I'm sitting in class bored out of my fucking skull. Luckily this is my last class of the day and then I can go the fuck home. I'm a junior in highschool but I take advanced english so I'm paired in with a bunch of dumb ass seniors. Only a few other kids in this class are in my same grade. I sit next to Butters who happens to be a junior as well.
He's pretty cool, doesn't bother me much. He mostly keeps to himself. The teacher is droning on about how we are to do a movie analysis. Pick any movie and break down the characters motivations and how it pertains to the plot.
The only catch is it's a 5000 word essay and she has a whole ass ruberik on how she wants it written. Another thing, we'll be doing this with an assigned partner. I glance over at Butters and smile. Usually our teacher just has us work with our desk mate. But then she starts calling out names and Butters gets paired with someone else, he gets up and moves to a different desk.
I cross my arms and flip my hair out of my face waiting to hear my fate. Mike Makowski's name is called along with mine and all of a sudden he slips into the chair next to me and instantly I'm pissed off. Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me. I look into his hazel eyes and he speaks.
"Hey Pete." I blink a couple times, wow he doesn't have a lisp he must of stopped wearing those douchey vampire teeth. I look him up and down, he still rocks the black and green hair, he has piercings, I see some tattoos poking out from under his sleeves. He seems different. But I still see him as a douchey vampire kid from fifth grade.
"Hey." I said with a slightly irritated tone.
"What movie did you have in mind?" He asked tapping his fingers on the desk.
"Whatever." I said stiffly looking away. He lets out a deep sigh and I look back over at him with my arms crossed.
"OK well, how about a horror movie?" He suggests. I card my hand through my fringe and ease up a bit. I mean I do have to work with him on this project I gotta be at least a little more responsive.
"Actually how about Kill Bill?" I suggest; Mike smiles at me and brightens up.
"Oh sweet, I love that movie. I'm so down. Really interesting characters too." Mike leans close to me and it catches me by surprise. He puts his hand up to my hair and pulls a little white stub from a notebook and flicks it on the ground.
"There we go."
"What the fuck." I said feeling very weird about this whole situation.
"Oh calm down it was just a paper." Mike says with a smile that pierces right through my cold exterior. Why does he seem so different.
"You need to redye that red, it's almost orange." I run a hand through it and see it in my peripheral.
"Yeah, you're right." I admit slowly letting my guard down.
"Do you want to come over after school, I have some leftover red dye and we can get started on deconstructing Beatrix Kiddo's revenge." Mike offers. I'm not going to lie, that doesn't sound so bad.
"Yeah. alright." I say simply.
"But we are only doing Vol 1 and Quentin Tarantino doesn't reveal her name until the second volume." I said suddenly. Mike laughs and it was kinda pleasant.
"It actually started off as one movie, but he got the chance to split it into two and give the story and characters more depth. So that's why the movies came out a year apart from each other."
"You really like Kill Bill huh?" He smirks at me and I blush a little. I'm surprised he's so easy to talk to. The bell rings and everyone starts to pile out of the classroom. I get up from my desk slinging my backpack over my shoulder and follow Mike out of the room, I get a look at the rest of his outfit.
He's wearing skinny black jeans with doc martens, a silver studded belt that matches the cuffs on his wrists and a long black sweater with The Cure on it, he has it rolled up half way so you can see his tattoos peeking through. I roll my eyes, of course he likes the fucking cure. We stop at his locker and I lean against the one next to it and pull out my phone texting Michael.
Me: "hey I'm not meeting up with you guys today I have some shit to do."
Curly: "alright c u tomorrow" I look up and catch Mike staring at me, I also catch him blushing as he looks away nervously closing his locker. What is this guy's deal? He wordlessly walks ahead of me out the double doors of the school. I slip my phone into my pocket and follow behind him.
I get into his black jeep and close the door, buckling my seatbelt. He starts the car up and I feel warm air blow on my face as music starts playing. I'm surprised as fuck when I hear Nine Inch Nails play through his speakers.
Head like a Hole plays, I absentmindedly start tapping my fingers on the middle console and bobbing my head to the song. Mike doesn't say anything as he drives, we just silently listen to music because well I'm not sure what the fuck to say. I'm just glad he didn't happen to have The Cure CD playing. I am slightly impressed he has his driving license and a car to bring to school. I usually carpool with Henrietta and the boys.
"Pretty sweet ride." I say honestly.
"Thanks, its my mom's, she lets me take it to school when she goes out of town, so we have the house to ourselves to do whatever." I blush lightly at the inclination of whatever could entail. Fuck. I look out the window. Why am I feeling like this right now? I need to smoke. We pull up to his driveway and walk up the steps to the landing of his porch.
"Cool if I smoke here?" I almost immediately pulled out my pack of smokes and light one putting it up to my lips and inhaling the smoke gratefully before he could respond.
"Yeah no problem." He sits down on one of the chairs and I sit with him. Then he says something I do not expect.
"Can I bum a cig?" Mike looks me in the eyes and I get a good look at his face, he has no makeup on 2 eyebrow rings and his septum pierced, his hair is short and neon green with black roots. He looks pretty punk. Not at all like a douchey vampire. I raise an eyebrow.
"You smoke? What happened to the kid in fifth grade drinking clamato juice and harping about how smoking kills." I tap my cigarette ashing the tip onto the ground. Mike rubs the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeahhh, alot has changed since then. No more Vampir that was a dumb phase, not much to say about the clamato juice, that was so cringey, hahaha." Mike starts laughing and I just gape at him, he's changed alot but also I like to think he was always this cool. I give him a cigarette and watch him light it up.
"So no hard feelings about Scottsdale?" I ask curiously taking another drag. Back in Elementary school we kidnapped him, threw him in the back of our trunk and dropped him off at Scottsdale.
"Heh, no. To be honest if I wasn't me I would of bullied myself back then too." Mike says honestly looking at me with a soft look in his eye. I ash my cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
"That's what I like about you, Red." I'm taken back by him calling me that, only close friends call me that but from him I don't mind it.
"What do you mean?"
"You've always been so confident in knowing yourself and being exactly who you are with not caring what other people think. It's admirable." Mike leans in closer to me to stamp out his cigarette.
"I- um, thanks." I'm at loss for words, that was really out of nowhere for me.
"C'mon lets dye that fringe." I start to run my hands through my hair staring at him.
"Okay, yeah." Mike gets up and leads me into his house. He leads me into his bathroom that's attached to his room. Mike grabs a bottle of red hair dye that was with a few other colors of dye and a box of gloves from under his sink.
"Mind if I do it for you? Here sit."
"Okay." I sit down on the lid of his toilet and pull my shirt off over my head and watch him pour out the dye into a mixing bowl, he puts on a pair of black gloves and turns to me shocked as I was shirtless. I'm skinny but I don't work out, I have a large chest tattoo of a plague doctor and I catch him staring at it.
"Wow, sick." He says looking at it openly. He then starts to massage the red dye into the lighter part of my hair. I close my eyes, wow this feels nice. I start to melt into his touch until he stops and I open my eyes to him blushing. He stammers over his words.
"Uh w-we'll let it sit. -ahem- We'll let it sit for a few minutes."
"Thanks." I get up and stand in front of him, he's a little taller than me so I look up to him slightly. I can tell he's getting nervous.
"You alright?" I ask him as I lean into his face. He leans back and his back is now against the door he clears his throat again.
"Yeah, I just. Never thought this would happen?" He says honestly.
"What do you mean?" I ask leaning back a little bit, now realizing how close to him I was standing. He eases up a little bit.
"Never thought you would be at my house, in my bathroom, letting me dye your hair it's crazy."
"Why is it crazy?" I pry. He shrugs and looks away from me.
"I've just always really thought you were cool." I laugh and he looks back at my face.
"I'm not gonna lie, I've never liked you." He frowns but I continue talking.
"I used to get pissed off when people would get us mixed up, you a douchey vamp kid, me a goth. It made me hate you. As much as you say I didn't care what people think, well I did and it made me not like you for it. But the more I'm around you, the more I really like being around you. You're actually pretty cool I'm not gonna lie." His eyes are bright and vibrant and his face was lightly dusted with a pink blush.
"Thanks." He said sweetly. I see a little poof ball in his hair and I lean in close to grab it I see him tense up. I flick it into the garbage.
"Y-you should wash your hair, you can use my shower." He said suddenly.
"Did you want to help me do that too?" I flirted smirking at him, his eyes went wide and his face went red.
"Um there's a towel on the rack you can use that I'll see you in a few." He quickly left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Whoops my bad, I think I embarrassed him. I'm openly gay and have casually fucked quite a few guys from our school but I never really cared to pay attention what Mike was into. I'm definitely getting gay or bisexual vibes.
Or maybe I'm just anticipating it kinda hard. Ah well. I slide off my purple boots and the rest of my clothes and get into the shower, I turn it on and the water is cold so I shy away from it as the water begins to heat up. I feel the hot water run through my hair and catch a glimpse of the red water stream down from my body.
I reach for one of his shampoos and it smells like coconuts. Mm this is kinda nice, more red falls from my hair as I rinse the shampoo out. I start to lather in conditioner, my hair starts to feel alot less stiff, I kind of forget where I am and spend a few excess minutes enjoying the hot steaming water relax the muscles on my body.
I turn the water off and step out of the shower. I wrap the towel around me and start to dry myself off I squeeze the excess water out of my hair into the sink and wrap the towel around my waist. I hate putting the same clothes on after a shower so I leave the bathroom in nothing but the towel. Mike is sitting facing away from me at his desk.
"Hey Mike."
"Yeah?" He turns around and looks me up and down, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip biting it and looks me in the eyes.
"You got some pajama pants I can wear or something? I hate putting the same clothes back on after a shower."
"Uh yeah, no problem." He gets up and opens up his dresser pulling out grey sweatpants and a Nine Inch Nails logo shirt handing it to me.
"Thanks." I go back to the bathroom and put the sweatpants on, not bothering to put any underwear on, I didn't want to put them back on and I wasn't gonna ask Mike for that too. I fold up my clothes and leave them on the counter, I'll come back for them later. I look in the mirror and I see my hair is significantly more vibrant even if it is still wet, I can definitely tell.
I also notice that you can see the outline of my dick in these pants especially not wearing boxers under them. Ah well. I shut off the light and leave the bathroom. I catch Mike glimpse down at my crotch for just a split second and look back in my eyes, I see him blushing too. I smoothly stride over to his desk and lean against it, he's still sitting in the chair so he's pretty much eye level with my crotch. He looks up at me.
"Thanks for the dye job." I said nicely.
"N-no problem." He chokes out. Fuck he's cute.
"Can I spend the night?" He swallows drly.
"Yeah, if you want. That's cool." He gets up and stands next to me. I can tell he likes me, I can fucking feel it. But I want to have a little fun with it first.
"Wanna play a game?" He eases up a bit and smiles.
"What is this Saw?" I joked.
"Nahh, c'mon." He grabs my hand and pulls me to the bed sitting off the side of it facing me. He pulls his shoes off and throws them to the side.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked him curiously.
"Well there's this one game I used to play with my coven, it's like truth or dare but you write a bunch of questions and dares on pieces of paper and pick them randomly out of a hat but whatever it is everyone answers.."
"Okay, I'm down." He grabs a couple of notebooks and pens and hands one to me. He puts a tophat in the middle of us and we both scribble things down and tear them off, throwing them into the hat. A few minutes go by of us adding things and we both put our paper down.
"You go first." I tell him, he picks a paper out of the hat and reads it out loud.
"Oh, I wrote this one, favorite band..Hmmm mine is probably Tool." I blink a couple times, what.
"You like Tool?" I asked incredulously. He laughs.
"Y-yeah, Maynard in general is great but Tool is the best project overall by far."
"Wow, okay, Tool is one of my favorites too but I have to say Smashing Pumpkins is probably my all time favorite at the moment." I said honestly.
"Oh I like them, I've heard a few of their albums. Your turn." I shake the hat a little and pull out a piece of paper.
"First kiss? What is this a little girl's sleep over jesus fucking christ." Mike laughs at me.
"What I was curious okay. You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He said looking away from me.
"Stan Marsh." I said honestly. He looks at me with wide eyes.
"Isn't he a jock?"
"Yep."
"Wow..Okay...Um mine was Vlad." He pulled out a piece of paper and turned red.
"First time you had sex?" Yep that was mine. He looks me in the eyes again.
"Uh that was Vlad too.." He said shyly.
"Mine was Michael." Mike was wide eyed in shock hearing this.
"Oh. You two seem like you would make a good couple." I laugh at that.
"HAH. No fucking way." I wave that thought off completely.
"Why not?"
"Well, he's a fucking douchebag, no way." I leave it at that and Mike nods and eases up a little bit. I pull out another piece of paper.
"Last person you fucked, Mine was Kenny."
"Well this guy named Gregory blew me in the bathroom last week does that count?" Mike asks.
"Yea, that counts." I confirm and also respect that man. He pulls out another paper.
"Try and lick your elbow? Man that's impossible." He said defeated. I laugh lightly.
"Do iiiit." He tries and fails to lick his elbow and he nudges me playfully.
"Was that everything you wanted it to be?" He said rolling his eyes but smiling.
"And more." I wink and then give the tophat a good shake before pulling out a paper. Kiss me, damn that was mine. I was hoping he would pull it so I could see his reaction. But ehhh fuck it. I look up at him and he looks at me curiously.
"What does it say?" I lean in and close the gap between us, I press my lips against his and run my hand through his silky hair. He sighs into the kiss and I pull away. He's now blushing and looking at me.
"O-oh..That one was mine." He said suddenly. I laugh.
"No, that one was mine." He then blushes and laughs nervously.
"Oh." He then scoots closer to me and pulls me back in to kiss him again, I put my hands on his hips and start to push into his hip bones, he moans into the kiss and pulls back half lidded.
"Um my hips are hella sensitive." He admitted lowly. I grind my hand into them and he turns to putty underneath me.
"Ungghh Pete." He prys my hands off to stop and is breathing heavily. His face is a bright red which is in a stark contrast to his pale skin.
"Well I guess it's only fair to tell you my neck is equally as sensitive." I admit to him, he smirks and pushes me down onto the bed pushing our lower halves together I feel heat warm as a pool in my stomach as he trails kisses down my jawline and rolls his hips against mine. He starts to graze his teeth lightly between the crevice of my neck and chin it drives me crazy, causing me to grab hold of his hips and grind my hips against his in response.
"Ffuck Mike." He starts to suck down on my neck and I feel myself getting tight against the fabric of the grey sweatpants. I squeeze his hips and he releases my neck with a light moan that vibrates into my neck and feels so good it sends shivers down my spine.
"Pete I don't want to be just another guy you fuck. I like you way more than that." Mike sits up and I pull myself up to look at him with him still straddling my lap.
"Hey." I run my hand through his hair and place it on his shoulder.
"I like you way more than that." I repeat back to him, he smiles and kisses me softly.
To be continued? . . .