We Make Our Own Choices
Summary: Dil and Mark have been going out for three months. Things are going good until something happens, forcing Mark to realize that he is danger to Dil. Will he end it or will he ignore it? This contains slash... Please don't read it you don't like it... I don't like flames saying crap like 'Your story is sick' and crap like that.
Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot to add this to the first few chapters... oops! Well I don't own and if you do sue me all you will get a piece of paper with phone numbers on it.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Enjoy the chapter!!! That's all I have to say! Oh and sorry it took so long to the the chapter out... I blame school!
Tommy knocked softly on the door, Dil laughing lightly at a joke Tommy told him. They stood outside for a few minutes before Kira answered the door.
"Hi guys," she greeted cheerfully.
"Hi" they responded.
"Kimi and Chuckie are in the living room. Come on in," she told them in her soft voice.
"Thanks" they responded walking into the living room.
Kimi and Chuckie were sitting there watching Fuse. Oven Fresh was currently on.[1]
"Hey guys!" Tommy exclaimed, causing them to jump.
They turned to glare at Tommy and Dil, who were currently on the floor laughing.
"You guys should have seen you faces!" Tommy said, panting.
"Hahaha," said Chuckie dryly.
"So what are we doing today?" Dil asked.
"Wanna write music for the band?" Kimi asked.
"Why not," they replied.
Tommy and Dil ran home to get their guitar and bass. Tommy's guitar was black around the outside that faded to gray. It was a six string guitar. Dil's bass was pink and white. It was a five string bass. Both the guitar and bass were plastered with stickers.[2]
They returned two minutes later, ready to rock! The walked to Chuckie's garage and set up the stuff.
"Should we get Phil and Lil?" Kimi asked. "I mean they are still in the band, right?"
"Plus they still have to sing," Chuckie told them.
"I don't know, Dil what do you think?" Tommy asked.
"I guess. I mean Chuckie and Kimi are still friends with them, just keep them away from me," Dil said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Are you guys sure?" Kimi asked.
"Yeah" was the only response she got.
Kimi left the garage in search of the phone.
'Damn it!' she thought, pissed. 'Where the fuck did he put the phone?'
Kimi walked down the hallway and into Chuckie's room. The phone was lying on his bed.
"Why the fuck did he have the phone in his room?" she asked herself dialing Lil's number. "Yeah is Lil there? Yeah, we are having a band mee... yes you are still in the band. Hurry over!"
Phil and Lil arrived at the house a few minutes later. Phil had his guitar, which was a six strings and full white. It also had stickers plastered over it.
"Chuckie, Kimi," they said, knowing that they would get no response from either Tommy or Dil. "Hey, guys. Let's get started," Kimi told them.
They each sat on the chairs that were in the room.
"We were going to write some music for the newest song, but I think we should practice the ones we have first," Kimi said. "Alright let's do "Abandon, Alone!"
The song started out with a guitar intro. Soon the bass and drums joined in. Tommy started singing in his soft deep voice.
Abandon, alone
Can anyone see me?
Can anyone hear me?
I'm depressed, I know
I'm lost in this big black hole
Dil and Phil joined in for the chorus. Their voices coming together, sounding like one.
Will someone save me?
Will someone save me?
Will someone show me the light?
Show me the light
Tommy and Phil broke off and Dil sang this part, his voice full of emotions. Anyone who could hear him, knew the words came from the heart. Tears filled his eyes as he sang, it was truly scary knowing he held this much pain.
Right now, it dark
Lonely and gone
No warmth in sight
So dark, so cold
Where are you now?
Why did you leave?
Please come back to me
Tommy and Phil joined in at the chorus, voices rising and lowering pitches. All in rhythm and in harmony.
Will someone show me?
Will someone show me?
Will someone help me, save me?
Help me, save me
Phil broke out and let Tommy and Dil finish the song. Their voices so similar, yet so different. Blending perfectly, sounding like one person.
Pull me from my black hole
Full of self hate,
Lost in memories of the happier times
No one cares
I'm Abandon, alone
Someone please save me
Before it's to late...
Bass and drums stopped playing, leaving the guitars again. The song ending just like it started. They looked out at each other, like they always do after playing that song. Tears were in Dil's eyes, and Tommy looked worried. The others looked at them, knowing full well what the song was about.
"That song keeps getting better and better!" Kimi exclaimed breaking the
depressing silence. "Let's work on "Hopeless and Gone" now!"
The band continued practicing before Tommy and Dil were called him. [3]
"How was your day, boys?" Stu asked.
"It was good, the band is getting better," Tommy replied.
"Dil, honey, are you alright?" Didi asked.
"Huh? What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Why?" he replied.
"You haven't touched your food. Are you coming down with something?" Didi asked, putting her hand on his head. "You don't have a fever."
"I'm just tired," he told her, tapping his foot.
"Go ahead and go upstairs," Didi told him.
"Thanks mom," he responded getting up.
"I'll bring some food up later," she called after him. Then she turned to her older son. "Tommy keep an eye on him."
"I will mom. I'm going to go talk to him now," he told her.
"Ok."
Tommy cleared his place at the table and rushed upstairs. He opened Dil's door and walked in. Dil was sitting on his bed staring into nothing.
"What's up?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing really. Just drained I guess," Dil responded.
"Want me to call Mark for you?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Thanks T."
"No problem bro," he replied getting the phone.
Mark was watching an IMX re-run when the phone rang again. He slowly got up from his spot on the couch and answered the phone.
"What?" he asked.
"Nice greeting," Tommy replied on the other end.
"Sorry, someone just pranked here awhile ago," he replied.
"Yeah, look Dil wants to talk to you," he said.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, he's just a bit depressed again."
"Alright put him on then! You fruit."
"Why does everyone call me a fruit?!"
"CAUSE YOU ARE!" Mark heard in the background.
"I'm not a fruit... I'm an apple! Here's Dil!" Tommy told them handing the phone to Dil.
"Hey!" Mark greeted excitedly.
"Hi!" Dil replied just as hyper.
They talked for awhile, before Mark's dad came home.
"Hold up a second," Mark said.
"Alright."
Mark sat the phone down and walked over to his father.
"Father, can I have a guest over for dinner tomorrow?" he asked, nervously.
"Who?"
"A friend of mine."
"Ok sure why now," he answered, with an evil glint in his eye.
"Thanks father," Mark replied, not noticing the evil look.
Mark hurried back to the phone. He picked it up, hoping Dil was still there.
"Ok, I'm back."
"I missed you!"
"My father said you can come over for dinner tomorrow," he told him.
"Are we going to tell him?"
"Yes, go ask your parents if you can eat over."
"I already did. They said yes."
"Cool... I'm sorry but I have to go. Father has that look in his eye. I'll talk to you later! Bye!"
"Bye," Dil replied as Mark hung up the phone. "Tommy!"
"Yes Dil?"
"What do I wear tomorrow?"
"Dickies and a button down shirt. I have it picked out already!" Tommy exclaimed, pulling Dil over to his room.
There lying on the unmade bed was a pair of Dickies and a button down shirt. The Dickies were black and double stitched at the knee. The button down shirt was black at the bottom that faded to a gray toward the top.
"Wow," Dil told him grinning.
"It's not too dressy, but it's still kind of formal!" Tommy exclaimed, proud of his choice of clothes.
"I agree. Now, I'm probably not going to get to bed tonight. I'm going to be worried about tomorrow's dinner!" Dil said, grinning.[4]
"Don't worry about the dinner. You two will be fine!" Tommy told him. "Now put the clothes on, I want to see how they look."
"Yes, oh great one!"
"Shut up and go put the clothes on."
Dil put the clothes on and walked back into the room. He walked around the room, trying to act like a model. Tommy was on the floor laughing at his brother's act.
"Nice," Tommy said, after regaining his breath.
"Thanks. I'm going to go get change and attempt to go to bed," Dil told him walking out of the room.
"Night bro!" Tommy called down the hall.
"Night!" he replied walking into his room and closing the door.
Dil took the clothes off and hung them neatly in his closet. He climbed into his bed and turned to his side. He looked into the night's sky, it was a deep midnight blue. The stars were shining brightly, and the moon was full. Sighing deeply, Dil turned on his back and looked up at his ceiling.
He slowly fell into a deep sleep. The next morning was torture for Dil. Tommy, Kimi, Chuckie, and him were going driving today. A day of peace was needed for the four.
"Dil!" Tommy exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry your lazy booty up!"
"I'm coming, you are so impatient!"
"No duh. Chuckie and Kimi are waiting!"
"Just give me five more minutes! My hair won't stay up!"
"Do you need help?"
"No! Do you have anymore gel?"
"Yeah, it's in my room!"
"Thanks, T."
"No prob, just hurry up!"
"Ok, ok."
Five minutes later Dil came down the stairs supporting spikes going to the side and a mohawk. [5]
"Nice," Tommy commented. "Let's go get Kimi and Chuckie."
"So are you happy with Kimi?" Dil asked.
"I'm so happy! I think I'm falling in love with her," Tommy said, sighing deeply.
"That soon?"
"We've known each other our whole lives."
"That's true... but remember once you say the three words, there is no taking it back!"
"Yeah I know. Come on! I have a question, but I'll ask you outside." Tommy told him walking outside.
"Ok, is it that bad?"
"No. It's about you and you know!"
"Oh ok then." Dil replied getting in the car.
Tommy honked the horn three times, telling Chuckie and Kimi that they were ready to leave.
"Anyways, Dil, do you love Mark?" Tommy asked.
"I don't know, I've thought about it lately. I think I might, but it's too soon to tell." Dil explained. "I mean we've been together for about four months now, I'm not sure. I know I like him and he means a lot to me."
"That's sweet." Tommy said before the car door opened. Kimi and Chuckie climbed in the backseat.
"So where are we going?"
"Driving around."
"This should be fun."
Tommy pulled out of the driveway and started to drive in no particular direction. They passed by Mark's house, which Dil looked out the window, hoping to see him. No one noticed the jealous glint in Chuckie's eye.
"Hey is that Sam and Harold?" Dil asked.
"Yeah," Chuckie said looking down.
"Chuck, you still like her don't you?" Kimi asked poking Tommy in the back of the head.
"Yeah," he replied.
They blasted Story of The Year throughout most of the drive. Dil got all jumpy when he saw a cow. He also mistaken a tree stump for a deer.[6] Tommy, Kimi, and Chuckie all made fun of him for the rest of the drive.
They got home about 4:30 and Dil was getting more and more nervous about the dinner. He had to be at Mark's house by 5:30. Chuckie went home to watch a movie and Kimi stayed with Tommy. Both of them were trying to calm Dil and get him to breathe.
Mark was getting his clothes ready for the dinner. He picked out black double stitched knee Dickes and a black button down. At his house you had to dress up for dinner. He was currently changing his lip ring to a stud when the phone rang. He got up and answered, his parents were out getting stuff.
"Hello?" he said, calmly.
"You better break up with him soon," the voice said, the same one as last time.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Mark demanded.
"He will die if you don't."
"Fuck you!"
"I will go after him, than you... beware!" The voice said before the line went dead.
'Ok this is starting to get freaky.' he thought to himself.
5:00 came too fast for Dil, he was walking around his room. Tommy and Kimi following him, trying everything in their power to calm him down. He stopped walking and when over to Tommy and Kimi and give them a hug.
"Thanks guys," he said smiling. "I'm going to go now."
"Good luck!" they said, grinning.
"Thanks," he replied leaving the room and going out to his car.
He got in and turned the radio on. System of A Down's Chop Suey was on. Dil was lost in his thoughts, and it felt like he got there in one second.
He slowly got out of his car and walked up the path and knocked on the door. He stood there for a few seconds before Mark answered, looking troubled. Dil noticing the look asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a stupid prank caller," he replied grinning. "My parents still aren't home. Dinner is ready, and they should be back soon."
"Ok. What do we do until they get home?" Dil asked, in an almost too innocent voice.
"We can go up to my room and 'study!'" Mark suggested with an evil glint in his eye.
"Sounds like fun," Dil told him.
They went up the stairs holding hands. They walked into Mark's room, which was messier than the last time he was there. The bed was unmade and soda cans littered the area. His school books were all over the place. The only thing that seemed to be in the proper place was his bass guitar. It looked like Dil's except his was black instead of pink.
"You're room looks better," Dil commented. "And to think I actually cleaned mine."
"You were always the thoughtful one!" Mark said laughing.
Dil jumped onto the bed laughing. His head propped up by one of the pillows. Mark let out a growl before pouncing on him.
"Heh, you looked like a little kitty!" Dil exclaimed.
"Meow," he replied.
"You're my kitty! I shall call him, Kitty!"
"If I'm you're kitty than you're my duck!"
"Deal!" Dil exclaimed pulling his 'Kitty' down for a kiss.
"MARK!?" a deep voice yelled from downstairs.
Sighing deeply, Mark got up from the warm body of his 'Duck.'
"I'm upstairs, Dil is here!" he yelled back. "Come Duckie!"
"Ok Kitty!" Dil said giggling.
Mark kissed him one last time and grabbed his hand pulling him downstairs.
"Hi Dil," Mark's mom greeted forcing a smile.
"Hi," Dil replied.
Dinner was really uneventful, Mark made roast beef, potatoes, and corn. Mark's parents were ignoring the two teens completely. Mark and Dil were trying to find the perfect time to tell them. Right before desert was served did they decide to tell them.
"Mother, Father," Mark said, his voice holding no emotion.
"Yes son," his father replied.
"I... uhh have something to tell you," he said.
"Well what is it boy!" he father demanded.
"It's well... uhh," Mark stuttered.
"WHAT?!" his father yelled.
"You see, Dil and I are going out," he said in a quiet voice.
"Whatever," he replied turning to talk to his wife.
"That's it? No yelling, no nothing?" Mark asked, confused.
"I, for one, don't care," he replied.
"Oh ok," he replied.
Dil sat there watching and then dropped his fork. He dived under the table to retrieve it. Mark looked up and saw his father glaring at Dil, hatred in his eyes.
'Probably mad because he dropped his fork,' Mark thought to himself. "Father, may we be excused?"
"Yeah, whatever," he replied.
"Is Dil spending the night tonight?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, sure I don't care." he replied. "I'm going out later on tonight. I have to pick up something for work. You're mom is going to a friends house tonight."
"Ok Father," Mark replied walking up to his room, Dil following behind him.
"That was quite interesting," Dil commented.
"Yeah, I'm surprised he reacted that way. It's like he doesn't care."
"Don't worry about it, come on let's go down to my house to get my stuff."
"Yeah, alright."
"I'm going to drive."
"Ok."
The two walked out of the house and into Dil's car. Dil grabbed Mark's hand for the ride. They sat in complete silence, content with just being together. They arrived at the Pickle's household and walked in. Tommy and Kimi were making out on the couch. Dil snuck up behind them and tapped each on the shoulder.
"Hi guys!" he exclaimed.
"What the fuck? DIL?!" Tommy exclaimed falling off the couch.
"Hi Tommy. Dinner went fine," Dil commented. "Tell mom and dad I'm staying over there tonight."
"Will do," he replied.
Dil ran upstairs to get his stuff, leaving Mark downstairs.
"So, did it really go that good?" Tommy asked.
"My father didn't really care," Mark replied.
"That must hurt," Kimi said.
"Not really, I'm happy he doesn't care."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for awhile before Dil came bouncing down the stairs.
"You just bounced down the stairs, Dil. Do I want to know what you two are planning to do tonight?" Tommy asked in a joking voice.
"You don't want to know," Dil replied laughing. "Come on Mark."
"Bye guys!" Mark said leaving the house.
The drive back to the house was in silence again. Mark's dad was already gone when they got home. Mark and Dil went upstairs for another make-out session and a good cuddling.
Miles away in an abandon warehouse, three guys were plotting...
"We can get him at the concert. The one the little geeky kid told us about," a deep voice said.
"The Trapt concert? And I am not a geek!" another voice responded in a higher, squeakier voice.
"Yes, and you are!"
"You fu..."
"Don't finish the sentence. You want the little weird boy right?!"
"Yes... b..."
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" a third voice said, icily. "This evil plot isn't about him getting the weird kid. It's about getting the two to break-up!"
"You're right," the two responded.
"I'll get more information," Geeky said. [7]
"Boss, are we getting him at the concert?"
"It matters, my boy. It matters," he said crackling evilly.
The three guys left the warehouse in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts.
A/N: Who are the three dudes in the warehouse? Who is the person that keeps calling Mark? I don't know... you tell me! Review with your guesses! I already had one person guess... and I enjoy torturing her with my knowledge!!!! ::evil laugh:: I'm so evil!!!!!
[1] I love Fuse!!!! I like don't really like Oven Fresh, but it does play some awesome new bands... Like Billy Talent... and I think Story of The Year was on it... I recommend buying Story of The Year's cd... I don't own the Billy Talent cd... yet...
[2] I'm pretty sure you people know there are seven string guitars... right? And bass guitars can have many strings... I'm not sure how many strings is the max though... If anyone knows tell me! I just had to tell you people what they looked at... I just had to! ::grins:: The ready to rock thing was really corny...
[3] I haven't written a song called "Hopeless And Gone" yet... I did write "Abandon, Alone." I know the song sucks... You don't have to tell me that... It was originally a poem, but I added a few lines making it a song...
[4] I wanted to end the chapter there... but I decided to be nice and write on!
[5] Think of Benji's hair in the... well I don't remember if it was in a music video... If you have the GC poster with him and the pink mohawk with little spikes sticking to the side... then that hair style... except Dil's are longer!
[6] I did that driving down the SC... I lived in Vegas and there were no deers and I really wanted to see one... It's not my fault the stump looked like one... Boy did my family have a field day with that one... They enjoy bringing it up when I have... well I don't have many friends here...
[7] Can you tell who it is? I bet you can! You know this is a lot of numbers! I hope that helps develope the plot... what do you think?
A/N: You wanna know something funny? I wrote the ending before the beginning... I have a weird habit of doing that... ::grins:: And no one has told me if they wanted a story explaining how they got together! Well on to the review thanks!
Review Thanks!:
Benji's Riot Gurl: Thanks for the review... I like biology, but it's kinda boring with only five people in the class... Hopefully I can pull a B in the class... Tommy will soon forgive... hopefully... It matters if I decide to be evil or not... ::innocent grin:: You get nice pretty black guitar pick!
Witchytara25: Sorry? lol You can have two stuffed bunnies!!!! ::grin:: Yep yep I know! Thanks for the review! And thanks for editing my story! ::Grin::
DreamQueen110 (Spice of Life): This chapter is for you! I tortured you a lot... I'm still not telling!!!! ::grin:: And don't worry you aren't going to die! lol Thanks for the review!
A/N: Uhh... man I lost the high score in bowling... I now must beat a 203... and I will BEAT it!!!!!! ::evil laugh:: Ok that was special... I'm gonna go now... It always seems that my A/N's are longer than the actual chapter... which is probably true! ::innocent grin:: Aim: FucEmotions... Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 Like I said before chapters will be coming out slowly. And I need to know if you guys want another story (on how they got together). Do you feel you can put up with another story by me?
Summary: Dil and Mark have been going out for three months. Things are going good until something happens, forcing Mark to realize that he is danger to Dil. Will he end it or will he ignore it? This contains slash... Please don't read it you don't like it... I don't like flames saying crap like 'Your story is sick' and crap like that.
Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot to add this to the first few chapters... oops! Well I don't own and if you do sue me all you will get a piece of paper with phone numbers on it.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Enjoy the chapter!!! That's all I have to say! Oh and sorry it took so long to the the chapter out... I blame school!
Tommy knocked softly on the door, Dil laughing lightly at a joke Tommy told him. They stood outside for a few minutes before Kira answered the door.
"Hi guys," she greeted cheerfully.
"Hi" they responded.
"Kimi and Chuckie are in the living room. Come on in," she told them in her soft voice.
"Thanks" they responded walking into the living room.
Kimi and Chuckie were sitting there watching Fuse. Oven Fresh was currently on.[1]
"Hey guys!" Tommy exclaimed, causing them to jump.
They turned to glare at Tommy and Dil, who were currently on the floor laughing.
"You guys should have seen you faces!" Tommy said, panting.
"Hahaha," said Chuckie dryly.
"So what are we doing today?" Dil asked.
"Wanna write music for the band?" Kimi asked.
"Why not," they replied.
Tommy and Dil ran home to get their guitar and bass. Tommy's guitar was black around the outside that faded to gray. It was a six string guitar. Dil's bass was pink and white. It was a five string bass. Both the guitar and bass were plastered with stickers.[2]
They returned two minutes later, ready to rock! The walked to Chuckie's garage and set up the stuff.
"Should we get Phil and Lil?" Kimi asked. "I mean they are still in the band, right?"
"Plus they still have to sing," Chuckie told them.
"I don't know, Dil what do you think?" Tommy asked.
"I guess. I mean Chuckie and Kimi are still friends with them, just keep them away from me," Dil said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Are you guys sure?" Kimi asked.
"Yeah" was the only response she got.
Kimi left the garage in search of the phone.
'Damn it!' she thought, pissed. 'Where the fuck did he put the phone?'
Kimi walked down the hallway and into Chuckie's room. The phone was lying on his bed.
"Why the fuck did he have the phone in his room?" she asked herself dialing Lil's number. "Yeah is Lil there? Yeah, we are having a band mee... yes you are still in the band. Hurry over!"
Phil and Lil arrived at the house a few minutes later. Phil had his guitar, which was a six strings and full white. It also had stickers plastered over it.
"Chuckie, Kimi," they said, knowing that they would get no response from either Tommy or Dil. "Hey, guys. Let's get started," Kimi told them.
They each sat on the chairs that were in the room.
"We were going to write some music for the newest song, but I think we should practice the ones we have first," Kimi said. "Alright let's do "Abandon, Alone!"
The song started out with a guitar intro. Soon the bass and drums joined in. Tommy started singing in his soft deep voice.
Abandon, alone
Can anyone see me?
Can anyone hear me?
I'm depressed, I know
I'm lost in this big black hole
Dil and Phil joined in for the chorus. Their voices coming together, sounding like one.
Will someone save me?
Will someone save me?
Will someone show me the light?
Show me the light
Tommy and Phil broke off and Dil sang this part, his voice full of emotions. Anyone who could hear him, knew the words came from the heart. Tears filled his eyes as he sang, it was truly scary knowing he held this much pain.
Right now, it dark
Lonely and gone
No warmth in sight
So dark, so cold
Where are you now?
Why did you leave?
Please come back to me
Tommy and Phil joined in at the chorus, voices rising and lowering pitches. All in rhythm and in harmony.
Will someone show me?
Will someone show me?
Will someone help me, save me?
Help me, save me
Phil broke out and let Tommy and Dil finish the song. Their voices so similar, yet so different. Blending perfectly, sounding like one person.
Pull me from my black hole
Full of self hate,
Lost in memories of the happier times
No one cares
I'm Abandon, alone
Someone please save me
Before it's to late...
Bass and drums stopped playing, leaving the guitars again. The song ending just like it started. They looked out at each other, like they always do after playing that song. Tears were in Dil's eyes, and Tommy looked worried. The others looked at them, knowing full well what the song was about.
"That song keeps getting better and better!" Kimi exclaimed breaking the
depressing silence. "Let's work on "Hopeless and Gone" now!"
The band continued practicing before Tommy and Dil were called him. [3]
"How was your day, boys?" Stu asked.
"It was good, the band is getting better," Tommy replied.
"Dil, honey, are you alright?" Didi asked.
"Huh? What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Why?" he replied.
"You haven't touched your food. Are you coming down with something?" Didi asked, putting her hand on his head. "You don't have a fever."
"I'm just tired," he told her, tapping his foot.
"Go ahead and go upstairs," Didi told him.
"Thanks mom," he responded getting up.
"I'll bring some food up later," she called after him. Then she turned to her older son. "Tommy keep an eye on him."
"I will mom. I'm going to go talk to him now," he told her.
"Ok."
Tommy cleared his place at the table and rushed upstairs. He opened Dil's door and walked in. Dil was sitting on his bed staring into nothing.
"What's up?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing really. Just drained I guess," Dil responded.
"Want me to call Mark for you?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Thanks T."
"No problem bro," he replied getting the phone.
Mark was watching an IMX re-run when the phone rang again. He slowly got up from his spot on the couch and answered the phone.
"What?" he asked.
"Nice greeting," Tommy replied on the other end.
"Sorry, someone just pranked here awhile ago," he replied.
"Yeah, look Dil wants to talk to you," he said.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, he's just a bit depressed again."
"Alright put him on then! You fruit."
"Why does everyone call me a fruit?!"
"CAUSE YOU ARE!" Mark heard in the background.
"I'm not a fruit... I'm an apple! Here's Dil!" Tommy told them handing the phone to Dil.
"Hey!" Mark greeted excitedly.
"Hi!" Dil replied just as hyper.
They talked for awhile, before Mark's dad came home.
"Hold up a second," Mark said.
"Alright."
Mark sat the phone down and walked over to his father.
"Father, can I have a guest over for dinner tomorrow?" he asked, nervously.
"Who?"
"A friend of mine."
"Ok sure why now," he answered, with an evil glint in his eye.
"Thanks father," Mark replied, not noticing the evil look.
Mark hurried back to the phone. He picked it up, hoping Dil was still there.
"Ok, I'm back."
"I missed you!"
"My father said you can come over for dinner tomorrow," he told him.
"Are we going to tell him?"
"Yes, go ask your parents if you can eat over."
"I already did. They said yes."
"Cool... I'm sorry but I have to go. Father has that look in his eye. I'll talk to you later! Bye!"
"Bye," Dil replied as Mark hung up the phone. "Tommy!"
"Yes Dil?"
"What do I wear tomorrow?"
"Dickies and a button down shirt. I have it picked out already!" Tommy exclaimed, pulling Dil over to his room.
There lying on the unmade bed was a pair of Dickies and a button down shirt. The Dickies were black and double stitched at the knee. The button down shirt was black at the bottom that faded to a gray toward the top.
"Wow," Dil told him grinning.
"It's not too dressy, but it's still kind of formal!" Tommy exclaimed, proud of his choice of clothes.
"I agree. Now, I'm probably not going to get to bed tonight. I'm going to be worried about tomorrow's dinner!" Dil said, grinning.[4]
"Don't worry about the dinner. You two will be fine!" Tommy told him. "Now put the clothes on, I want to see how they look."
"Yes, oh great one!"
"Shut up and go put the clothes on."
Dil put the clothes on and walked back into the room. He walked around the room, trying to act like a model. Tommy was on the floor laughing at his brother's act.
"Nice," Tommy said, after regaining his breath.
"Thanks. I'm going to go get change and attempt to go to bed," Dil told him walking out of the room.
"Night bro!" Tommy called down the hall.
"Night!" he replied walking into his room and closing the door.
Dil took the clothes off and hung them neatly in his closet. He climbed into his bed and turned to his side. He looked into the night's sky, it was a deep midnight blue. The stars were shining brightly, and the moon was full. Sighing deeply, Dil turned on his back and looked up at his ceiling.
He slowly fell into a deep sleep. The next morning was torture for Dil. Tommy, Kimi, Chuckie, and him were going driving today. A day of peace was needed for the four.
"Dil!" Tommy exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry your lazy booty up!"
"I'm coming, you are so impatient!"
"No duh. Chuckie and Kimi are waiting!"
"Just give me five more minutes! My hair won't stay up!"
"Do you need help?"
"No! Do you have anymore gel?"
"Yeah, it's in my room!"
"Thanks, T."
"No prob, just hurry up!"
"Ok, ok."
Five minutes later Dil came down the stairs supporting spikes going to the side and a mohawk. [5]
"Nice," Tommy commented. "Let's go get Kimi and Chuckie."
"So are you happy with Kimi?" Dil asked.
"I'm so happy! I think I'm falling in love with her," Tommy said, sighing deeply.
"That soon?"
"We've known each other our whole lives."
"That's true... but remember once you say the three words, there is no taking it back!"
"Yeah I know. Come on! I have a question, but I'll ask you outside." Tommy told him walking outside.
"Ok, is it that bad?"
"No. It's about you and you know!"
"Oh ok then." Dil replied getting in the car.
Tommy honked the horn three times, telling Chuckie and Kimi that they were ready to leave.
"Anyways, Dil, do you love Mark?" Tommy asked.
"I don't know, I've thought about it lately. I think I might, but it's too soon to tell." Dil explained. "I mean we've been together for about four months now, I'm not sure. I know I like him and he means a lot to me."
"That's sweet." Tommy said before the car door opened. Kimi and Chuckie climbed in the backseat.
"So where are we going?"
"Driving around."
"This should be fun."
Tommy pulled out of the driveway and started to drive in no particular direction. They passed by Mark's house, which Dil looked out the window, hoping to see him. No one noticed the jealous glint in Chuckie's eye.
"Hey is that Sam and Harold?" Dil asked.
"Yeah," Chuckie said looking down.
"Chuck, you still like her don't you?" Kimi asked poking Tommy in the back of the head.
"Yeah," he replied.
They blasted Story of The Year throughout most of the drive. Dil got all jumpy when he saw a cow. He also mistaken a tree stump for a deer.[6] Tommy, Kimi, and Chuckie all made fun of him for the rest of the drive.
They got home about 4:30 and Dil was getting more and more nervous about the dinner. He had to be at Mark's house by 5:30. Chuckie went home to watch a movie and Kimi stayed with Tommy. Both of them were trying to calm Dil and get him to breathe.
Mark was getting his clothes ready for the dinner. He picked out black double stitched knee Dickes and a black button down. At his house you had to dress up for dinner. He was currently changing his lip ring to a stud when the phone rang. He got up and answered, his parents were out getting stuff.
"Hello?" he said, calmly.
"You better break up with him soon," the voice said, the same one as last time.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Mark demanded.
"He will die if you don't."
"Fuck you!"
"I will go after him, than you... beware!" The voice said before the line went dead.
'Ok this is starting to get freaky.' he thought to himself.
5:00 came too fast for Dil, he was walking around his room. Tommy and Kimi following him, trying everything in their power to calm him down. He stopped walking and when over to Tommy and Kimi and give them a hug.
"Thanks guys," he said smiling. "I'm going to go now."
"Good luck!" they said, grinning.
"Thanks," he replied leaving the room and going out to his car.
He got in and turned the radio on. System of A Down's Chop Suey was on. Dil was lost in his thoughts, and it felt like he got there in one second.
He slowly got out of his car and walked up the path and knocked on the door. He stood there for a few seconds before Mark answered, looking troubled. Dil noticing the look asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a stupid prank caller," he replied grinning. "My parents still aren't home. Dinner is ready, and they should be back soon."
"Ok. What do we do until they get home?" Dil asked, in an almost too innocent voice.
"We can go up to my room and 'study!'" Mark suggested with an evil glint in his eye.
"Sounds like fun," Dil told him.
They went up the stairs holding hands. They walked into Mark's room, which was messier than the last time he was there. The bed was unmade and soda cans littered the area. His school books were all over the place. The only thing that seemed to be in the proper place was his bass guitar. It looked like Dil's except his was black instead of pink.
"You're room looks better," Dil commented. "And to think I actually cleaned mine."
"You were always the thoughtful one!" Mark said laughing.
Dil jumped onto the bed laughing. His head propped up by one of the pillows. Mark let out a growl before pouncing on him.
"Heh, you looked like a little kitty!" Dil exclaimed.
"Meow," he replied.
"You're my kitty! I shall call him, Kitty!"
"If I'm you're kitty than you're my duck!"
"Deal!" Dil exclaimed pulling his 'Kitty' down for a kiss.
"MARK!?" a deep voice yelled from downstairs.
Sighing deeply, Mark got up from the warm body of his 'Duck.'
"I'm upstairs, Dil is here!" he yelled back. "Come Duckie!"
"Ok Kitty!" Dil said giggling.
Mark kissed him one last time and grabbed his hand pulling him downstairs.
"Hi Dil," Mark's mom greeted forcing a smile.
"Hi," Dil replied.
Dinner was really uneventful, Mark made roast beef, potatoes, and corn. Mark's parents were ignoring the two teens completely. Mark and Dil were trying to find the perfect time to tell them. Right before desert was served did they decide to tell them.
"Mother, Father," Mark said, his voice holding no emotion.
"Yes son," his father replied.
"I... uhh have something to tell you," he said.
"Well what is it boy!" he father demanded.
"It's well... uhh," Mark stuttered.
"WHAT?!" his father yelled.
"You see, Dil and I are going out," he said in a quiet voice.
"Whatever," he replied turning to talk to his wife.
"That's it? No yelling, no nothing?" Mark asked, confused.
"I, for one, don't care," he replied.
"Oh ok," he replied.
Dil sat there watching and then dropped his fork. He dived under the table to retrieve it. Mark looked up and saw his father glaring at Dil, hatred in his eyes.
'Probably mad because he dropped his fork,' Mark thought to himself. "Father, may we be excused?"
"Yeah, whatever," he replied.
"Is Dil spending the night tonight?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, sure I don't care." he replied. "I'm going out later on tonight. I have to pick up something for work. You're mom is going to a friends house tonight."
"Ok Father," Mark replied walking up to his room, Dil following behind him.
"That was quite interesting," Dil commented.
"Yeah, I'm surprised he reacted that way. It's like he doesn't care."
"Don't worry about it, come on let's go down to my house to get my stuff."
"Yeah, alright."
"I'm going to drive."
"Ok."
The two walked out of the house and into Dil's car. Dil grabbed Mark's hand for the ride. They sat in complete silence, content with just being together. They arrived at the Pickle's household and walked in. Tommy and Kimi were making out on the couch. Dil snuck up behind them and tapped each on the shoulder.
"Hi guys!" he exclaimed.
"What the fuck? DIL?!" Tommy exclaimed falling off the couch.
"Hi Tommy. Dinner went fine," Dil commented. "Tell mom and dad I'm staying over there tonight."
"Will do," he replied.
Dil ran upstairs to get his stuff, leaving Mark downstairs.
"So, did it really go that good?" Tommy asked.
"My father didn't really care," Mark replied.
"That must hurt," Kimi said.
"Not really, I'm happy he doesn't care."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for awhile before Dil came bouncing down the stairs.
"You just bounced down the stairs, Dil. Do I want to know what you two are planning to do tonight?" Tommy asked in a joking voice.
"You don't want to know," Dil replied laughing. "Come on Mark."
"Bye guys!" Mark said leaving the house.
The drive back to the house was in silence again. Mark's dad was already gone when they got home. Mark and Dil went upstairs for another make-out session and a good cuddling.
Miles away in an abandon warehouse, three guys were plotting...
"We can get him at the concert. The one the little geeky kid told us about," a deep voice said.
"The Trapt concert? And I am not a geek!" another voice responded in a higher, squeakier voice.
"Yes, and you are!"
"You fu..."
"Don't finish the sentence. You want the little weird boy right?!"
"Yes... b..."
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" a third voice said, icily. "This evil plot isn't about him getting the weird kid. It's about getting the two to break-up!"
"You're right," the two responded.
"I'll get more information," Geeky said. [7]
"Boss, are we getting him at the concert?"
"It matters, my boy. It matters," he said crackling evilly.
The three guys left the warehouse in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts.
A/N: Who are the three dudes in the warehouse? Who is the person that keeps calling Mark? I don't know... you tell me! Review with your guesses! I already had one person guess... and I enjoy torturing her with my knowledge!!!! ::evil laugh:: I'm so evil!!!!!
[1] I love Fuse!!!! I like don't really like Oven Fresh, but it does play some awesome new bands... Like Billy Talent... and I think Story of The Year was on it... I recommend buying Story of The Year's cd... I don't own the Billy Talent cd... yet...
[2] I'm pretty sure you people know there are seven string guitars... right? And bass guitars can have many strings... I'm not sure how many strings is the max though... If anyone knows tell me! I just had to tell you people what they looked at... I just had to! ::grins:: The ready to rock thing was really corny...
[3] I haven't written a song called "Hopeless And Gone" yet... I did write "Abandon, Alone." I know the song sucks... You don't have to tell me that... It was originally a poem, but I added a few lines making it a song...
[4] I wanted to end the chapter there... but I decided to be nice and write on!
[5] Think of Benji's hair in the... well I don't remember if it was in a music video... If you have the GC poster with him and the pink mohawk with little spikes sticking to the side... then that hair style... except Dil's are longer!
[6] I did that driving down the SC... I lived in Vegas and there were no deers and I really wanted to see one... It's not my fault the stump looked like one... Boy did my family have a field day with that one... They enjoy bringing it up when I have... well I don't have many friends here...
[7] Can you tell who it is? I bet you can! You know this is a lot of numbers! I hope that helps develope the plot... what do you think?
A/N: You wanna know something funny? I wrote the ending before the beginning... I have a weird habit of doing that... ::grins:: And no one has told me if they wanted a story explaining how they got together! Well on to the review thanks!
Review Thanks!:
Benji's Riot Gurl: Thanks for the review... I like biology, but it's kinda boring with only five people in the class... Hopefully I can pull a B in the class... Tommy will soon forgive... hopefully... It matters if I decide to be evil or not... ::innocent grin:: You get nice pretty black guitar pick!
Witchytara25: Sorry? lol You can have two stuffed bunnies!!!! ::grin:: Yep yep I know! Thanks for the review! And thanks for editing my story! ::Grin::
DreamQueen110 (Spice of Life): This chapter is for you! I tortured you a lot... I'm still not telling!!!! ::grin:: And don't worry you aren't going to die! lol Thanks for the review!
A/N: Uhh... man I lost the high score in bowling... I now must beat a 203... and I will BEAT it!!!!!! ::evil laugh:: Ok that was special... I'm gonna go now... It always seems that my A/N's are longer than the actual chapter... which is probably true! ::innocent grin:: Aim: FucEmotions... Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 Like I said before chapters will be coming out slowly. And I need to know if you guys want another story (on how they got together). Do you feel you can put up with another story by me?