Now I'm wearing nothing but my sleeping bag, 3 comforters, and an over-sized black Harley Davidson T-shirt that goes down to mid-thigh. I pity anyone dumb enough to ask me to come out of my room; I have no inhibitions by the way when I'm around my family, but stick me in a crowd one of two things will happen, I'll get shy and quiet or defensive, then my paranoia will kick in and I'll get twitchy and jumpy, I haven't been taking my pills. That was a joke; I don't have to take pills…yet.
My school pictures make me look like a girl…maybe I shouldn't have worn that red lipstick, but it looks so good with my pale skin…damn, I'm too pretty for my own good. I'm not a drag queen okay so don't even bother asking! I am emo, goth, punk, and a little grunge, but a drag queen I am not, I wear make-up, that is it, no dresses or skirts or anything like that.
X x x x
Dorian was curled up with Dominic on a plush couch, he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, both of which were Dominics' so they were slightly baggy on him. Dominic was dressed much the same, except his clothes fit him. And Recitalist matched them as well only his clothes were hanging off his small but defined frame.
"So, what movie? 'Silent Hill', 'The Hills have Eyes', or 'House of a Thousand Corpses'?" Recitalist asked shuffling through their DVD's.
"Silent Hill," Dominic said absently stroking Dorians' side.
X x x x (A/N: I just spent over two hours playing solitaire on my computer I think there is something very wrong with me…)
Dominic tried not to laugh when Dorian jumped every five minutes; he really tried very hard and failed miserably.
"Stop laughing," Dorian snapped and hit Dominic in the arm.
"S-Sorry," Dominic choked as he laughed himself into tears. Out of nowhere Recitalist dumped a cup of water on his head and he immediately sobered. "HEY!"
"I'm trying to watch a movie, now shut up," Recitalist said and sat back down in his chair and unpaused the movie. "Dommy, go make some popcorn."
"Why do I have to listen to you?"
"Because I am you're older brother and I can hurt you," Recitalist said and gave Dominic the death glare from hell which was very similar to Dorians' Fathers' death glare from hell.
Dominic scrambled off the coach and into the kitchen. He returned exactly six minutes later with two bowls of popcorn.
X x x x
Dorian jumped again and this time he knocked the popcorn out of Dominics' hands and it sprayed everywhere.
All three of them fell off their collective seats and laughed. They literally were rolling on the floor laughing. When they stopped, they were covered in crushed popcorn.
"That's a wonderful look for you Ree," Dominic laughed when he saw his brother with popcorn stuck in his long hair.
"It seems to have become a trend," Recitalist retorted and plucked a piece of popcorn out of Dominics' hair.
Dorian was already shaking the popcorn out of his hair, making it fly everywhere. Once the majority of it was gone he did the Charlie's Angels hair flip making the other two laugh even more and butcher the flip.
"I think we all need a shower," Recitalist giggled and went to his room.
"Come one baby doll, let's see if I can get the shared shower thing right this time," Dominic smiled and lead Dorian to his room.
X x x x
Dorian had just gotten out of the shower well and thoroughly fucked when his cellphone went off. "Dorian Masters."
"You're not going to school tomorrow, we need to take you to get fit for a suit," Vlad said.
"For?"
"Jeremys' funeral, it's in three days."
"O-okay," Dorian stuttered and hung up. He had completely forgotten about Jeremy. He felt horrible about it, how could he have forgotten about his only friends' funeral.
"Are you okay baby doll?" Dominic asked walking out of the bathroom drying his hair.
"I-I forgot about J-Jeremys' funeral."
X x x x
One chapter left lovelings, I don't know if there's going to be a sequel, we'll just have to wait and see what my muse brings.