Flying High
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, merely tormenting the characters.
Author's note: This is the sequel to Playing the Matchmaker, so it might be in your best interest to read that first. It takes place around 2- 3 weeks from the previous fic. That's about it so far. Sorry this has taken so long to come out, stupid school work. Warning there is Slash, move away now if it is not your kettle of fish or kettle of anything really. Also please note that the only people who know that Carl and Blake are dating are Darren, Miranda, Hoodsey and Courtney.
Chapter 1
"I win!"
Blake scowled as Carl, with dramatic flair, put down his last remaining domino, all the while smirking at the younger boy.
"I think you cheated Foutley," Blake said it sternly, yet Carl could see in his eyes that he wasn't that serious.
"Ha. You're just jealous because I'm better than you," he picked up one of the black dominos and tossed back down on the floor of the increasingly cramped doghouse.
"Oh yes, a better cheater, perhaps though not because of any particular skill you have. Anyway, I don't trust you." Carl looked rather hurt at this, or he would of if little sounds of laughter weren't escaping him.
"Then what do you trust Blakey-boy?" he moved closer to the blonde boy, scattering their game, he was pleasantly surprised to see Blake blush and smirked. Almost slithering towards him Carl cupped Blake's cheeks with both hands, and leaned in. Barely touching lips parted as a knock on the entrance of the dog house was heard, as was Ginger's voice.
"Carl, Mom says you have to come in." A pale hand pushed open the door, and they could see Ginger.
"Why?" asked Carl, rather innocently if it was possible that Carl could ever be innocent.
"She wants to talk to you, something about rats and the gymnasium. Look just go Carl, I'm on the phone to Darren. He said he wanted to tell me something."
The two boys exchanged glances between each other. Darren had kept his relation with Miranda a secret from Ginger, what with them having had a long relationship and Ginger had been showing signs of waning to get back together. Personally he thought it was because Ian didn't seem that interested in her. Blake on the other hand had thought she had probably realised the loss.
"Oh, what about?" asked Carl. Ginger flicked her curls over her ears and narrowed her eyes.
"Carl, it's none of your business. Now go and talk to Mom!" Carl, half laughing put both hands in the air in mock surrender, and half crawled, half hunched out of the doghouse, Blake following behind.
When the three got in to the house, Blake and Carl had been walking very slowly for some unknown reason, Lois, thrust a letter beneath Carl's nose. Carl, rather annoyed brushed the letter away. From the background they could here Ginger talking on the phone, her voice becoming increasingly anguished and angry.
"Read it," Lois told Carl, her voice strangely quiet.
"Maybe I should go Carl," Blake looked as Carl, with trepidation took the letter.
Carl grinned. "Nah, you can stay." His eyes scanned the letter, words such as irresponsible, great potential, troublesome flew of the page, and then the final word did. The letter dropped from his hand.
"Carl, are you alright," asked Blake, worriedly looking at Carl's face, which was looking rather greenish.
"No," he whispered, seeming at the moment younger than he was, "I've been expelled!"
Okay, that the end of this first chapter. Other chapters should be longer, so think of this as a teaser of some sorts. Don't forget to review and show support for this fic. See ya in the next instalment.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, merely tormenting the characters.
Author's note: This is the sequel to Playing the Matchmaker, so it might be in your best interest to read that first. It takes place around 2- 3 weeks from the previous fic. That's about it so far. Sorry this has taken so long to come out, stupid school work. Warning there is Slash, move away now if it is not your kettle of fish or kettle of anything really. Also please note that the only people who know that Carl and Blake are dating are Darren, Miranda, Hoodsey and Courtney.
Chapter 1
"I win!"
Blake scowled as Carl, with dramatic flair, put down his last remaining domino, all the while smirking at the younger boy.
"I think you cheated Foutley," Blake said it sternly, yet Carl could see in his eyes that he wasn't that serious.
"Ha. You're just jealous because I'm better than you," he picked up one of the black dominos and tossed back down on the floor of the increasingly cramped doghouse.
"Oh yes, a better cheater, perhaps though not because of any particular skill you have. Anyway, I don't trust you." Carl looked rather hurt at this, or he would of if little sounds of laughter weren't escaping him.
"Then what do you trust Blakey-boy?" he moved closer to the blonde boy, scattering their game, he was pleasantly surprised to see Blake blush and smirked. Almost slithering towards him Carl cupped Blake's cheeks with both hands, and leaned in. Barely touching lips parted as a knock on the entrance of the dog house was heard, as was Ginger's voice.
"Carl, Mom says you have to come in." A pale hand pushed open the door, and they could see Ginger.
"Why?" asked Carl, rather innocently if it was possible that Carl could ever be innocent.
"She wants to talk to you, something about rats and the gymnasium. Look just go Carl, I'm on the phone to Darren. He said he wanted to tell me something."
The two boys exchanged glances between each other. Darren had kept his relation with Miranda a secret from Ginger, what with them having had a long relationship and Ginger had been showing signs of waning to get back together. Personally he thought it was because Ian didn't seem that interested in her. Blake on the other hand had thought she had probably realised the loss.
"Oh, what about?" asked Carl. Ginger flicked her curls over her ears and narrowed her eyes.
"Carl, it's none of your business. Now go and talk to Mom!" Carl, half laughing put both hands in the air in mock surrender, and half crawled, half hunched out of the doghouse, Blake following behind.
When the three got in to the house, Blake and Carl had been walking very slowly for some unknown reason, Lois, thrust a letter beneath Carl's nose. Carl, rather annoyed brushed the letter away. From the background they could here Ginger talking on the phone, her voice becoming increasingly anguished and angry.
"Read it," Lois told Carl, her voice strangely quiet.
"Maybe I should go Carl," Blake looked as Carl, with trepidation took the letter.
Carl grinned. "Nah, you can stay." His eyes scanned the letter, words such as irresponsible, great potential, troublesome flew of the page, and then the final word did. The letter dropped from his hand.
"Carl, are you alright," asked Blake, worriedly looking at Carl's face, which was looking rather greenish.
"No," he whispered, seeming at the moment younger than he was, "I've been expelled!"
Okay, that the end of this first chapter. Other chapters should be longer, so think of this as a teaser of some sorts. Don't forget to review and show support for this fic. See ya in the next instalment.