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: I am back! I hate school, in my opinion it's a waste of time, but what fifteen year old kid wouldn't agree? Heh, yeah sorry I haven't updated aside from the homework I'm not... er that I AM doing I've been really busy. Bowling league sign up was saturday! I am happy... Anywho onto the story, and Instruction's cd is out now. Go fucking buy it! Heh it's called 'God Doesn't Care.' I love it and you will to... so go get it. Onto the story!
"I dare you to-go up to a cop and slap his ass," Kimi said smirking.
"Couldn't I get in trouble for that?" he asked, although it sounded as if he could care less.
"Probably, but who cares?"
"Fine, I'll do it. I'm thinking monday. School security guard!" He said grinning madly. "And if he asks, I'll say he had a fly on his ass-er butt."
"I don't think he'll believe you, but still good excuse." his brother said grinning, his fingers interlaced with Marks.
"Alright, Mark, truth or dare?" Tommy asked, grinning wickedly.
"Dare."
"Alright, I dare you to go to a random house with a rock and ask the person who answers if they lost their baby, and show them the rock."
"Done," he replied.
The five of them left the house and mark grabbed the rock and went up to a random house. The other teens watching him a good distance.
Mark slowy, but steadily lifted his hand and knocked firmly on the door. A few moments later a young woman, who looked about twenty-one, answered the door. She had long flowing blonde hair and stunning green eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice so soft and sweet.
"Well, I was walking down the street and I found something," he said after a brief silence. "I found your child." he finished showing her the rock.
The young lady stared at him blankly. Then after a few seconds of an akward silence, she slammed the door shut. Tommy, Kimi, Chuckie and Dil started to laugh as Mark walked over to them.
"That was fun," he commented throwing the rock on the ground.
"Let's play the game out here," Chuckie suggested.
"Sure," Tommy agreed.
'Now Mark and I can't hold hands,' Dil thought to himself, not knowing the same thing was running through Mark's head.
The five of the settled down on the grass in front of the Pickles' front yard. The sun slowly starting to set. The sky had swirls of orange, pink, and blue.
"Kimi, truth or dare?"
"Dare," she said smiling.
"Umm... I dare you to go up to that guy over there," he said pointing to some preppy looking guy. "And say, 'I hunger for some masculine salad. Any donations?'"
"Done."
She got up from the patch of grass she was sitting on and headed over to the guy; a sly smiling gracing her face. He turned and looked at her, giving her a disgusted stare.
'Guess he doesn't like girls in baggy pants,' she thought.
"I hunger for some masculine salad. any donations?" she asked licking her lips.
"Umm... no," he said staring at her weirdly and walking away.
She laughed lightly and walked back over to the others. A sly grin plastered on her face. The other kids were laughing as she walked up to them. The game continued on late into the night.[1]
"Dil, wakey wakey!" Tommy said in a sweet voice. "Trapt concert today!"
"Oh shit!" Dil said instantly wide awake. "Mark!"
"No no more bacon!" he exclaimed, much to Dil's amusement.
"Come on get up," he said trying to hide his amusment.
"I don't want to eat it, no more bacon!" He said as he opened his eyes.
"No more bacon?"
Mark looked at him, his cheeks slightly reddening. Dil laughed at that and give Mark a kiss on the nose. Which caused him to chuckle, and the other to beam with pride.
"Go shower," Dil demanded.
"Yes master."
The two brothers and Mark got ready and chilled around the house. Kimi came over a little later. They all settled down in the living room in silence.
"So, what do you want to do?" Dil asked breaking the silence that filled the room.
"I don't know," they all replied at random times.
"Where's Chuck?" Tommy asked, noticing his friend's absence.
"He says he has to do something today," she replied looking confused.
"He wouldn't tell me what though. He's been so secretive lately."
"I wonder why," Dil said as the others pondered Chuckie's weird
behavior.
"How much longer?" Mark whined.
"About six hours. I don't see why it has to start at nine," Tommy commented, also whining.
"Aww, who knows," he replied.
The four of them decided to drive down to the mall in hopes of finding something to do. They stayed there for a few hours, bored out of their minds, and headed back to the Pickles' house. Which was just as bad, because everything seemed to bore them.
"Arg, I'm bored!"
"Me too, let's go pay a nice game of hide and seek!"
"Eh, don't feel like it, how much longer?"
"About four hours, and twenty-five minutes with forty-five- no wait forty-four seconds," Tommy replied looking at his watch.
"Damn it! Why the fuck can't time hurry up?!"
"Don't know."
"We can always do homework," Chuckie said coming out of nowhere.
"Where the fuck did you come from?"
"Well you see my mother and father decided they loved each oth-" he said trailing off as he noticed the strange looks he was receiving. "I was over at a friends house."
"Alright, and why would we do homework?"
"Just a thought, what else do we have to do?"
"I'm not doing homework," Kimi said crossing her arms over her chest.
After about ten minutes of staring at each other in complete silence; they decided to do homework. It was better than cleaning Tommy and Dil's room, which was suggested just as the strange staring contest ended.
"I can't believe I'm doing homework on a saturday, right before a concert!" Kimi exclaimed looking up from her text book.
"Would you rather clean mine or Dil's room?"
"No-NO!" she said after a moment of comtemplating.
"What?! My room isn't that bad," Dil said then adding, "well not as bad as T's." After seeing a look on Mark's face.
Tommy mumbled something about the Romans catching everyone's attention. Feeling their glazes he looked up from his Latin notes.
"What?" he asked sounding lost.
"Nothing, nothing," they replied turning their attention to the work the laid before them.
At around 7:30 the kids stopped doing their homework and sat around the house. Dil and Mark where surfing the web, while Kimi, Tommy, and Chuckie where sitting on the couch watching TV.
"So tomorrow night we're telling your parents right?"
"That's the plan, hopefully," he replied.
"What do you mean 'hopefully?"
"I don't know if I really want to tell them; I'm scared," came the sad reply.
"Don't worry, you're parents are pretty understanding."
"Yeah, I know they've always been there for me, but still It's never been this serious."
"Just don't think about it," Mark replied in a calm soothing voice and pulled Dil on his lap. "We're in this together."
"I know, and I'm thankful for that," he said in a soft voice, before bringing their mouths together in a soft kiss.
Mark pulled away from him, his eyes scanning over the room. The teen in his lap looked up at him confused, then realization hit him and he started to smile. Which turned to snickering then to full belly laughs, that confused the rest of the kids in the room.
"Ummm, what just happened?" Tommy asked from his postion on the couch.
"Nothing, just something that amused me," his brother replied still chuckling. "Wow that was weird. Why did I find it so amusing?"
"Probably because you are the careful one, and you just did something really daring? I don't know."
"Yeah, right whatever," he replied before a message box popped up on his window. "Holy shit."
"What is it?"
"Someone on your screen name just sent me a message," Dil replied alittle freaked out. "It says, 'You haven't done what I told you to... I warned you."
"How the fuck did they get on my name? And why the fuck won't they leave us alone?"
"Tommy, come here," Dil said his voice shaking slightly.
"What is it?" the older teen asked walking up behind him. "What the fuck?"
The room went from a carefree nature to a tense one in a matter of ten seconds. Tommy stood there re-reading the message, his jaw set. Anger and worry shining brightly in his eyes. His body was tense and his hands were balled into fist on his sides.
'Please let me go to the concert still,' Dil thought.
"Mark who has access to your screen name?" Tommy asked, trying not to sound to mad.
"No one that I know of."
"Well I'm not sure if Dil should go tonight," he said.
"But T!" he whined.
"It's for your safety," came the hesitant reply.
"I'm going to the concert, no matter what you say. I'm going," the younger one replied stubbornly.
"How about if we keep him near us at all times, and if we go in the mosh pit then- we'll try to watch him," Mark suggested.
"Fine, but if we see anything that could harm him we get out of there and fast," Tommy said protectively. "I swear who ever is doing this is going to pay."
"T, do you think it's Phil and Lil doing this?" Chuckie asked coming up behind the three of them, startling them all.
"Don't do that, and it could be them."
"I just remembered something," Mark said. "I signed onto Phil's computer awhile ago. Is it possible for him to have my password saved on his computer somewhere?"
"Yes," Chuckie replied. "It might be them. Who would have thought Phil and Lil would do this, and to Dil. They were always so caring towards him, well almost always."
"Yeah I know, it makes me mad knowing they might be doing this to him."
"Oh well, it's almost eight, we should head out," Dil said grinning.
"This is gonna be so tight!"
"Yeah I know, let's get going," Tommy said grinning.
The all piled in Chuckie's van and headed toward a small night club on the other side of town. Chilled air, and a slightly dark sky surrounded them. The windows were rolled down and Trapt were blasting from the speakers. Excited murmurs filled the space, as everyone told the other about what they wanted to do and how much fun it would be.
"I wonder if we can somehow get backstage," Tommy said, his eyes held a mischievous sparkle.
"Do I smell a plan?" Dil asked noting the stare.
"Maybe, let's see how many people turn up tonight."
"Dil, your brother scares me sometimes," Mark whispered in his ear.
"Me too."
Tommy turned and glared at the two of them, before turning back and talking to Kimi. She looked back at the two boys and whispered a 'Help me.' They stifled a laugh and shrugged at her mouthing a 'Sorry.' This action went unnoticed by Tommy, who keep on talking.
Finally they arrived at the club, it wasn't that bad looking on the outside. It was painted black with huge flames going up the walls. A sign over head read, 'The Black Hole.'[3] They got into the short line that was forming, there was about two other people in the line. Which isn't surprising because they were about forty-five minutes early, and the band was still small.
Soon enough the doors to the club was opened and the kids walked down to another door, that would lead them into the actual club. The hall around them was a red color and another hall lead toward the back of the club. Curiously they wondered down the other hall, in search of other people. Hoping they would run into a band member, no such luck though. They were stopped by a guy were an Officals only shirt and escorted back to the line. The same two people were there, no one else had showed up.
The minutes ticked by and a few more people walked in, supporting band shirts or other gear. Nine P.M. came, and went; the kids growing impaient. The door opened and they all started to grin happily.
"When can we go in?" one of the people in front of them asked.
"Sound check is running a bit late. You'll be able to come in soon," the offical guy said. "You can blame this all on the opening band."
"They better play good," Kimi mumbled under her breath.
The offical went back into the room. The line grew longer, and the minutes ticked by. Another guy came up rolling a cooler of ice, and knocked on the door. A small squeak was made as the door opened allowing the guy with the cooler access. The kids in front begged to be let in. They were refushed, though. Growing bored, the kids started to converse with some other people.
Another guy came up to the door, and smiled at the kids.
"Hey let us in, please!" Kimi said.
"I can't," he replied frowning. "But I can see what's happening."
"Cute ass," Kimi said as he walked into the room.
"What was that?" Tommy asked.
"Umm... nothing?"
"Sure," he replied fake frowning. "Note to self: keep Kimi away from that dude."
"Oh shut it," she said laughing and slapping the back of his head lightly.
"Ow, I'm hurt. That hurts my chest!" he said putting his hand on his chest.
"You're such a fruit!"
"How many times do I have to tell you Dil. I am an apple, not a fruit."
"An apple is a fruit," Mark said sighing. "Not that again," he said fear clouding his eyes.
"Dil?"
"Chuckie?"
"Kimi?"
"Why?!" he exclaimed. "I've lost you all to the dark side-the bad dark side!"[4]
"Right," they said.
Whispers broke out among the crowd, the five of them recieving weird looks. Which resulted in them laughing and just laughing. The people took a step back from the insane kids and hoped that they weren't planning something dangerous.
The room fell quiet as the laughter died down. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. A sudden squeak from the door caused half the people to jump and look toward the door. The offical told them they could come in that the show will be on soon. Tommy looked down at the watch on his wrist it read 9:30.
"Thirty minutes late," he muttered to the others.
"Like I said this band better be fucking awesome."
The show started and the kids all surrounded the front of the stage. Most of the others up on the second floor looking down at the band. The club was dark and had small lights that hit the stage. Silence filled the room, then a guitar started to play then bass and drums. The room was soon vibrating and alive. Some of the people came down from the top and started a small mosh pitt. The kids of course had to join in and have some fun.
A little while later the band stopped playing and a small interlude happened. The first band came off stage and hung out with the five teens. Soon enough the second band came on stage. They weren't as good as the first band, but they still rocked.
After the second band got off they had another little interlude. Leaning up against the stage the kids spotted the lead singer of Trapt.
"Go up to him and bring him over here," Kimi said to Tommy.
"You go," he replied.
"No way," she said. "Mark, Dil, you two go."
"Fine," they said walking over to him.
"Hi, my friends and I were wondering if we can get a picture with you," Dil said grinning slightly.
"Sure," he replied walking over with them.
They groups of kids got some random guy to take the pictures. The lead singer was in the middle of the group smiling. The kids crowded around him, Tommy, Kimi, Chuckie on his left and Dil and Mark of his right side. A flash lit up the room, and the kids thanked him for the picture.
The rest of the band came out a few moments later. The kids got pictures with them too. Grinning madly, they all got ready for the performance. Up on stage, the band got ready to go on.
After about two minutes the room went dark and one light appeared on stage. They started out with Headstrong, and the crowd got wild. Another mosh pit started up, this time with more people. The teens, of course, had to join it. The next song performed was Stories. The rest of the night was really chaotic. They played, These Walls, Echo, Still Frame, The Game, Hallowman, Made of Glass, and New Begining. At the end of the show they hung out with the crowd again and give away picks, drum sticks, autographs, and stickers.[5]
At around two in the morning the kids finally got out of the club. Exhausted and happy the teens headed outside of the club. They walked over to Chuckie's van and stood outside for a moment. The cool air hitting their faces, which was a huge relief. After being in a hot and sweaty club for a few hours, it was like heaven.
"Come on guys, we gotta get home," Chuckie said unlocking the front door.
The kids all climbed in and got comfortable. Dil fell alseep with his head resting on Mark's shoulder, who had his arm wrapped around his waist. Tommy thanked god that nothing bad happened at the concert and that Dil had some fun before telling their parents. The car ride ended to soon and the kids were dreading the walk up to their houses.
Tommy, Dil, and Mark entered the Pickles' house, only to be greeted by a pissed of looking Stu and Didi. They ignored Tommy and Mark completely and started to glare a Dil.
"Dil we need to talk," they said in a icily voice.
'Shit, they know.' ran through his head. 'I'm so screwed.'
"We got a phone call," they began, ice still in their voices.
'Why is it always phone calls?'
"Is what they say true, Dil? Are you a gay-"
"Yes, it's true," he said cutting them off.
"Slut," they said.
"So you are sleeping with every guy in town?"
"What?! No!"
"Don't lie to us," Stu said yelling at him.
"I'm not lying to you," he protested.
"I'm so disappointed in you, my son," Didi said bursting into tears.
"But I'm not, I'm gay yes, but I'm not sleeping around. Mark and I are together," Dil explained.
"You two have been in your room-alone," his father said frowning.
"We didn't," Dil tried to explain.
"I can't belive it," his mother said sniffing. "My son a slut. I failed as a mother."
"I'm not," he tried again, weakly.
Dil's head was spinning, and wouldn't stop. He's parents looked at him, with such disappointment, such anger. He had to get out of the house, they voices full of hate. He rushed pass them, tears streaming down his face.
'Please let Mark be upstairs in my room.'
He was in luck, the living room was empty. His parents were yelling at him to get back; he didn't listen. Pulling open the door, Dil flung himself out into the cool air and keep running. His parents voices calling out from the distant, telling him they hoped he never came back. That he was nothing to them anymore, he was a disgrace to the family. That caused him to run faster and farther away.
Soon he slowed down and started to walk. Harsh sobs and gasping breaths filled the air. He never noticed the black van that drove up behind him. When pale hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him in the car, he noticed. Muffled screams and pleads for help soon replaced his sobs. The sound of a car door slamming and a car speeding soon followed.
Geeky had finally gotten Dil, and he wasn't going to let him get away. Dil looked over at his kidnapper and gasped-tried to gasp. There behind him was the one and only...
A/N: Don't you just hate me? Next chapter should be out soon. I didn't like how Stu and Didi acted... didn't seem real to me. I wrote it in a hurry. I do hope you liked this chapter though. Please review!
[1] All dares were actual ones that I have either had or given.
[2] I know nothing about computers and hard drives... So if that is wrong then oh well...
[3] Heh, that rhymed... head read. I amuse myself! Umm Shana decided on the name.
[4] won't let me do the dots in quotes anymore... so yeah there should be dots under each name...
[5] I don't own the Trapt cd so the songs I found online. I hope I got it right...
Review thanks:
Spice of Life: It's not nice to call your soul sis a fool, you fool! Hehe well yeah I tried to get this out before you have to leave, hopefully I did! hehe thanks for the review!
Ceci1: Hehe, if you guessed right you don't get anything. Well I might dedicate the chapter to you, or something like that. Hehe well thanks for the review!
Taekrsbass: G'night! Hehe well yeah you're review was short, but whatever. Thanks for it! Oh and sorry about any spacing mess up or stuff like that... My spacing got screwed up when I uploaded... ::sigh::
A/N2: Well yeah the next chapter might take awhile... I'm currently failing Latin so yeah... Anywho review! All reviewers get a big hug! ::grin:: Or some chocolate whatever they want. Hehe ok going now peace!
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