Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable "7th Heaven" characters. The
story uses the characters from the WB network show created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
Chapter 5
All the way to school Simon replayed the morning's events in his head. Looking in the mirror, getting dressed, Mary's preaching. "It never ends", he thought. He was somehow proud of his sister. Lucy, of all people, sticking up for herself. Offering Mary the good-old one-digit salute. "How metal is that!?", he thought. The bus ground to a halt outside of Simon's school. He hated taking the bus, but he was still on 'restriction' from the Cecilia incident. Driving was just another activity that he was restricted from. He knew better than to beg Lucy for a ride because if she flicked Mary off, she'd be liable to blast him in the chops just for speaking to her. Lucy had a short fuse. Simon did too, but most of the time when the fuse burnt down, the explosive fizzled. This is the moment Simon had been dreading since waking up this morning and wrestling with the alarm clock. He opened the door and walked into the halls. Then it started, once again...
"Hey Camden, my brother wants some action. Maybe you can ask my parents for their permission to boff him.", said one voice, obviously referring to the pre-coital powwow he'd had with both his and Cecilia's parents that had landed him in trouble to begin with. . "Hey Simon, where's your boyfriend this morning?" shouted another.
Simon kept his head down and kept walking. He could not understand why people were under the impression that he was gay. He has a nice looking girlfriend. She's very popular, but the popularity hadn't spread to Simon very effectively. Maybe it was because he wasn't very athletically inclined. Maybe it was because he would rather doodle band logos in his notebook than do whatever the hell it was that everyone else his age did. He arrived at his locker, thumbed the combination into his lock and gave it a tug. A cascade of magazine pinups came drifting out of his locker as the door opened. Students laughed and howled and cackled all around him. "Why the hell do they even put these stupid slots at the top of lockers?", Simon thought as he quickly gathered the pictures up and threw them in the garbage can,"Anyone can slide whatever in there at any time." At least his pictures were still taped to the inside of his door. One of The Ramones, one of Poison, two of Guns N' Roses, and his favorite; a picture of The Donnas. It amazed Simon that not only were they from a town about 20 minutes away from Glen Oak, they were also in their early twenties. Not much older than him. But the most amazing thing to Simon was that they were a straight up rock band of girls. Girls who he wanted to have his way with. He wasn't picky. He just wanted one, maybe two of them. "Perhaps at the same time?", he thought as he gathered his stuff up and went to his first class.
As Simon walked into the room, the onslaught started again. Kirk, a particularly-obnoxious classmate stood on his chair, pouted his lips and sarcastically shouted "Hey Simon, rock on, duuude!" Hardly an insult if it were sincere. In the club scene Simon imagined that was a greeting, no different than "Hello, how are you today?" But in Kennedy high school there were no other rockers but him, so he knew not to get excited. He pulled out his classbook, and began to open it so he could copy some text down and call it his homework that was due in less than five minutes.
"Gimme that", Jason, another shaved ape of a classmate, shouted as he swiped the book out of Simon's reach. "Are these guys your boyfriends?", he asked, pointing to a picture of Pretty Boy Floyd taped to Simon's book cover. "Hell, are they even guys?!?" he asked?
"Yes, they're guys, and no, they're just a kickass band" replied Simon, as if he wished that his explanation would quiet the scrutiny. "Guys don't wear makeup", Jason stated matter-of-factly. "They do whatever they want when they're rock stars.", Simon continued. "You're a homo, Camden", Jason said as he threw Simon's book at this chest. Simon burned with anger. "Some people just don't get it" he thought. All this ridicule hurt Simon so deeply that he wanted to cry, but he would never, ever give them the satisfaction of knowing they had gotten to him. He knew this routine would be repeated at least once, maybe twice through the course of the seven periods in a regular school day. "I'll never crack, I'll never back down", he thought, "Not today, not tomorrow, not for these assholes, not for Cecilia's dad. For no one." A scowl enveloped Simon's face as he thought, "I'll show all of these bastards someday. Starting right now..." And from that very moment, Simon was never the same again.
Author: OK, it's audience participation time. Would you be opposed to Simon becoming bitter and hateful? It could get pretty foul. Please let me know what you think, and if this is extremely dull. I'm not so great at judging my own stuff. Thanks for all the reviews so far!
story uses the characters from the WB network show created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
Chapter 5
All the way to school Simon replayed the morning's events in his head. Looking in the mirror, getting dressed, Mary's preaching. "It never ends", he thought. He was somehow proud of his sister. Lucy, of all people, sticking up for herself. Offering Mary the good-old one-digit salute. "How metal is that!?", he thought. The bus ground to a halt outside of Simon's school. He hated taking the bus, but he was still on 'restriction' from the Cecilia incident. Driving was just another activity that he was restricted from. He knew better than to beg Lucy for a ride because if she flicked Mary off, she'd be liable to blast him in the chops just for speaking to her. Lucy had a short fuse. Simon did too, but most of the time when the fuse burnt down, the explosive fizzled. This is the moment Simon had been dreading since waking up this morning and wrestling with the alarm clock. He opened the door and walked into the halls. Then it started, once again...
"Hey Camden, my brother wants some action. Maybe you can ask my parents for their permission to boff him.", said one voice, obviously referring to the pre-coital powwow he'd had with both his and Cecilia's parents that had landed him in trouble to begin with. . "Hey Simon, where's your boyfriend this morning?" shouted another.
Simon kept his head down and kept walking. He could not understand why people were under the impression that he was gay. He has a nice looking girlfriend. She's very popular, but the popularity hadn't spread to Simon very effectively. Maybe it was because he wasn't very athletically inclined. Maybe it was because he would rather doodle band logos in his notebook than do whatever the hell it was that everyone else his age did. He arrived at his locker, thumbed the combination into his lock and gave it a tug. A cascade of magazine pinups came drifting out of his locker as the door opened. Students laughed and howled and cackled all around him. "Why the hell do they even put these stupid slots at the top of lockers?", Simon thought as he quickly gathered the pictures up and threw them in the garbage can,"Anyone can slide whatever in there at any time." At least his pictures were still taped to the inside of his door. One of The Ramones, one of Poison, two of Guns N' Roses, and his favorite; a picture of The Donnas. It amazed Simon that not only were they from a town about 20 minutes away from Glen Oak, they were also in their early twenties. Not much older than him. But the most amazing thing to Simon was that they were a straight up rock band of girls. Girls who he wanted to have his way with. He wasn't picky. He just wanted one, maybe two of them. "Perhaps at the same time?", he thought as he gathered his stuff up and went to his first class.
As Simon walked into the room, the onslaught started again. Kirk, a particularly-obnoxious classmate stood on his chair, pouted his lips and sarcastically shouted "Hey Simon, rock on, duuude!" Hardly an insult if it were sincere. In the club scene Simon imagined that was a greeting, no different than "Hello, how are you today?" But in Kennedy high school there were no other rockers but him, so he knew not to get excited. He pulled out his classbook, and began to open it so he could copy some text down and call it his homework that was due in less than five minutes.
"Gimme that", Jason, another shaved ape of a classmate, shouted as he swiped the book out of Simon's reach. "Are these guys your boyfriends?", he asked, pointing to a picture of Pretty Boy Floyd taped to Simon's book cover. "Hell, are they even guys?!?" he asked?
"Yes, they're guys, and no, they're just a kickass band" replied Simon, as if he wished that his explanation would quiet the scrutiny. "Guys don't wear makeup", Jason stated matter-of-factly. "They do whatever they want when they're rock stars.", Simon continued. "You're a homo, Camden", Jason said as he threw Simon's book at this chest. Simon burned with anger. "Some people just don't get it" he thought. All this ridicule hurt Simon so deeply that he wanted to cry, but he would never, ever give them the satisfaction of knowing they had gotten to him. He knew this routine would be repeated at least once, maybe twice through the course of the seven periods in a regular school day. "I'll never crack, I'll never back down", he thought, "Not today, not tomorrow, not for these assholes, not for Cecilia's dad. For no one." A scowl enveloped Simon's face as he thought, "I'll show all of these bastards someday. Starting right now..." And from that very moment, Simon was never the same again.
Author: OK, it's audience participation time. Would you be opposed to Simon becoming bitter and hateful? It could get pretty foul. Please let me know what you think, and if this is extremely dull. I'm not so great at judging my own stuff. Thanks for all the reviews so far!