian and Will? I don't want to stay here for the rest of the day."
Jack nodded and left the room. Venice waited until she heard the creaking of the stairs again to kiss Liz again.
Liz pulled away. "Isn't this cheating?"
Venice shrugged and replaced her lips on Liz's.
This was going to be an interesting circle of friends for all of them.
~***~
Jack came into Damian's room right off because the door was open. And he was somewhat shocked to see Will and Damian making out on Damian's bed. "Having fun boys?"
The two guys sat up and Will blushed. Flattening out his hair, he said, "Jack. . . what are you doing here?"
Jack looked around. "No idea, mate. But come downstairs 'cause we were talking about going out again."
Will nodded. He walked past Jack with a quick comment to Damian to hurry.
Damian grabbed a pair of shoes and started to put them on before realizing that Jack was still there. He looked up. "Can I help you?"
Jack looked around again aimlessly and shrugged. "Nah."
"Ok. Then feel free to wait downstairs for me."
Jack began to walk out the door, stopped, and turned around. "Actually, I have a question."
Damian looked up. His eyes stopped for a moment on Jack's croch. "Yes?"
"What is it like to kiss a guy?"
That was all the invitation Damian needed. He stood up, rapidly walked up to Jack, took his face in his hands, and kissed him passionately. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but then closed as he relaxed into the kiss.
Much too soon, they heard Will yelling from the bottom of the stairs for them to hurry up. Jack looked a little longingly at Damian's lips before sprinting off, down the stairs.
Damain's eyes followed Jack. He sighed. Somehow he knew he was going to regret that later.
~***~
