Disclaimer ::::: I don't own these characters..and so fourth...
A/N ::: Ok, my second chapter. This is exciting. Well, its not. But you know, this is Duke world, I think differently. Taha. Ok, still Richard's POV, I still don't know where this is leading. And I warn, my mind is slightly elsewhere, we just got our power back, you know that big blackout which the Americans immediately assumed it was Canada's fault all the while it started in Ohio. I'm sorry. I love the U.S, but I hate that TV channel, they blame Canada for everything, what a bunch of pricks. Ok.anyways, here goes nothing, I hope this chapter isn't a disaster. R&R please.
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I pulled into the parking lot. Justin was already there. I pulled up next to his car and killed the engine. I wasn't sure what to do, or if there was something I was supposed to do. I did what I thought best and got out of my car and joined Justin in his own. After sliding into the passenger seat and closing the door; Justin still hadn't said anything.
"Look, Justin, its almost 4 in the morning and I... " I stopped when he turned to me; his face was a mask of sorrow. It looked as though he may have been crying. His jaw looked bruised and swollen, as if it had been hit with a great force. "Are you alright?" I asked cautiously. He shook his head slightly and started crying, putting his hands over his face.
I didn't know how to comfort him, or even if it was my place to do so. So I waited; and waited. When I thought he had stopped, I risked putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched from my touch. I sighed inwardly. I didn't even know why I was here. Justin and I aren't even friends. Yet, for some reason, I feel he is the only person I can truly connect to. I also knew that he didn't have anyone else to call. Just when I thought he was going to start crying again, he began to laugh. Not hysterically. Actually, with very little humor at all. It was more like a nervous laugh. The kind of sound to make a person uneasy.
"I shouldn't have called you. I'm fine, really I am." He quit laughing and looked directly at me, a wane smile on his face.
"Its alright." I responded quietly. "So.. what's this all about?" I dared venture.
"I'd rather not talk about it. Just the usual, you know? Family and such... " He looked at me; I nodded. I felt somewhat relieved. I was still curious, but thought best to leave well enough alone. Like myself I knew that Justin had a rough home life. Divorced parents, psychotic mother who doesn't seem to love him, or at least not care about him, at all. Sitting with my back against the door I preceded to watch Justin. He was seated in a similar position on the other side of the car, regarding my gaze. We sat like this for nearly half-hour, until I realized I had better get home before my parents woke.
"I should go." I said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah."
"You'll be at school today?" I asked.
"Aren't I always?" Yes, he was. I didn't answer, only smiled weakly; slightly unsure of myself. "Hey Richard..thanks." I leaned across the seat and kissed him roughly on the mouth. His lips were wet and tasted like tears. I sucked his bottom lip gently, kissed the corner of his mouth and was out of the door and into my own car before I half realized what I had just done. I started my car and drove away without looking back at a presumably very confused Justin.
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I was late for English. Which is my first period of the day. Mr. Lurden was either in a good mood, or I looked as tired as I felt, either way, he decided to let me off with a warning rather then my usual detention. I stumbled into my seat and managed to get my notebook out. Justin was sitting in front of me, two seats to the left. He looked back at me with an emotionless expression on his face. I smirked at him and he turned away.
I wondered if he was mad at me. He really had no reason to be, all I did was kiss him. The thought dawned on me. I had been trying to put it out of my mind the entire day. Why had I done it in the first place? I didn't know. I was pretty sure I wasn't gay, I liked girls and all. There was just something different about Justin, something that appealed to me, obviously in more ways then one.
I managed to catch Justin after class. I knew he had study hall this period. When I caught sight of him, I waited till he noticed me. I motioned for him to follow me. He did. I walked out the school doors and into the parking lot, where I sat down on a very well vandalized bench. Moments later Justin sat down slowly beside me; setting down a large pile of books. I picked up a notebook off the top of the pile and read a quote he had jotted on the front. 'Human freedom is to think for oneself and of oneself. Chaos is to think only of oneself. Crime is premeditated chaos. Therefore crime is freedom.' I looked back to Justin who took his book back off me and shoved it into a binder.
"That's some weird shit Pendleton." He only smiled. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I looked around us cautiously to make sure no one would observe us together.
"What do you want Richard?" Yeah, what did I want? I wasn't even sure anymore.
"Why? Are you in a hurry?" I asked smugly.
"W-what was last night all about?" I raised an eyebrow as if I didn't know what he was referring to. "Richard, you kissed me."
"Yeah I know." I said, as if it were nothing.
"But..you're not gay." Well, he may have been right, but that was one hell of an assumption. I took one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it to the ground. I exhaled slowly. Justin watched with mild amusement.
"How do you know I'm not? You're just jumping to conclusions." I paused, giving him space to speak. He said nothing. "And what about you? I don't see you defending your sexuality." He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I'm gay or not, so I've nothing to defend."
Ok, that made perfect sense. I hated him for that. I sat back against the bench and looked at the sky. I watched the clouds move slowly across the rain bound darkness beyond it. I sat for a long time like this. Finally I felt Justin's hand on my arm. I looked at him. I looked up at him. I was on the ground beside the bench. My head kind of hurt.
"What the hell?" I asked as I let him help me up.
"You passed out or something." My head was spinning slightly and I braced myself on Justin's shoulder until I got my balance back. Finally I stood straight and realized it was raining. I looked at my watch. We were missing class right now, and he wasn't even freaking out. Justin had his books in his arms, and was struggling to put his hair behind his ears.
"Let's leave." I said turning to the general direction I had parked my car in. "Want to go to the bluff?" I heard Justin follow me.
"Yeah sure." He responded quietly as I unlocked my car. He climbed into the passenger seat as I shut my door. I started the car and we silently drove to the Bluff in the rain.
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A/N ::: So Whatcha think? R&R please, criticism, positive or negative, is always welcome. This chapter has more substance then the previous one. For the better I hope. Well. Its 3 in the morning. I'm going to post this and bail. So yeah. Thanks to anyone who takes there time to read my writing. I appreciate it.
A/N ::: Ok, my second chapter. This is exciting. Well, its not. But you know, this is Duke world, I think differently. Taha. Ok, still Richard's POV, I still don't know where this is leading. And I warn, my mind is slightly elsewhere, we just got our power back, you know that big blackout which the Americans immediately assumed it was Canada's fault all the while it started in Ohio. I'm sorry. I love the U.S, but I hate that TV channel, they blame Canada for everything, what a bunch of pricks. Ok.anyways, here goes nothing, I hope this chapter isn't a disaster. R&R please.
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I pulled into the parking lot. Justin was already there. I pulled up next to his car and killed the engine. I wasn't sure what to do, or if there was something I was supposed to do. I did what I thought best and got out of my car and joined Justin in his own. After sliding into the passenger seat and closing the door; Justin still hadn't said anything.
"Look, Justin, its almost 4 in the morning and I... " I stopped when he turned to me; his face was a mask of sorrow. It looked as though he may have been crying. His jaw looked bruised and swollen, as if it had been hit with a great force. "Are you alright?" I asked cautiously. He shook his head slightly and started crying, putting his hands over his face.
I didn't know how to comfort him, or even if it was my place to do so. So I waited; and waited. When I thought he had stopped, I risked putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched from my touch. I sighed inwardly. I didn't even know why I was here. Justin and I aren't even friends. Yet, for some reason, I feel he is the only person I can truly connect to. I also knew that he didn't have anyone else to call. Just when I thought he was going to start crying again, he began to laugh. Not hysterically. Actually, with very little humor at all. It was more like a nervous laugh. The kind of sound to make a person uneasy.
"I shouldn't have called you. I'm fine, really I am." He quit laughing and looked directly at me, a wane smile on his face.
"Its alright." I responded quietly. "So.. what's this all about?" I dared venture.
"I'd rather not talk about it. Just the usual, you know? Family and such... " He looked at me; I nodded. I felt somewhat relieved. I was still curious, but thought best to leave well enough alone. Like myself I knew that Justin had a rough home life. Divorced parents, psychotic mother who doesn't seem to love him, or at least not care about him, at all. Sitting with my back against the door I preceded to watch Justin. He was seated in a similar position on the other side of the car, regarding my gaze. We sat like this for nearly half-hour, until I realized I had better get home before my parents woke.
"I should go." I said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah."
"You'll be at school today?" I asked.
"Aren't I always?" Yes, he was. I didn't answer, only smiled weakly; slightly unsure of myself. "Hey Richard..thanks." I leaned across the seat and kissed him roughly on the mouth. His lips were wet and tasted like tears. I sucked his bottom lip gently, kissed the corner of his mouth and was out of the door and into my own car before I half realized what I had just done. I started my car and drove away without looking back at a presumably very confused Justin.
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I was late for English. Which is my first period of the day. Mr. Lurden was either in a good mood, or I looked as tired as I felt, either way, he decided to let me off with a warning rather then my usual detention. I stumbled into my seat and managed to get my notebook out. Justin was sitting in front of me, two seats to the left. He looked back at me with an emotionless expression on his face. I smirked at him and he turned away.
I wondered if he was mad at me. He really had no reason to be, all I did was kiss him. The thought dawned on me. I had been trying to put it out of my mind the entire day. Why had I done it in the first place? I didn't know. I was pretty sure I wasn't gay, I liked girls and all. There was just something different about Justin, something that appealed to me, obviously in more ways then one.
I managed to catch Justin after class. I knew he had study hall this period. When I caught sight of him, I waited till he noticed me. I motioned for him to follow me. He did. I walked out the school doors and into the parking lot, where I sat down on a very well vandalized bench. Moments later Justin sat down slowly beside me; setting down a large pile of books. I picked up a notebook off the top of the pile and read a quote he had jotted on the front. 'Human freedom is to think for oneself and of oneself. Chaos is to think only of oneself. Crime is premeditated chaos. Therefore crime is freedom.' I looked back to Justin who took his book back off me and shoved it into a binder.
"That's some weird shit Pendleton." He only smiled. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I looked around us cautiously to make sure no one would observe us together.
"What do you want Richard?" Yeah, what did I want? I wasn't even sure anymore.
"Why? Are you in a hurry?" I asked smugly.
"W-what was last night all about?" I raised an eyebrow as if I didn't know what he was referring to. "Richard, you kissed me."
"Yeah I know." I said, as if it were nothing.
"But..you're not gay." Well, he may have been right, but that was one hell of an assumption. I took one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it to the ground. I exhaled slowly. Justin watched with mild amusement.
"How do you know I'm not? You're just jumping to conclusions." I paused, giving him space to speak. He said nothing. "And what about you? I don't see you defending your sexuality." He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I'm gay or not, so I've nothing to defend."
Ok, that made perfect sense. I hated him for that. I sat back against the bench and looked at the sky. I watched the clouds move slowly across the rain bound darkness beyond it. I sat for a long time like this. Finally I felt Justin's hand on my arm. I looked at him. I looked up at him. I was on the ground beside the bench. My head kind of hurt.
"What the hell?" I asked as I let him help me up.
"You passed out or something." My head was spinning slightly and I braced myself on Justin's shoulder until I got my balance back. Finally I stood straight and realized it was raining. I looked at my watch. We were missing class right now, and he wasn't even freaking out. Justin had his books in his arms, and was struggling to put his hair behind his ears.
"Let's leave." I said turning to the general direction I had parked my car in. "Want to go to the bluff?" I heard Justin follow me.
"Yeah sure." He responded quietly as I unlocked my car. He climbed into the passenger seat as I shut my door. I started the car and we silently drove to the Bluff in the rain.
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A/N ::: So Whatcha think? R&R please, criticism, positive or negative, is always welcome. This chapter has more substance then the previous one. For the better I hope. Well. Its 3 in the morning. I'm going to post this and bail. So yeah. Thanks to anyone who takes there time to read my writing. I appreciate it.