This fanfiction is written by Echo
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Warm light pools around me and washes over my skin. The air smells of lilacs and carries her voice while she hums familiar songs. She tugs lightly at the roots of my hair and braids the rich purple flowers into my hair. I watch the shadows of her hands move gracefully on the floor next to me, baffled.
The door creaks open, revealing a tall mysterious man and a colorful boy around 13.
He seems to tower over me in his lankey state, with short rainbow hair and icy blue eyes. Small diamonds wink at me from his ears when he turns his head. I hide behind her knees.
My mother says she'll be right back and seals her words with a kiss on my forehead, sweeping into the back room with the mystery man. I am left alone with the boy, fidgeting with my small toes and struggling to speak.
"I'm Dash." the boy smiles, lighting up the room yet again.
"...I'm Alice." I murmur back.
I look to the door my mother disappeared behind and feel the tug of longing. I just want to be with her. I abandon Dash and approach cautiously, knowing I am breaking her trust. I can feel her presence on the other side as I place small hand against the door. I know I am breaking the rules as I turn the knob. I know I am making a mistake as I push open the door and feel my heart in my throat. I look up. I freeze, knowing I've walked in on something I wasn't supposed to. All I can do is watch as the needle slips under her skin. His hands slide down her arms before pushing down the plunger of the syringe. Her face changes, her body changes, letting out a deep sigh and collapsing. I know I shouldn't have seen what I just saw. The feeling in my gut that told me not to open the door tells me to shut the it and go back to Dash. To forget what I saw. To never speak of it again. I listen to it and quietly back out of the room.
"What are they doing in there?" Dash asks when I return to his side.
"Nothing."
There's a sharp jab in my side.
What the fuck?
There are two more then one sharp poke to my boob.
"What the fuck?"
The person pokes me again and my eyes flutter open. Instead of finding my childhood home and an adolescent Dash like i expect, I wake to a god in the back of a truck.
A tight black muscle shirt hugs the muscular sun tanned body. Shoulder length blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail, showing electric green eyes. Brown grows out at the roots. He has brown tattoos on his left shoulder and wrist. I can tell he has another on his chest, seeing part of it crawl out from under the shirt.
"Sorry for waking you," The blonde god says showing a bright smile, a thick Australian accent rolling off of his tongue "I just thought you'd want some." He holds up and lit joint and cigarette, handing them to me.
"Oh." I say accepting both. I sit myself up and lean against the back of some person. I feel the cool wind hit my face. Holy shit I'm so out of it.
I try to see where I am. The sun is down as we zoom down the highway. I look up and see Jade driving, Nathaniel in shotgun. I spot a ball of white hair out of the corner of my eye. "Chaos!" I yell getting the red eyed girls attention.
"Where are we going?" I ask switching off smoking the cigarette and joint.
"I don't really know. You fell asleep, then Nathaniel and Amber came out saying they were gonna go look for a party to celebrate. Then eventually everyone jumped into Jade's truck, Castiel carried you knowing you would kill us for ditching you." Chaos says smoking a joint. Smoke releases off the truck as we cruise, almost everyone smoking one thing or another.
I settle down next to the blonde haired god, letting Chaos go back to making friends. He moves close to me, pressing our shoulders tight togethers. I hand him my cigarette, switching with him every now and then.
His skin is really nice.
So is his hair.
I eye his tattoo's, watching as they wrap around his arms.
"I like your sweater." He says flashing me another smile. OH MY GOD! He's Gay! No straight guy would ever comment on my sweater! UGGGHHH!
I eye his beautiful figure as he raises an eyebrow. "What a shame." I say shaking my head. The australian guy has a curious look on his face. "I'm Silver."
"Dakota." He says switching smokes with me. "But people call me Dake."
I hold his stare and take a deep drag of my cig. Exhaling smoke over his chest before it's ripped away by the wind. His eyes hypnotize me with deep black pools in the center. We enter a tunnel, being enveloped in a soft yellow light. I'm so mesmerized that when Jade suddenly hits the breaks I am plummeted into his lap.
"Fuck." I sit up as I press my palm against my forehead, having bashed it on the side of the truck. We're stopped sideways in the center of a freeway tunnel, cars piling up behind us. A little kid in the car closest to me sticks out his tongue at me. The fuck does he think he is?
I stand up, restraining myself from breaking some faces. "Why'd we stop?" I yell to Jade, "I dropped my cigarette!" He yells back, making most people roll their eyes.
I look at the little kid in his car again. This time he's flipping me off! What the fuck? Even when I was his age I didn't flip people off!
I leap off the edge of the truck and onto the hood of the little kids car trying to teach this kid some manners. His dad freaks out as I start stomping on the windshield. People cheer me on from the truck, some of them deciding to join in on the fun. By the time Jade has secured his cigarette and restarted the truck there are burnouts spread all around the freeway. Breaking windows, spitting into cars, getting into fistfights, it's beautiful. Jade honks the horn and starts driving away, forcing us to regroup. I leap off the hood and sprint after the truck, followed by the red faced cunt and a crowbar. We run as a spread out pack and dive into the truck, some of us just grabbing onto the sides, throwing loot into the pick up.
"Come back here slut!" He shouts just as Dake pulls me into the truck. When I'm safely in the truck again Dake asks, "Who was that?" Looking at the red faced man as he chucks the crowbar at a light in the tunnel.
"I slept with his son not knowing he was 14. He caught us. It didn't go very well." Dake laughs as we both settle back into each other. We drive on for a bit, enjoying the wind and bleeding into each other. It took awhile to notice the sirens.
"Fuck." A stoner mutters next to me. I sit up, trying to see the flashing lights only to be thrown into Dake's arms again while Jade sharply swerves the vehicle. We fly down a back alley and slam to a stop next to a large neon sign. The words GumDrop Pub & Club stare down at me as I look into the neon colors, like a moth drawn to light.
"Fuck yeah!" I say standing, most people start hopping out of the truck and heading towards the bar entrance.
"Everyone in!" Jade yells looking up and down the alley. Good plan. Hide from the cops in a bar, no one would look for us here.
Dake helps me out the truck before we enter the musky, cigar smelling bar. This is what a bar is. Worn, stained wood, leather padded seats with dim lighting, classy.
A thick red velvet curtain hangs on the back wall of the bar, Jade's stoner friends popping behind the curtain one by one.
I look back at Jade. He pops his head out the door, then back in. "I think we should stay here for a little bit, just to be safe."
Me and Dake nod. Bass thumps as flashing lights flow from behind the velvet curtain. I order a shot of whiskey before going to the curtain, feeling the earth vibrate underneath me. I brush the curtain aside, having to hold onto the doorway so I don't fall over.
Thick smell of stripper and homosexuality flows through my system as I stand, jaw dropped, above the mass of dancing boys in front of me.
People dance on each other, most of the inhabitants boys, as cages swing from the ceiling, leather dressed specimens dance to the bass as everyone moves to one energy.
I look around. Everyone looks so good. Skin perfect, hair dyed, bodies, perfect shape. I continue to look around, finding the entire situation kinda fishy. There are mostly guys here, and all of the guys look perfect. I see a black haired guy grind on a pink themed stripper guy near the bar.
Oh shit.
This is a gay bar.
I see Jade's roomates grind on each other, no gender label in sight. Dake says something behind me but I can't hear him over the sound of me ripping off my shirt. He yells after me as I dive into the group of boys, feeling them stick to me like magnets and metal.
I love gay bar's. Here, there is no pressure. You can dance on everyone, with no expectation from anyone.
Hands roam my waist and chest, pulling me between different guys. Eventually I see Dake slowly gravitate towards me, grinding on people as he goes.
Oh my gosh he must feel so at home.
He reaches me, his blonde hair changing colors in the light. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me back onto him. We move and grind till I feel something stiff form against my ass. I turn around quickly and push him away at arm's length. I look down at his crotch and back up to his smirking face.
"Why do you…?" I start, flicking my eyes between his boner pants and beautiful features.
He raises his eyebrow before, "You thought I was gay?" leaves his lips in a thick accent. It travels over my skin like an electric shock.
I nod my head yes in the middle of the dancefloor. "Yeah! You commented on my sweater! No straight guy would do that!"
Dake laughs out loud, pulling me close to him yet again, this time his grasp strong and demanding.
"Would a gay guy do this?" He whispers before moving in and lightly kissing my lips. He pulls away and smiles before going back in, this time with more passion, strength, and tongue.
I run my hands up his bare arms, feeling the shadows of scars on his shoulders. We stop kissing so I can pull his shirt up over his head and onto the floor while we catch our breath. We continue to make out as we pulse with the music.
I see Castiel at the bar, scowling in my direction. I roll my eyes. My attention is elsewhere. I run my fingers over a body that's new to me, that I haven't explored before. He does the same, running his hands up and around my legs and body, lifting me up onto him with the music. We lose ourselves in the music. Roaming our hands over each other. I trace the upside down crescent moon around his belly button, teasing dipping my hands into his pants.
He growls as we slowly gravitate outside the dance floor, grabbing a bottle of Vodka as we go. We paw at each other as we leave the club and bar, crawling into the back of Jade's truck.
Being already clothless when we reach the truck it doesn't take that long to remove the rest and get to business. An entire hour is spent pouring vodka on each other and fucking, having nothing but pure fun.
After making Dake cum for a second time he leans against the back of the truck, wasted and tired. I barely had to do anything while we fucked! He had his own agenda of what he wanted to do with me and I think he is satisfied. I mean, he poured Vodka on my boobs and licked it off, he should be satisfied.
I try to find my bra but when i see it's soaked in alcohol I leave it, slipping on underwear, shorts, and a hoodie from the front seat.
When I hop back into the back of the truck Dake is peacefully sleeping on a crumpled snow jacket.
Feeling a little tired myself I sit on the back of the truck and light up a cigarette, dangling my feet off the edge. Sirens blare in the far distance, accompanied by the sound of honking and masses of people.
I try to see the stars but the city lights dim the view.
What am I doing here? Why am I here? Should I be here?
My thoughts are interrupted when Castiel stumbles out of the bar, obviously tipsy. I get up and dash over to him as he leans against a wall, obviously not able to support himself.
"Let go!" He yells as I slip him onto my shoulder. Despite what he says I take him over to the truck, taking him to the front seat to avoid a mostly naked Dake. I slump him into the passenger seat.
Castiel mutters curses to himself as I light him a cigarette. Man, Castiel is fucked up. Like he can get drunk just a good as the next person but when he drinks too much, he's kinda a bitch.
"YOU HOE!" He shouts at me before making himself look small and smoking his cigarette.
"Yes. I know I am. Can you tell me why it bothers you?" I ask as calmly as possible. I know when Castiel gets like this he never says what he really means, or the truth is all he says.
"You put your-" he hiccups. "-self in danger! Leaving with a complete stranger! Silver!"
OH MY GAWD! What the fuck? I don't care if he's drunk, I'm pissed.
"WHAT! We did the exact same thing like four days ago!"
Castiel rolls his eyes. "That's different. I'm no stranger, we've known eachother for years. Since we were children! I'm special."
I roll my eyes. "You're special alright. You always do this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do? What makes you think you have any power over me?"
He says nothing. He looks at me as his body crumbles. His pain is apparent as he stands there in silence. He's kind of scaring me, a deep, unreadable look spreads across his face as he falls a bit closer to me. He takes my wrist in his hand and I feel the pressure in him.
"Castiel-" My word are cut short as he yanks my wrist, pulling me into him and connecting our lips. I try to talk but he shoves his tongue into my mouth, sweeping me away to a desire only he ignites.
He moves his mouth to my neck, finding his way through my blonde hair.
"S-stop-" I try as his hands swarm my body, his kisses making my skin sore. He comes back up and connects our lips again. I lean against the open passenger seat door as he presses himself against me, letting me run my fingers through his blood red hair.
I feel his hands roam under the hoodie, quickly moving to my shorts.
"Wait-" I say as he sticks his fingers in the waistband of my pants, but he ignores my words. The smell of liquor radiates from us both as the heat between us increases. He dives deeper, his need to get in my panties increasing by the second.
"Stop!" I yell, pushing Castiel away and into the truck. He pants as he looks up to me, his eyes filled with a long, distant sorrow.
I say nothing as I stand, there is nothing I can say. I am blown away from everything that just happened.
We look into each other's eyes, sadness in his and uncertainty in mine.
"I-I'm sorry." I whisper before quickly turning away. Castiel lets me walk away, knowing tension is high right now.
I walk past Dake as he wakes up, trying to talk to me, but I can't. I start running, dashing out of the alley and onto the main strip. Clubs, stores, lights, they all dance around me as I walk shoeless down the concrete sidewalk.
I light a cigarette as a cup inside my chest fills up. I let a feeling of sorrow sits inside me as I walk down the street, eventually finding a closed outside patio area. I sit down in a cold metal chair as sorrow fills me up.
Fuck it.
I put my head in my hands, letting my palms fill up with water. What am I doing here? What's going on?
I cry as something vibrates in my pocket, I stop my tears long enough to pull Castiel's phone out of my pocket and answer it.
"Hello?" I whimper into the phone.
"Hey! It's Sayuri, is Castiel there?"
At the mention of Castiel the tears start up again. "N-No. He's not here right now." I manage to cry into the phone.
"Silver? Is that you? What's wrong?"
"Sayuri…...I need you to come get me." I whimper needing someone, anyone. There is a silence over the phone till,
"Silver, tell me where you are. I'll be right there."
I cry, so grateful that right now, Sayuri has me, I can rely on her, and she knows she can do the same.
Oh god. I'm so grateful.
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