A/N: I have returned! --;;; I went on a little hiatus to write original
short stories as opposed to fanfics, what can I say? Would simply adore it
if any of you took a look over the stuff I have on fictionpress.net (hint,
wink, nudge).
Anyway, Jay is a hard person for me to write in the point of view of. Just thought I'd let you know, and also apologize if I get OOC. I think I may've mentioned this before, but I thought I'd mention it again as I get a little more into the slash in this fic.
I adore you all for your reviews. You guys are wonderful.
Less Than Zero
By Cradlerobber Speedo-kun
When I finally was able to stand, I found Cameron right away, and dragged him off to go drinking with me. He had been sulking in the parking lot because he had had an argument with Alex or some crap like that. I didn't even give him a chance to respond, just sort of shoved him in my car, told him what we were doing, and drove off.
Drown away the memory in the endless depths of alcohol. Woke up the next morning at home, and my father said something about a friend of mine bringing me home and saying I had gotten sick. The second lame-ass excuse in a space of four days. Great. But my father said nothing. Only that he seemed to be meeting a lot of my friends lately. Sorry, daddy dearest, but fairy-boy Dylan is not my friend.
Cameron was currently staring at me across the lunch table for some reason. Towerz was off with his girlfriend, some grade nine kid, teaching her about cars. What the fuck? Whatever. But this left me with Cameron, who still wasn't talking to Alex, and sitting in the dingy lunchroom wondering what the hell the thing in front of me was. And the fact that Cameron was giving me these really weird stares.
"Why the fuck are you staring at me like that?" I finally sneered, scowling at him. He ducked his head, and poked nervously at his food with a spork, "Uhh, nothing..." I frowned. Well, I'm not stupid, and it obviously was something. "Cameron, you obviously have a reason for it, so you better tell me." He looked up, but avoided my eyes. He coughed, and shifted, acting all the more suspicious. I was about ready to grab him and drag him over the top of the table to force the answer out of him when he finally spoke again, "You're not gonna like it. I shouldn't say it in here."
I glared at him. I scowled. I could hear Dylan laughing somewhere in the background. Ok, definitely need to get out of here. "Fine." I said it like it annoyed me that he wouldn't tell me otherwise, but it gave me a real reason to leave. I tossed away my lunch, whatever the hell it was, and walked out, knowing that Cameron would follow me. It was raining out, but I went outside anyway, knowing no one else would be there. If Cameron was so hell-bent on not having people overhear, then that was gonna be what he got, and screw him if he didn't like getting wet.
I turned around, water already sliding off the ends of my hair, "Well?" He avoided my gaze still, "Well... yesterday, when we were drinking, you got really fucking smashed, and some of the stuff you said..." He broke off, biting his lip and looking like an embarrassed 6th grader. "Cameron." I practically growled. I was moments away from slamming him into the wall and forcing him to tell me what the hell he was talking about.
"Ok, you said that Paige's brother had kissed you, and you liked it, and that you shouldn't've, but you did, and how he brought you home from the party when you got sick, and that you don't know why this is all happening, and that you don't like how Marco is always around him, and, uhh, yeah... that's pretty much it."
I stared. It had all come pouring out of him in a furious jumble of words, and I cursed myself for drinking and having loose lips. Cursed myself that I hadn't brought Towerz instead of Cameron. Sure, I don't want Towerz to know all that, but I'd much rather him know it than Cameron. Cameron, Cameron, Cameron. Stupid fucking Cameron.
I could barely breathe again. A five year old could probably take me down at the moment. I wouldn't even try to stop them. Next time I have anything to drink, I'm duct taping my mouth shut.
"Are... you...uhh, well... y'know, um... gay?" He said it, breaking my internal stream of thoughts. I glare, "No. That was the alcohol, don't be a dumb ass. You know it was, so why're you even asking? I've been with Alex. I'm not some fucking fag." He doesn't look very convinced, "Ye-ah... but, you didn't exactly fight for her. You just sorta gave her to me..."
I shove past him, leaving. I'm really pissed off, this godammed Cameron thinking he can just ask anything he feels like. Thinks he's entitled to know very fucking detail of my life. Thinks he knows me. Thinks I'm gay. If I ever said I liked that kiss, it was because I had too much drink. I didn't know what I was saying. It was just the rambling of a drunk.
"Jay!" His voice calls weakly after me, "JAY!"
Oh, just shut the fuck up. I'm going home.
Anyway, Jay is a hard person for me to write in the point of view of. Just thought I'd let you know, and also apologize if I get OOC. I think I may've mentioned this before, but I thought I'd mention it again as I get a little more into the slash in this fic.
I adore you all for your reviews. You guys are wonderful.
Less Than Zero
By Cradlerobber Speedo-kun
When I finally was able to stand, I found Cameron right away, and dragged him off to go drinking with me. He had been sulking in the parking lot because he had had an argument with Alex or some crap like that. I didn't even give him a chance to respond, just sort of shoved him in my car, told him what we were doing, and drove off.
Drown away the memory in the endless depths of alcohol. Woke up the next morning at home, and my father said something about a friend of mine bringing me home and saying I had gotten sick. The second lame-ass excuse in a space of four days. Great. But my father said nothing. Only that he seemed to be meeting a lot of my friends lately. Sorry, daddy dearest, but fairy-boy Dylan is not my friend.
Cameron was currently staring at me across the lunch table for some reason. Towerz was off with his girlfriend, some grade nine kid, teaching her about cars. What the fuck? Whatever. But this left me with Cameron, who still wasn't talking to Alex, and sitting in the dingy lunchroom wondering what the hell the thing in front of me was. And the fact that Cameron was giving me these really weird stares.
"Why the fuck are you staring at me like that?" I finally sneered, scowling at him. He ducked his head, and poked nervously at his food with a spork, "Uhh, nothing..." I frowned. Well, I'm not stupid, and it obviously was something. "Cameron, you obviously have a reason for it, so you better tell me." He looked up, but avoided my eyes. He coughed, and shifted, acting all the more suspicious. I was about ready to grab him and drag him over the top of the table to force the answer out of him when he finally spoke again, "You're not gonna like it. I shouldn't say it in here."
I glared at him. I scowled. I could hear Dylan laughing somewhere in the background. Ok, definitely need to get out of here. "Fine." I said it like it annoyed me that he wouldn't tell me otherwise, but it gave me a real reason to leave. I tossed away my lunch, whatever the hell it was, and walked out, knowing that Cameron would follow me. It was raining out, but I went outside anyway, knowing no one else would be there. If Cameron was so hell-bent on not having people overhear, then that was gonna be what he got, and screw him if he didn't like getting wet.
I turned around, water already sliding off the ends of my hair, "Well?" He avoided my gaze still, "Well... yesterday, when we were drinking, you got really fucking smashed, and some of the stuff you said..." He broke off, biting his lip and looking like an embarrassed 6th grader. "Cameron." I practically growled. I was moments away from slamming him into the wall and forcing him to tell me what the hell he was talking about.
"Ok, you said that Paige's brother had kissed you, and you liked it, and that you shouldn't've, but you did, and how he brought you home from the party when you got sick, and that you don't know why this is all happening, and that you don't like how Marco is always around him, and, uhh, yeah... that's pretty much it."
I stared. It had all come pouring out of him in a furious jumble of words, and I cursed myself for drinking and having loose lips. Cursed myself that I hadn't brought Towerz instead of Cameron. Sure, I don't want Towerz to know all that, but I'd much rather him know it than Cameron. Cameron, Cameron, Cameron. Stupid fucking Cameron.
I could barely breathe again. A five year old could probably take me down at the moment. I wouldn't even try to stop them. Next time I have anything to drink, I'm duct taping my mouth shut.
"Are... you...uhh, well... y'know, um... gay?" He said it, breaking my internal stream of thoughts. I glare, "No. That was the alcohol, don't be a dumb ass. You know it was, so why're you even asking? I've been with Alex. I'm not some fucking fag." He doesn't look very convinced, "Ye-ah... but, you didn't exactly fight for her. You just sorta gave her to me..."
I shove past him, leaving. I'm really pissed off, this godammed Cameron thinking he can just ask anything he feels like. Thinks he's entitled to know very fucking detail of my life. Thinks he knows me. Thinks I'm gay. If I ever said I liked that kiss, it was because I had too much drink. I didn't know what I was saying. It was just the rambling of a drunk.
"Jay!" His voice calls weakly after me, "JAY!"
Oh, just shut the fuck up. I'm going home.