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Author's Notes: -creepy music playing in the background- She's baaccckk! Dear Lord I thought I was going to die without the Internet. I almost went into with drawl. But I'm back now!
Marco: Goody.
Wow! Look! Look at all of those reviews! And to think, I thought no one was going to read this!
Spinner: Wait...you thought?!
Such lovely reviews, and one stupid flame that made sense. All right, review responses, then on to the story!
Fucted up Kid: Inuyasha is fun. You probably mean Kagome. I don't like her...-twitches- But I only watch the show for the Sesshomaru moments, because I want to put him with Miroku. -coughs- Oh and their not on there yet, but Bankotsu and Jaktosu -he's gay on the show, and sadistic, I love him- too. My friend is obsessed with Harry Potter, so I think I know what you're talking about. Isn't a Veela like someone who whenever people meet them they always fall in love with them or something? -blinks- No, I would never think you were copying off of me! Good luck with the story, it sounds interesting, and I can't wait to read it if and when you do post it. Oh, are you going to make Marco the Veela? That'd be amusing. Oh and Mest rules. Sadly I only have on CD, but I'm working on my collection! The Killers are one of my new favorite bands. 'Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight!' Lol. I'll see if Marco can get you an autographed pic, kay? Oh and don't worry about cute, clueless little Spinner. I've plans for them. This chapter was supposed to include the date (yes, Marco did say yes, don't hate me because I'm beautiful...err...I mean sadistic) but I got carried away. The next chapter will be the whole date, and some other...well I can't tell you or I'd ruin it!
Enigmus: Don't worry, Marco and Spinner will get together, because they are soul mates and I say so. Slade is just here for...well you'll see what he's for later. Thanks for reviewing!
jasmine: Yes, curse Dylan. He's pretty and all, but Marco and Spinner belong together. And there are other -few, very, very, very few- Spin/Marc ficlets out there. I have many of them on my favorites list. A little crazy is always good! I hope you did like the rest.
Bridget N: I'll be missed. Cool! Yeah, I like Paige/Ellie. I got into that the first time I saw 'Whisper to Scream'. And I read Pretty Girl, which has only fueled my little mission to bring them together in all sorts of different fiction. And the move went...fine. I was outside for five minutes through the entire thing and got sunburned. -curses- Darn my ghostly pale complexion...
Cyanide Anytime: I'm glad you don't hate me. I don't handle rejection well! I love writing cliffhangers. Such great fun to torment you all...muwhahaha...-cough-
anjel919: I would love to see the look on my old English teachers face if she read this. -giggles- Oh, and in answer to your question; Marco does have pretty good control on mind speak, and mind read, he just doesn't like to violate people like that. He's been violated a lot psychically -in the end of Pride, and lots in this lovely fiction- and he doesn't want to do that to someone else. I thought about having him go into Spinner's mind, but I want to keep him in character as much as I possibly can, and Marco seems like the type who wouldn't want to go into someone's mind unless he really had to. lol, it would be like another world! A more dirty, naughty world filled with him violated Marco -in more ways than one- thought. Actually...that might not be so bad. You think I'm fascinating? lol! Most people think I'm boring, to be perfectly honest. Guess that's just cause they've never read any of my fiction. You think I have another personality too? Well I do. See there's one that likes Marco slash, one side that likes Ellie slash, one side that likes Marco and Ellie slash...
torian princess: Cliffy's are fun! Glad you like this story, and here is more galore! oooo...I rhymed...And yep, I'm 14. Not old enough to drive but old enough to get a moped. I have to make a friend to get one first thought. -sulks- It's so much easier making friends whilst writing perverted angsty slash then in real life. I kind of like the Ashley/Ellie, at times, but I'm more of a Craig/Ashley person, and I felt the compulsive need to slash Ellie with someone. And so...here we are. I'm going to write a story centering around the Paige/Ellie pairing one day, and dedicated to all those who love slash! I'm glad you like this, and your comment made me blush. I don't mind long reviews; I eat 'em like Recess. Recess for breakfast...
Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Duckies: You reviewed bunches! Yay you! I'm trying to answer them all in this one response, so it might be a tad bit long. The turtles rule. I was an obsessed turtle and Power Ranger kid. Scary. Oh and hey, random fact; the dude who played the Black Ranger -I think it was that one- also did the voice of Wolfwood from Trigun. Moving was hard work. We're still not done yet. Oh and today I had to go get that damn Hepatitis B shot, and now my arms are sore, and I still have to lift all these heavy boxes. Oh hey, is your fic that 'Fit like a Gloves' or something one? I was reading something like that, but never could review it. I'm glad I inspired you! I feel special! Ah yes, Slade totally gives off Bishounen vibes! I love bishies...-drools- You know if Marco was anime, he would be a total bishie! In fact, he is sort of bishie like now. I do love Marco angst. There's some in this chapter, so you'll be set! You liked chapter 6, ne? -chuckles- Yeah, that was meant to be funny, but I honestly didn't know if anyone was going to get the humor in it. -blushes- You think I could write original ficlets? Aww, how kind. I might one day, if I ever get around to it. It'll probably be a slash filled werewolf story with lots of angst and demented humor. -coughs- And the hypnotized story will be called 'Adventures in Babysitting', after that old movie I think. I want to finish it before I post it, since it will probably be short. Heh....thanks for the review...s...
fox eye: This chapter is long too. How the crap do I write all this? -shrugs- But I do love the cliffs. Their right next to the ocean...
Isdule07: Here is your update! -giggles- Wow, loath is a strong word! I won't have many more cliffhangers. Maybe one or two or three or four or seven. Not many left!
KinseySix: You can't beat Slade up! I need him for a few more chapters! If you can hold out until then, you can borrow him for a punching bag. Well...after I'm done with him. -whistles- lol, love your reviews. Oh and we don't even have to wait for Spin to defile Marco -although he will, so don't worry- for Paige and Ellie to become 'friends'. You'll just have to read this chapter. Oh and hey I'm updating; this means you need to go write another chapter for Pretty Girl. I mean like...now. Please? My bargaining skills aren't nearly as tough as yours. But I slaw! Who can resist the wonderful lure of cole slaw? Hmm...no one! Yeah, so if you write more of your story, not only will I update, I'll give you a years supply of cole slaw, delivered to you by our very own...Manny the slut Santos! Now that's an offer you couldn't refuse!
Your-sins-into-me: Vampy guy -1/3 vampy guy- is cool. I do love him. -giggles cause she's the only one who knows who he is- I get why you're asking, and hey you never know, it might be Slade. You'll just have to read to find out!
almost-never: You're moving too? That's very....odd. But cool, in a freaky way. We got our phone Monday, but we didn't have a computer until Tuesday. It took me a long time to write this chapter because I can't type on a lap top worth crap. Plus my arm is sore from lifting crap and getting that damned shot...-twitches- I don't like needles, especially when their being stuck into my arm. I'm glad you liked the chapter. And hey, you quoted! I love it when people quote some of the things from my fic. I feel so special! I found it a very highly amusing conversation for Marco to have with Mozzy. Hope you enjoy this as well!
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Chapter Nine: Subtle
I lift my chocolate milk up from the tray, slurping what little remains through the straw as I try to ignore the cold eyes on my neck. My eyes drift to stare at one of the trashcans in the corner, and I force myself not to turn my head. As I do this, I have the strange urge to whistle inconspicuously, even thought I don't have anything to be inconspicuous about, and I'm kind of still slurping, so whistling is really out of the question.
After a few more moments of this, I decide that trying to avoid him is pointless, and kind of ridiculous, since I don't even know why I'm to nervous to face him anyway. With a sigh I put the milk carton back on the tray and turn to face him. I look him straight in the eye, and tell myself to be strong. I don't have to answer to him. It's none of his business what I do with my life. I can take this opportunity to let him know that I am not a child, and I don't need him to look out for me; I can let him know that he has no right to try to control me. This isn't any of his business, and I will let him know that.
"What was I supposed to say?" I whine pitifully, giving him some sad eyes, hoping that this ploy on my adorableness will get him to stop glaring at me like he's about to break his lunch tray over my head. Hey, it works with Ellie.
He continues glaring, and I find that my resolve -as well as my puppy eyes- is melting away as he does. I look away from him, barely noticing as Craig, Jimmy and Hazel approach our table and take a seat. I look around at them, hoping that maybe they'll know what happened to Paige and Ellie. Last time I saw them, they were storming off down the hall into the caf, but when Spinner and I got here, they were no where to be found. Weird...
"So, what's up?" Craig asks us as he puts his tray down and plops into a seat beside Hazel.
Tearing her gaze away from Jimmy, she looks at me, then shifts her eyes around the table. "Where's Paige?" She asks.
I shrug my shoulders, absently grabbing my fork and beginning to play with my green beans...which are really more of a yellow color than green. Eww.
"Hey Spin, are you gonna eat those potatoes?" Jimmy asks, his spork -you know, those crosses between a spoon and a fork?- already hovering closely to the potatoes in question.
"How about 'Hell no, you stuck up little bitch,'?" Spinner says. I think it's directed at me, as an answer to my earlier question.
A silence settles over the table, one so tense that I can practically hear the jaws of the people sitting around us slacking. I look up to see them all staring at Spinner, looks of confusion written on their faces. Hazel looks like she's about to punch him, as does Jimmy, while Craig just sits there, a bit wide-eyed.
"...so...can I have them?" Craig asks bit apprehensively.
Spinner pulls his -angry- gaze away from me to look at the other occupants of our table. He gives them a funny look, now appearing just as confused as they are. "When did you guys get here? Hey! Get your freaky sporks the hell away from my potatoes!"
Craig and Jimmy both quickly pull their sporks away from a rather irritated Spinner -who is now holding his straw in a defensive position above his tray- and his potatoes. I look over at Hazel, who is laughing slightly as she watches them.
"No! Don't! Okay, okay! I promise not to touch your potatoes...just...don't!" Craig yells desperately.
Spinner smirks a little and moves his milk carton -which was hovering over Craig's oh-so-precious green apple jello- back to his own tray. "I knew you would see it my way," he says.
"You're sadistic," Craig informs him, glaring as he pulls his tray towards him protectively.
These people are way too attached to the cafeteria food.
"What's up with you today man?" Jimmy asks. "Is it that time of the month?" He laughs a bit at his own joke before Hazel elbows him in the rib cage, causing him to let out a small yelp of pain.
She glares at him, her eyes narrowed as she speaks seriously. "That is nothing to joke about."
I look back across the table to Spinner, who has currently resumed his 'I'll-just-stare-Marco-to-death' campaign. "I'm sorry! I couldn't just say no. I mean, he seemed really excited, and it's The Killers, and...and he..." I trail off, unsure of what else to say. I can tell by the way he's looking at me -the way he has been looking at me for the past ten minutes- that he's pretty upset with me, not that I completely understand why.
"Say no to what?" Craig asks me as he not-so-discretely begins edging his eating utensils towards Spinner's tray once again. I give him a quizzical look, silently wondering why he would be going after Spinner's food after his jello had been threatened. Grinning to me, he makes a motion towards the corner of his tray -the small compartment where the jello in question was located- which I see has been completely cleaned out.
After a moment -and resisting the urge to laugh, or hit him over the head- I open my mouth to respond to him, but instead Spinner cuts in, a question of his own rolling off his lips; after he, of course, nearly stabs Craig in the hand with his fork.
"You guys know that Slade guy, the one in grade 12?" he asks them all.
Jimmy nods, taking a sip of his Diet Coke before responding. "He's the one that's been tutoring you, right Marco?" he asks me.
I nod my head in the affirmative, wondering if I should just say something now, or let Spinner continue. I guess I should just let him talk, right? I mean, maybe if I do, I can find out why he's so angry.
"Oh, that guy!" Hazel says, a slightly dreamy look crossing her face. "The one with the eyes?"
With a slight grin -and probably a blush too- I shake my head again. The two of us share goofy smiles for a moment, before Jimmy coughs, lightly poking Hazel in the shoulder, bringing us both out of our daydreams.
"You mean the guy Marco's been borderline obsessed with for the past month or so?" Craig says. "I saw him at Hobby Lobby the other day. Cool guy, knows a lot about nuts." We all stare at him for a moment. He takes a sip of his Cherry Coke, then looks around at all of his. He sighs heavily, shaking his head quickly. "I mean nuts, like the nuts and bolts? The tools! Honestly you guys..."
"Hey," I say, blushing a bit darker now. "I am not borderline obsessive!"
He raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then how do you explain the fact that you practically stalk him?"
I begin to answer him, but instead my gaze travels towards a rather irritated -and surprised- looking Spinner. I try to give him a rueful smile, which turns into nothing more than a small pout when he glares at me. All right, now I know what you're thinking, and no, I don't stalk Slade. It hasn't been that long since I've had a date.
See, Craig and I were at the mall a couple of weeks ago, looking at some new amps and stuff at Michaels Music Mania -great name, right?- and guess who we just happened to see. Slade. I was going to say hi to him, but by the time I worked up the nerve, he had already left. So, Craig being the great guy he is -and because he wanted to look for some type of gift to give to a certain 'goth' he knows- came with me, and we spent some time -two hours- wandering around the mall to find him.
So it sounds stalker...ish...but it's not.
"I'm not finished," Spinner says, well, more like hisses through clenched teeth. We all turn our attention away from our own conversations to look at him. After a moment passes, and he's sure he has all of our attentions, he speaks. "Well, this Slade guy..."
"With whom Marco is obsessed."
"Craig, I am not obsessed!"
"Are too."
"I am not."
"You so are."
"I'm not!"
"...asked Marco out," he finishes, banging his hand on his table, causing Craig and I to stop our argument.
I look around to see each of them blink at him. After several moments of saying nothing -and doing nothing, except for staring at him blankly- Jimmy makes a movement with his hands, motioning for him to continue with his little story. Spinner merely throws his own hands up in the air, signaling that he is finished, and asking why they aren't yelling me at me right about now. Craig gives another heavy sigh, then narrows his eyes a bit, indicating that Spinner is completely over reacting, and that if my obsession has asked me out, he should be happy for me, instead of being such a jerk.
I'm very skilled in the ways of sign language slang.
"Hey!" I yell indignantly. "I am not obsessed!"
Craig blinks slightly, then scoots a few inches away from me. "I never said you were..."
"Yeah well, you glared it..." I tell him, trailing off slightly.
He gives me a weird look, shaking his head. "You're...freaky." He looks across the table at Spinner. "And you're just as freaky as he is."
I decide that arguing with Craig is kind of pointless right now; besides, there is the more pressing matter of Spinner. I don't know what is wrong with him. On one hand, I get why he's so angry.
He and Slade aren't exactly best friends; it was like hate at first sight, or something. Their personalities are kind of alike, in ways, so it makes some kind of sense that they wouldn't exactly mesh. I even get the fact that Spinner is jealous. No, he's not jealous because he's like, in love with me or anything -I realize that fact, and I accept it; and it's not like I'm in love with him, cause I'm not, so just stop accusing me of things- but he's jealous because Slade is kind of taking his place.
It's hard to explain, and kind of weird, but I get it. I have the same thing with Paige. It's like, every time I see them together, I get this little ache, almost like a tug at my heart strings, because the more he is with her, the less he belongs to me.
Wait...that came out sounding so wrong, and kind of possessive.
Before, Spin and me were close; like really close. Like, brothers, or something. I looked up to him, and trusted him, and just all around felt like I belonged with him.
As friends. God...that didn't come out right either...
Then I came out to him, and it all just went away; evaporated into thin air. It hurt; it cut and it stung, the way he could just turn his back on me, pretend like I was nothing to him, without even giving me a second look. I guess I had invested too much into the friendship, built it up on a pedestal, and I probably shouldn't have. I held it to me like a lifeline. When my parents became too much, when pretending, when the lies, when everything was falling apart, he would be there. Even Ellie couldn't always do that. She's still my soul mate, and I love her completely, but she has her own life. Not that Spinner doesn't have his own life, it was just that I was such a big part of it, I could count on him.
The time when we weren't friends, when he would barely even look me in the eyes, was one of the most painful times for me. And then, somehow, bit by bit, we started building ourselves back up. Slowly but surely we started to become friends again. So now, we're making up for the time lost. He won't admit it -I won't ask him to- but I know that he was hurting just as much as I was during that time. When we got back together...as friends...everything was a lot better, but we weren't nearly as close as we used to be. I tried everything I could to get us back to that place, and he's been like, Super Friend, always doing whatever he can to help me out and make up for his prickishness.
So when I'm drooling err...I mean hanging out with Slade, it upsets him; more so because he doesn't really like Slade that much. And when he's with Paige, it does the same thing to me. It's a weird sort of jealousy, but it's there, in both of us, and I hate making him feel like that. I never want to hurt him; I would never want to put him through the hell that I went through when he turned his back on me.
On the other hand, I thought he might be a bit happier for me. Considering he has been playing Super Friend, I would think that being supportive about my new love interest would fall in with that. But hey, what do I know? I have no idea how his mind works.
"Spinner," I tell him, looking across at him to meet his gaze. I give him a sort of pleading look, forgetting that there are people sitting around us who don't understand the whole Super Friend and weird jealousy thing as I silently asking him to calm down. "I get why you don't want me to go out with him, you know I do. And plus, you hate him. But...can't you let me live my life? It's my decision whether I want to go with him or not."
"So what? My opinion doesn't matter?" he asks.
"Don't," I tell him softly, and he lets out a sigh. "Just don't be mad at me because I like someone you hate."
His shoulders drop a bit, and he's not as tense as he was a few moments ago. "Those aren't the reasons," he tells me. "I'm not going to lie, I do hate him. He's a stupid, stuck up, lying, manipulative, ugly prick. But the fact that I hate him isn't why, either."
I tilt my head slightly, gaze softening a bit. He doesn't really like acknowledging this. Not our friendship, but how deep it goes. He doesn't like to let anyone know that he holds me as a lifeline as much as I do him. "Then why?" I question.
"Because he's a stupid, stuck up, lying, manipulative, ugly prick. Duh. Weren't you listening to what I just said?"
I roll my eyes slightly, but can't help but grin. I can tell his resolve is melting. The jealousy is still there, just like it will probably always be. Until the gap between us is filled, each of us is going to be just a bit jealous of anyone who is taking up the others time; it's just the way it will be. Once everything is back to normal, though, we won't have to be so...paranoid. As soon as everything is secure, and we're sure we won't loose each other again.
That sounded so gay, didn't it? You know what I mean though.
"He's nice," I tell him. "He's like, incredibly sweet and sensitive. Plus he's cute," I tease.
"I have to agree with Spinner," Craig says. I snap my attention over to him, blushing slightly when I remember there are other people here. "I've heard some bad things about this Slade guy."
Spinner grins, reaching forward to give him a small high five. "Thank you dude."
"Don't encourage him," I say.
"Seriously," Spinner begins, "the guy is bad news. He has a reputation. He's a total player. Love 'em and loose 'em; that's the way the dude works. You know Taylor McCarthy? Well, he dated him for a little while."
Craig leans a bit, crossing his arm over the table. "You mean the Taylor McCarthy who's been on anti-depressants for the past month?"
Spinner nods in the affirmative. "Yeah. I heard he fell for Slade, like hard, then as soon as they did the deed, Slade tossed him out before he even got his boxers back on."
"He's not on anti-depressants," Jimmy interjects. "He's always like that. And I heard that he and Slade dated, but he was the one who tossed Slade out."
"No way," Craig says.
I look at them all, my eyes darting from face to face. "How do you people know all of this stuff?" I ask them.
Ignoring Craig and Jimmy -which is probably a good idea, since I don't think they have any idea what their talking about- Spinner continues. "Look, Marco, you know what I mean, right? Slade is bad news."
I nod. "Yeah, I know. You just don't want me to get hurt. But I'm fine Spin, really. You are going to be totally embarrassed when I come back from our date and tell you all that he was the perfect gentlemen. Just you wait and see."
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It's Friday, finally! Not that I've been just waiting for this night to come, or anything. No...I've got more important things to do. Like homework, spells, potions, and angsting over certain people. But no more, because -for tonight anyway- I am just a normal teenage boy, going out with another normal teenage boy. I find myself smiling as I practically frolic down the hallway.
What can I say? Well, I think Kurt Cobain said it best when he said 'I think I'm just happy'. And hey, I have a right to be happy. Spinner's not angry with me anymore for accepting Slade's invitation -just as long as I promise to give him excrutaiting details of our date so he can know if he needs to kill Slade for something later-, I've been doing much better with my spells, I got my room back, and I haven't seen or heard from dream guy in a while.
Which, to be honest, kind of freaked me out at first. Yes, I know he's probably evil and everything, but for a long time -when I had come out to Spinner, right after my bashing and everything, when I didn't really have anyone else- he gave me a twisted sense of comfort. He would be there, holding me, whispering to me as he did. I never really understood what they were before, so I could always just imagine that he was there to help me out with things; to give me support in my dreams when I couldn't get them in real life. Now that I know what he's saying -and what he's doing- I don't necessarily feel 'comforted' by him in any way, shape, or form. Well...except for that last time. It reminded me of the other dreams, the ones before he was cutting me and laying claims on me; when he was just there, holding me and soothing me, no daggers or molesting being involved in any other way.
I kind of miss that, in a sick, demented sort of way.
And that is just one of the man reasons that I need to get out tonight. I just need to get my mind away from everything, and everyone.
As I make my way to the front doors, I spot Spinner standing at the entrance. My grin widens and I lift my hand to wave at him, but stop when I see the slightly angered expression on his face. I look around, seeing everyone else caught up in their own conversations, with no one really paying attention to him. I near him, hoping that I might be able to help with whatever is bothering him. On closer inspection, however, I see Paige standing in front of him, the expression of anger and frustration mirrored on her own face.
"You're blowing me off for the vampire queen?" Spinner says angrily, one hand raised and gesturing just outside the glass doors. I stand on my tip toes -I can't see over Spin; curse my shortness- to see Ellie leaning against the hand rails of the steps, biting her lower lip in a nervous fashion as she chews on her nails.
Paige narrows her eyes. "No, I'm blowing you off for Ellie," she retorts.
"Same thing!"
"All right, hun," she says, the usually sweet pet name coming out a bit sarcastically. "Let me tell you something. One; you just called me out of the blue two days ago and practically demand we go out tonight, without even asking me."
"Asking you?" he says, sounding astonished. "I'm sorry, last time I checked you were my girlfriend. Usually I don't have to ask if you want to go out with me!"
Ignoring him, she continues. "Two; Ellie and I had plans before you decided that you and I did. I'm not just going to break my promise to her."
He tilts his head to the side. "Why not? It's not like she's your...oh I don't know...boyfriend or anything!"
"Three; don't call her a vampire queen, mistress, or anything else. Call her Ellie. And four..." she trails off, shifting to the side.
Tapping a sneaker clad foot on the floor impatiently, and putting one hand on his hip -I will laugh- he waits for her to continue. "Yes?" he asks.
"Four; you don't have any right to yell at me about breaking plans for a friend."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what it means! Ellie is coming over to my place tonight, and she's staying all weekend. I don't want to hear from you once, okay? She's my friend, and right now she " she tells him, shaking her head a bit. "Yeah, comfort."
"So you're going to spend all weekend comforting her?"
"...yes....that's exactly what we'll be doing."
He looks a little confused. His mood brightens slightly. "Well then why can't I come over? I'm good with comfort. Just ask Marco."
She blinks, looking slightly angry. "You've been comforting with Marco?" she nearly screeches. He raises and eyebrow and she shifts again.
"Just exactly how do you comfort people?" he asks.
"That's none of your business," she tells him, her cheeks flushing pink. "You know what, if you really want to go out tonight, why don't you go ask Marco. It's not like the two of you don't spend enough time together or anything."
With that she turns on her heel and storms off, pushing past the glass doors. Spinner stands there, blinking after her. I lean to my side, reaching out and pressing a palm to some random locker to steady myself. I see Paige walking out, Ellie immediately sliding away from the railing to reach her. I squint, trying to make out whatever words are exchanged between them. Unfortunately, I am no lip reader. Paige says something, her hands moving around wildly as she continues to speak. Ellie tell her something and rests her hand lightly on the other girl's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. Her hands slides down, and I watch in confusion -and a bit of pride for how brave she is being- as Ellie threads her pale fingers through Paige's. She gives Ellie a surprised, but genuine smile, and the two begin heading off.
Maybe I'm reading to much into it. I mean, I've seen plenty of girls walking around together, holding each others hands or linking their arms, or even practically attached to each other, and their just friends. (1) Still...it's kind of...suspicious. I grin a little, blushing. Suddenly I wish I had a little 'Go Ellie' banner that I could wave up and down after them, and I have the urge to squeal at their cuteness like some type of random fangirl...or err...fanboy.
Craig was right. I really am a freak.
I walk up to Spinner, who still looks a bit dazed and confused as he watches them walk away. He looks kind of...cute. Mentally I slap myself, riding my mind of the thought. Gently I poke him in the back. He jumps forward, letting out a girly shriek of surprise, and I laugh a bit. He turns back to look at me, glaring.
"Dude, don't sneak up on me like that," he tells me.
I roll my eyes and shift the bag on my shoulder. "I wasn't sneaking," I inform him. A somewhat awkward moment passes, and I bite my lip. "So how are...things?" I ask.
He raises an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. "Things are...fine," he answers slowly.
I nod, then turn my attention back the door. We both stand -probably looking really 'special' as we have dumbstruck expressions on our faces- watching Paige and Ellie as they round the corner, retreating from our gazes.
"Hey Marco," he says, never tearing his gaze away from the doors.
Not turning towards him either I ask, "Yeah Spin?"
"You're a girl. What exactly is the definition of comfort in woman speak? Especially when this comfort is going on at a girls only weekend at Paige's empty house?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I don't specialize in Paige dialect," I answer.
We both turn to face each other in unison. I stare up at him, noticing that his facial expression is dropping slightly. I sigh, lifting up my hand to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. He sighs a little and then jerks his head the side, silently asking if I want an escort home. Smiling, I push the door open slightly and take a few steps outside, holding the door open for him. He steps outside and I let the door slam shut.
"Ouch!"
Spinner and I -who had already reached the top step and were beginning to head home- stop abruptly. Exchanging apprehensive glances -and a bit of gulping in fear on my part- we both turn our heads side ways, looking to see a very frustrated looking Mrs. Kwan standing in the doorway, holding what looks to be a bloody nose, with books and papers spread out around her everywhere.
Oops...
My first instinct is to apologize profusely and help her pick up everything, then volunteer for Saturday detention to think about my actions as well as write a letter of apology for being so careless as to let the door slam without looking to see if the spawn of Satan...I mean the English teacher was behind me. This urge is quickly squashed by two things; one is my common sense, beating me over the head for even thinking about volunteering for detention, and the other is Spinners hand around my arm, quickly pulling me away from the crime.
"Mr. Gavin Mason! Mr. Marco Del Rossi! You two get back here right now!" she yells at us.
I allow Spinner to pull me down the sidewalk, the sound of our sneakers pounding against the pavement seeming to ring in my ears. Finally we reach the stop sign, meaning that we are a safe distance away from the school. We both come to a stop. I bend my knees, letting one hand rest against my thigh as I take in a few deep breaths. A few loose bangs of dark hair are in my eyes, and I try to blow them away. I pout slightly when it doesn't work, instead shaking my head, only causing more hair to fall in front of my eyes. I blink, trying to get them away, and huff heavily, trying the blowing -shut up- approach again.
"Stupid...bangs..." I mutter angrily still trying to shake them away.
A soft chuckling reaches my ears, and -momentarily giving up in my struggles- I look over to see Spinner laughing at me. "What?" I ask him.
"You...you look like...nothing," he says, shaking his head. "What the hell are you doing anyway?"
Glaring at him from underneath the mass of dark bangs I reply, "Trying to get my hair out of my eyes."
He stands up -he was bending down a bit too- dragging me upwards, causing me to stand straight up. Still laughing softly he says, "You know, there are these things. Their called, hands," he tells me, lifting his right hand and waving it in front of my house. "They come in handy for all kinds of things, such as punching snotty grade 12 who are trying to get your best friend into bed, groping pretty blonds, and removing hair from your eyes. You can order your very own pair of these helpful limbs by calling the number on your screen. Credit cards are accepted, please no COD's."
I stick my tongue out at him. "Smart ass," I mumble, once again trying to flip my hair to the side. Shaking his head, he absently lifts his hand and tucks my hair behind my ears.
Now, if it were anyone but him, I probably would have taken that gesture the wrong way. But it is Spinner, and it's just what he does. I smile at him, absently noticing that he still has a firm grip on my arm.
For some reason, I don't find myself caring.
"Do you want to come over tonight?" I ask him. "We could stay up late, watch that Tripping the Rift marathon on Sci-Fi, make smores..."
"Talk about boys?" he adds, grinning a bit.
"Of course," I answer. My smile falters a bit then. Boys...Slade...tonight.
His face falls slightly, but it is quickly replaced with a small. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're going on your night of fun filled statutory rape with Slade." He gives me a big grin and pats my shoulder. "Bring me back a t-shirt!"
I grab his arm, wheeling him around to face me when he begins walking away. I see something in his eyes flash -in anger, sadness, betrayal?- and he pulls his arm away. With a sigh I open my mouth, trying to find something to say.
"Forget about Slade," I tell him. His head snaps up, eyes meeting mine. "I'll just tell him that we can go out another time."
He blinks once or twice, an almost bewildered look crossing his face. "You're gonna skip your date with him...for me? Dude, that's like...big." He shakes his head. "No; I can't let you do that dude."
Now it is my turn to stare at him, a bit confused. "What? Hey," I tell him, once again reached out to grab his arm when he begins walking. "You try your best to tell me what a jerk this guy is, and then when I offer to break it, you tell me not to? What goes on in that little brain of yours, Spin?" I ask him, trying to keep it light, and hiding to fight back the slight irritation and disappointment in my voice.
"Lots of stuff," he answers matter-of-factly. "Look, I don't want you to go out with Slade, but I don't want you skipping out on the date with your blue eyed God just because you feel sorry for me. We'll hang out another time."
"Spin!" I yell, wrapping my arms around his wrist, tugging on his arm slightly. "Don't be like this." He stops again and turns to face me. I look up, our gazes meeting, and I nearly stumble back with the emotion I found there. He's angry; even angrier then he got with Slade at the locker that day. I gulp slightly, suddenly feeling a bit of fear edging its way into my mind. I shake my head, mentally slapping myself. It's Spinner; he'd never hurt me. He's just upset, and I can probably guess what it's about. "Just come over. We can talk about anything. Slade, school...Paige," I say softly.
Narrowing his eyes, he hisses his answer out, sounding rather angry and irritated. "Forget about Paige. You know what, she can go 'comfort' with Ellie all she wants. And you can just go let Slade fuck your brains out. Frankly, I just don't give a shit!" With that he pushes me away, causing me to stumble back. I trip over my own shoelace, falling back onto the ground.
I look up at him, blinking back tears as I do. I can practically see the apology falling from his lips, but he holds it back, instead taking a few slow steps away from me. His mouth opens and closes, then he merely shakes his head, turning around and running down the opposite direction towards his house.
Sniffling a bit, I pick up my backpack and swing it over my shoulders, then begin heading towards my house. I wrap each hand around the straps, ignoring the warm tears that run down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I continue walking. What was wrong with him? Was it me? Did I do something to upset him? He looked so...so angry...and the way his eyes...he looked almost like I had betrayed him.
I swing the front door open, thankful that my ma and papa are busy doing something in the kitchen -what it is, I don't want to know. I really, really, really don't want to know- and not questioning me as to why I'm crying. I hardly even know. I mean, it didn't hurt that bad when I fell. I might have a bruise on my back or something tomorrow, but that's probably about it.
And you can just let Slade go fuck your brains out. Frankly, I don't give a shit.
Oh yeah, that's why I'm crying.
I can't believe...I mean I can believe he said it, but I can't. He sounded so cold; so emotionless, just like he did when he looked me in the eye and sneered at me about my 'big gay crush' on Dylan. And he pushed me. He's never, ever hit me before. The time when he decided to pound me into the ground with the volleyballs was about as psychical as he's ever gotten.
When I reach my room, I allow my bag to drop to the floor. I fall onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow cases. Over my soft sobbing, I hear Mozzy jumping up onto the bed, walking over to me.
Rom Baro? Are you all right? What happened? she asks me. When I don't answer her, she nuzzles the back of my neck, curling up against my back. Tell me what happened, she says softly.
I push myself up slightly, wiping away a few tears with my hand before answering her. "S-Spinner and me...we got into a fight. I think I really made him mad. I don't know what I did to make him so angry, but I just..." I trail off a bit unsurely, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill.
She climbs into my lap, rubbing her silky black head underneath my chin. It's all right. No lessons tonight, okay Rom Baro?
I nod, thankful for the break. I lay down, keeping my arms wrapped around her warm body, still sniffling as I rest my head against my pillow. I look over at the alarm clock, groaning slightly when I see the numbers flashing on the screen.
Don't worry. I'll wake you up when he comes by. You just get some rest right now.
"Th-thanks Mozzy," I tell her, then allow my eyes to drift closed. I try not to remember his angry words, the tone, they way he looked at me...
Frankly, I just don't give a shit...
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(1) I personally did that. I have a bunch of younger friends who like jumping up behind me and giving me hugs, then link arms with me or attach themselves to me in some way. My boyfriend kept asking me what was up with that. I freaked him out and told him 'Oh, we're just friends. With benefits!' Then I'd giggle and pretend to grope the person sitting on my lap. No wonder we broke up...
-yawning- It's around 11, so that's why the chapter isn't very good, and has such a sucky ending.
Marco: You make me cry a lot.
You do cry a lot.
Spinner: You're pretty when you cry. -beings some comforting of his own-
God you two, get a room! -cough- Anyway so, please review, I'll have the next chapter up...as soon as I write it. Come back again to learn the answers to these other burnings questions...
Spinner: -pulls himself away from groping Marco to ask burning questions- Ahem; why was I so upset? Will Marco and Slade really go out on their date? What is Paige's form of comfort? Will me and Marco every make up? Will I finally get to molest my pleasure slave?
Marco: I thought it was sex slave...
Spinner: Pleasure slave isn't as vulgar.
Marco: Ohhhhh. Review!