Science of Attraction-10
IceAngelDarkMoon
~~~~~~I am back from the dead!! I caught some bug that got me sick and then there was all the work I missed while I sat at home asleep! But I am back and hopefully my schedule will let up and let me update more often! ~~~~~~~
*****I still don't own any of Yu-Gi-Oh!! I don't own Linkin Park or any of the music lyrics I borrow in here! *******
AND TO ANYONE WHO HAS NOT NOTICED IT IS A SHONEN-AI STORY!!!!!
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Joey rushed home he had to get home, take a shower and wash his clothes all before his father got home. He could feel the mud start drying and making him stiff. He could feel the gazes of everyone he passed; they all had the same look confusion and shock. But Joey didn't really comprehend it he was thinking about what had happened at the park. He, Joey, had had a friendly mud fight with Seto and then against Malik and Marik! Who would have ever thought it? Joey reached his house in almost record time and headed straight to the laundry room.
Joey carefully took off his shirt and pants, making sure not to get mud everywhere (he took his shoes off at the door like any normal person would do!). He was now left in his boxers and socks. He put in the soap for his clothes and headed upstairs to take his shower, but he got interrupted halfway to the stairs. Someone was at the door, Joey sighed in frustration. He headed for the door and looked out the peep hole and gasped. There outside his door stood a muddied Seto. Joey would not have known that it was the young millionaire had he not seen the boys cerulean blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Joey asked as he flung open the door for Seto. They both stared at the other in shock, but for different reasons. "I thought you were late for Mokuba, and you are still covered from head to toe in mud! What are you doing here?" Joey asked still looking questioningly at Seto. Seto at the moment was staring open mouthed at the shorter blonde boy in front of him.
"J…Joey, where are your pants," Seto finally got out but he was still staring at Joey, "And where is your shirt?" Joey looked down at what he was wearing and flushed a dark crimson, and without his shirt on Seto could see the blush spread all over Joey!
"They're in the wash, like I was supposed to be. And stop your ogling, I told you, you wanted my body! I still have tot shower before my father gets home." Joey was talking to Seto but he was still blushing and now Seto was also blushing.
"I…I was on my way home, when I realized I grabbed your textbook from under the tree. I thought I better switch it back now before your father gets home and before school tomorrow. It would be kind of hard to explain how we switched!" Seto said as his voice started working again. He was still staring at Joey and Joey was enjoying it in a strange sort of way.
"Come on in for a moment as I get your textbook." Joey stepped back and allowed a still muddy Seto into his house. Joey disappeared into another room and Seto gazed at his surroundings. It was a small house and was nicely if sparsely decorated, and it would have been really nice had it not reeked of old beer. It almost burned his nose a little at the strength of the smell. 'Poor Joe' was what hit Seto; his father must be drunk almost every night for it to smell like this. Joey returned triumphantly holding the lost textbook.
"Here you go. I was wondering, how you found my house, you've never been here before?" Joey was truly puzzled at how the taller boy had found his house.
"I just followed the muddy footprints to your door, and hoped it was the right one." Seto said looking a little bit like an all-knowing adult. "You do realize that having puppy dogs on your boxers is not the best way to get me to give up your nickname?" Seto asked as he glanced at Joey's boxers. This time Joey turned crimson, then he gave Seto a wondering look.
"And what pray tell, were you doing looking at my boxers?" Joey looked at Seto sternly but Seto just laughed, and raised his eyebrows at the suggestion.
"See you tomorrow at school; I have to get home to Mokuba now!" Seto said as he raced off to get home to his little brother. Joey sighed at the lack of answer. He closed the door and finished going up the stairs and took his shower, the whole time thinking of Seto's eyes, the only clean thing about Seto during their conversation. (There was no point to this section except for Seto to see Joey in his boxers which have puppies on them and for Seto to see where Joey lives!)
After his shower Joey felt a lot better. Not only was he clean but his clothes were also finished and there was no way for his father to tell he had played in the mud. While he waited for his father to get home Joey got out his rough draft for the poem he had to write in Language Arts. He liked it; it was the only poem he had ever written that he liked. Joey then started the mind dulling task of editing the poem (can you tell that I hate, HATE editing and checking spelling?).
"Wha' are you goin' to fix or dinner, Jo?" Joey's father slurred as he burst through the door a little later. Joey cringed at the noise his father made and at the state of drunkenness his father had already achieved, before dinner even.
"I was planning on making fried rice. How does that sound?" Joey asked slowly as he quickly put all his work back in his book bag, his father hated messes and homework counted as a mess. Joey knew his father wanted him to find a job as soon as he graduated from college, but Joey really wanted to go on for more schooling after that, he would show to everyone that he was smart. Joey's father gave an agreeing sounding grunt and then started rummaging in the fridge for another drink. Joey knew he would get a beating that night and the faster dinner was the less it would hurt, usually. Joey cooked as fast as he could but his father had drained another two drinks in the time it took for Joey to cook and eat his dinner.
"Where do you think you're racing off to so soon?" Joey's father slurred as Joey tried to slip up the stairs. Joey knew that he was now going to get it.
"I was going to my room to sleep, sir." Joey added the respect as an afterthought. It was still early but he knew an early bed time was not threatening unlike his father.
"Don't you want to spend more time with your dear old dad?" His father asked tripping over every word in his drunkenness. He reached out and pulled Joey back into the room and then hit him hard. Joey was bracing himself for the next blow when the telephone rang. Joey silently thanked whoever it was for the slight save, maybe it would be enough to make his father loss interest. His father went unsteadily to the phone and picked up.
"Hello." He slurred into the phone and Joey did a mental check on his body. He found that his father had only giving him a really bad bruise, no cuts or broken bones were always a good sign. Joey had completely tuned out his father as he started for the stairs but his father's voice stopped him.
"It's for you, don't talk long. And tell the person not to call you at home again!" His last part held the threat of pain for failure to comply. Joey was still thankful for the person on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?" Joey asked uncertainly into the phone, he never really talked on the phone. He had no idea of who could be calling him and why.
"Hey mutt!" Was the answer to his response. It was none other than Seto, for some reason Seto sounded really relieved that Joey was on the phone.
"What are you calling for? And how did you get my number?" Joey was amazed at Seto lucky timing that had saved him that night. Seto chuckled into the phone at Joey's bewilderment.
"I called Yugi and asked him for it claiming to need to return something to you that you left while we worked on the project. He of course gave me the number and offered to take it to you himself. He really is a nice guy isn't he?" Joey was surprised to hear Seto finally admit to the fact that no one could resist the other boy's friendly nature.
"Of course he is he wouldn't be Yugi without being nice. Actually he has seemed a little spacey the last few days. But you still haven't answered 'Why' you were calling." Joey reminded the other boy, and again Seto chuckled.
"I have been given orders from Mokuba to invite you over for dinner tomorrow to celebrate our grade on the project. I really think he just wants to make sure you keep coming over, I think he likes you, although I'm not sure why." Seto teased Jo over the phone and Joey laughed at Seto's antics.
"That's not how it seemed the other day," Joey reminded the brunette playfully. Then answered the question, "Yes I would very much like to join you two for dinner tomorrow evening, but I'll need to be home by seven!"
"That's good, I'll tell Mokuba. I swear it seems like he almost knows what is going on between us. Are you alright?" The question seemed to come out of no where to Joey.
"Yea why wouldn't I be?" Joey asked really confused as to what Seto meant.
"I mean has your father done anything?" Seto seemed really worried and he dropped his voice as if trying to be quieter.
"Actually it's really weird; you called at just the right time to stop him from beating me. He only got one blow in, it really was great timing. But that reminds me, you're not to call me at home again, or I will be beat, father's orders." Joey knew he sounded like a teenager with the last part but he felt nothing like one he felt too old and worn to be that young (i.e. lived though a lot!).
"OK then 'I' wont call you again. I have to get going though; I'll see you tomorrow at school. You can walk home with me and we'll eat as soon as Mokuba gets home from soccer practice after school." Seto now sounded like the busy mother he never had and for some reason he stressed the word 'I'. Joey just dismissed it as he ended the call and retreated to his room for the night. He was very lucky that day he decided as he fell asleep. He hadn't been beat and he was going to have dinner with Seto the next night. And Mokuba he added.
TBC
I know that this was short and not much happened but it was all I had time for. I promise more updates soon, and the next time I update I will be one year older (happy birthday to me!). Please review and feel free to comment on the way the story is going! IADM