Chapter 6.
"For the last time Kanda!" Allen pleaded as he followed after the striding guitar player. "What the bloody hell is in your pocket? That's all I want to know!"
Kanda growled. "Why does it matter? Leave me the hell 'lone!" he roared over his shoulder.
"Why are you so mad Yuu?" The red-head asked, quickly following after the guitar player. "Mad that you didn't get the chance to throw Allen out?" He pressed, smirking.
"Fuck!" Kanda suddenly shouted, patience gone. "Both of you skeezers leave me the hell alone! And no! So get bent!" Kanda defended, whipping out whatever it was that was inside that back pocket of his and holding it tightly in his clenched hand.
Which Allen still didn't know what was inside the little baggy yet.
"Ooh! I want a hit of Mary Jane!" Lavi cheered exuberantly, skipping to Kanda's side.
Allen tilted his head. "Mary Jane..? Who's that? And why would you want to be hit by her?" Allen asked.
It went silent outside the doorway of Lavi's house.
Allen glanced from a bemused looking Lenalee who was standing by the passenger side of Kanda's pick-up truck.
Then at the faraway look on Lavi's face.
And to the stern expression of Kanda's.
"What?" Allen asked, crossing his arms over his chest uncomfortably. "I have no idea who Mary Jane is, it's a simple question isn't it?" Allen defended.
"You're…Just fuckin' with us…Aren't you?" Lavi asked slowly, completely stunned at the younger teenager's obliviousness.
Either it was total obliviousness...Or just plain ignorance.
Allen shook his head slowly. "No…" He trailed off, unsure.
"Fucking idiot…" Kanda growled from the back of his truck. "He means dope." Said the guitar player, waving the bag around in the air as if to prove his point. "Dope. Dumb ass." Kanda snorted.
Allen blinked. Still trying to register Kanda's harshly put words.
Then his eyebrows shot to his hairline as his whole facial expression turned from puzzled, to incredulousness in a split second.
"Dope…? As in marijuana?" Allen exclaimed loudly, looking at all of the teenagers who simply shrugged.
As if it was a normal thing to talk about.
Like the weather.
Lavi nodded. "As in that my dear British friend, we also call it grass, mope, dope, Jane, weed, hoot...And all those other fun names I forget." Lavi said as he looked up to the night sky in thought.
"So that's what all the other students were talking about! Not just about the grass but…" Allen looked around and whispered. "Grass…" He blocked his mouth with the side of his hand, shifting his eyes to and fro at his surroundings.
Kanda rolled his eyes. "Christ, just say 'weed', hoser." He deadpanned, deciding that the conversation completely lost all meaning.
"Yeah Al," Lavi said, smirking at the younger teen's jumpiness. "And don't get all rubbed about it. You look totally suspicious right now." Lavi commented, blinking at the terrified look of Allen, he then squints his green eye closer to Allen's face. "Why're you so green? Gonna be sick or something?"
"Green?" Allen repeated, touching his face, then scowled. "Are you on it right now?" Allen questioned the red-head, who only grinned in reply.
It was those sly kind of smiles that clearly said "I'm-not-telling-you-what-you-already-know".
"You can't be bloody serious!" Allen bemoaned, shaking his white head and refusing the idea all together. "I'm friends with a stoner." He muttered, gloved hand gesturing only to the drummer as he planted his face into his hand.
"Ouch Brit, that word is so…Not…Tubular, and shit." Lavi pouted, snaking his arm away from around the British teenager's shoulders.
Feelings now hurt.
"Hey…Dweebs. Weren't we going to give Al a tour of the city?" Lenalee inquired, looking at the black leather watch wrapped around her wrist, tapping the glass with her manicured finger-nail impatiently. "I gotta be home before my brother starts freaking out and starts calling the police, like last time." She said with a sad sigh. "And calls everyone we know for a search party…" She mumbled the last sad sentence as she chewed her bottom lip nervously.
Lavi grinned widely and snapped his fingers. "RIGHT!" He yelled. "Let's go!" He then sprung up from his sitting position on his porch steps and hopped over to the truck.
Allen got up from the porch steps…Uneasily, and shakily.
He still couldn't believe that Lavi and Kanda were doing drugs.
"Do you smoke, marijuana, too Lenalee?" Allen gasped.
Pleading inside his head that she was the only one out of the two didn't that didn't smoke the drug he so despises. He wanted to know at least ONE person in his life time that didn't do drugs.
Besides himself.
That would just be sad if he didn't.
"No! Are you crazy? My brother would kill me AND the boy's if he found out I did." She stated, smiling happily. "He doesn't know that either of them—" She thumbed towards the drummer and guitar player. "—have been smoking weed, they've been smoking since before I knew them." She said with a mischievous wink. "And I plan to keep it a secret from my brother until they fess up and tell the truth."
"Not to mention he would be all Psychic Komui and know right away if you're smoking weed just by using your creepy brother and sister bond." Lavi explained, smirking.
Which quickly fell from his face when Lenalee suddenly punches him in the arm.
"Ow!" he furiously rubbed his arm, "You hit like a butch Lena!" Lavi whined.
Then he quickly held his other arm in pain when he got another hard punch on the other side.
"Ow! Why did'ja hit me Yuu!?" The drummer whimpered.
"Because I fuckin' wanted to, Cyclops." Kanda stated obviously.
Behind the three arguing friends…Allen walked slowly. Cross told me before to never make friends with people who do drugs, sell drugs, or are ON drugs…Bad things would happen in my life because of that one simple mistake…
"Let's go Brit!" Lavi shouted, grinning at the back of Kanda's truck as Lenalee and Kanda hopped into the truck before him. "I wanna show you all the rad joints we like!" Lavi announced, grinning wider as he waved vigorously for his attention.
Allen couldn't help but smile with a silent sigh and walked to the back of the truck. "Let's go then." Then he scowled. "By 'joints' I hope you mean places." Allen deadpanned.
Lavi rolled his eye. "Your just being paranoid now Brit."
Allen shrugged. "For a good reason though."
It really doesn't matter does it? I AM fifteen…I have to experience new things, don't I…? But I'm definitely NOT gonna start going drugs. Allen thought.
Once he hopped on the back of Kanda's truck, they all but sped off in a cloud of exhaust and smoke from the tires, leaving black marks on the asphalt of the road in its wake.
Him and Lavi both were losing their balance, and the first thing they did when sitting down, they hung on for dear life, and all the while, Lavi was still grinning like a goof and laughing loudly.
Allen noted inside his head for future reference, that Lavi was obviously a thrill seeker.
And it was probably an attribute that he should be wary of when hanging out with the adrenaline junky.
March 19th, 1984.
Monday.
"Holy shit…This is your fucking place?" Lavi asked, staring at the house in front of him in awe.
Almost every angle of the house had a window; the corners of the house, the front door, the living room had a round window—round!—now that was something he was truly amazed about.
The red-head didn't get the chance to get a good look at Allen's house when Kanda's truck broke down in the middle of the street after Allen's audition, and had forced him to help push his old truck all the way back to his place.
That meant Lenalee was the only that got to see Al's house up close and personal.
Allen cocked an eyebrow at the bemused teenager and nodded his head.
"Yeah…Why?" He looked back to his adorable house.
Failing to see what's so spectacular or odd about it.
Sure he had more windows than the rest of the houses on this street, but his foster father was the one who bought this house many years back, not himself.
"It's fucking boss Al," Lavi said in awe, finally able to find his voice, the round window was just too much for him to take in all at once.
The younger teen shrugged and continued to walk down the stone pathway to his porch steps.
"Thank you for walking me to the grocery store! Do you want to come in and have a drink before you walk back to your place?" Allen asked, walking to the front door, digging in his black jacket for his keys.
Lavi grinned and skipped down the stone pathway. "Solid," The red-head purred. "Coke sounds awesome right 'bout nah!" He slurred.
"Oh, can you close the door behind you when you walk in? My Timcanpy loves to wander." Allen said with a smile directed to the red-head as he un-locked his door and quickly walked in. "Tim! I'm home cutie!" Allen cooed with a bright smile as he walked across the house to the kitchen, he saw his kitten walk out of his room with a mew not too long after he announced his arrival.
Lavi stared incredulously at the small orange ball of fluff that scampered and mewed around Allen's feet, happily rubbing its face on Allen's pants as it continued to follow the teenager around the house.
Then he remembered he was told to shut the door.
He quickly shut it and walked around the house, noticing no pictures on the walls, and no sign that it was actually a home, if it wasn't for the single curtain hung on one of the many windows inside that house, he would've thought that it was abandoned.
Oh, including the teenager who had the key's to this supposed "Home".
Allen popped his white head out from his kitchen with a small smile, interrupting Lavi from his musings. "I'm just putting away some of the food; you can…Stand there if you want." Allen said blinking at the teenager. "Sorry if the place looks a little vacant, still don't have enough money for furniture." Allen explained, sad smile on his face as he goes back into the kitchen. "But foster father Cross said he would take care of that!" He soon called from the kitchen.
Lavi nodded, then to pass the time, he picked at the chipped yellow painted wall beside him and continued to look around the sad small looking house.
Then he noticed something.
"Where's your family, or whatever, Al?" Lavi asked as he managed to pick off a yellow paint patch.
Watching it fall to the floor silently, then grinning down to the orange kitten that batted at the paint flake with its small white paw.
"I live with my foster father only!" He heard Allen holler from somewhere in the kitchen. "But he abandoned me a day after we moved here, I woke up, and he was gone!"
If Lavi wasn't mistaken, he heard a smile in the boy's explanation.
"So I basically lived here by myself for 8 days!"
Lavi shook his head sadly, pitying the younger teenager for having to live by himself in this house.
The red-head bent down to the ball of orange fluff, who mewed consistently for his attention, and held out his hand in greeting. "Hey there cutie…As Allen called you. Tim is it?" He asked the kitten quietly, that mewed a reply as it rubbed his face along the drummer's hand.
Scent marking the nice red-head who introduced himself.
Lavi gave a disgusted small smile and wiped his hand on his pants. "Ew…I appreciate your enthusiasm for wanting to make new friends, but Kit…I'm fer cereal a dog person. But that doesn't mean I don't like ya any less dude." He said grinning, and continued to pet the kitten on its small furry head.
And notice that the kitten had an odd white patch of fur on its head, it almost looked like a cross by the shape of it, but it was hard to make out, what with the kitten constantly rubbing its small head onto Lavi's pant leg.
"Alright! Here you go Lavi!" He heard Allen call from his kitchen again.
With one last gentle pat on the kitten's head, he waved a good-bye and walked to the kitchen.
To see the white-haired teenager struggling to keep both glasses of soda steady in his arms when the kitten quickly came scampering into the room and ran around Allen's ankles for his attention.
Lavi came to his side and plucked a glass away from his gloved hand with a fast "Thanks".
Taking a sip from the glass, the red-head's eye went wide in surprise and he quickly lifted the glass closer to his grinning face to inspect it.
"Whoa, fucking A!" Lavi grinned at the glass in his hands. "This is a such a clutch glass! It's like, crystal and shit. Stellar!" The red-head said as he spun the cup in all directions in his hand.
Seeing his smiling reflection inside the glass as he kept examining it out of fascination.
Allen cocked an eyebrow at the teen with a smile. "Er, thank you?" He replied, uncertainly.
Walking to the small round table at the end of the kitchen, Allen took a seat, every now and then drinking heavily from the glass cup in his hand.
The glass cups that he wasn't allowed to touch, because it was Cross's favorite drinking glasses, but Allen figured, since Cross wasn't around to protect his stuff, then that practically made it HIS glasses now.
Allen looked to the Roman numeral clock that was hung up on the wall inside his empty living room and tilted his head back to Lavi. "When was that the prick supposed to come pick you up again?" He asked after he noticed Lavi stopped staring into his glass crystal cup with enthrallment.
Lavi blinked up from behind the cup and smiled as he looked up to the clock Allen was focused on. "Fifteen minutes ago he said that he would be here in fifteen minutes…so I'm guessing, any minute now?" He finished with a shrug, taking a seat across the table from Allen, taking sips from his trippendicular crystal glass cup.
Seriously, what was it with Allen and glass? Everything looked so fucking dope!
"Hmm…" Allen hummed in thought.
Then gave Lavi an odd look.
"You never told me how you got into so much trouble that you had to get dropped down a grade," Allen said in realization, the red-head seemed pretty smart.
Once you get by his over fascination with every little thing…Oh right, he's over fascination is due to the marijuana he's been smoking for God only knows how long. Allen thought sadly, pursing his lip in displeasure.
Allen still couldn't believe that the red-head smokes. It's just hard to believe.
Even after he spent his entire week with the three older teenagers, the days spent watching band practice between the three, to just hanging out.
Kanda not really being one of the people Allen chose to willingly hang out with.
But he would argue with the guitar player every once in a while, just to get some form of conversation from the prick.
Even if most of what Kanda says, were insults.
Allen was just glad that Lenalee didn't smoke weed, at least he would have someone around with him when the two decide to smoke pot.
Never know, maybe Lenalee could be his best friend out of the three.
Lavi shrugged, still smirking. "Well, back in freshman year when I just enrolled in Black Order High, I happen to meet another freshman, you might know him today as a long-haired grumpy bunk who drives a pick-up truck…" Lavi grinned widely. "Oh sweet that rhymed! But anyways…" He trailed off, clearing his throat for his story.
"…One day when I was going to my second class right before lunch started, I decided to pull a small prank on the kid, just to see if he'll laugh about it later with me. He seemed like a good kid, he was quiet though; he always had a scowl on his face too, so I just thought that maybe someone took a shit in his toilet that morning, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. Anyways, I pulled the locker prank, yenno, when you tamper with it and manage to put a pie in it so that when you open it the first thing you're met with is a pie?" Lavi explained with a dreamy grin and sigh. "Stole that pie from the cafeteria that day...A shame it went to hell though, it was my favorite kind too, Cherry..." Lavi trailed off, then shook his head away from those thoughts. "But anyways, not the point!"
"So when he did open his locker and the pie came flying into his scowling face, I emerged from around the corner laughing and pointing at his sticky goopy face, and shouted out, 'Gotcha! Wanna be my friend?' Just to see what he would say, what he said was—and in a really deep Satanic like voice that an average pre-teen shouldn't have—'You're dead fucker!' and we started duking it out in front of all the teenagers and the teachers, and I got suspended for a week, and when I got back, they said I got lowered a grade…While Yuu Kanda, the victim of my clutch prank, got off with only a slap on the wrist for fightin'."
The red-head finished with a shrug. "I deserved it. After that, Yuu and I were best friends to the end!" He announced, grinning widely as he sipped on his Coke yet again.
"I bring it up every once in a while whenever Yuu ol'boy is feelin' down or summin', just to make his day better." Lavi smiles. "He just beats the shit outta me..." The red-head shivered, smiling nervously. "Beating me always makes him smirk..." he trailed off, a small genuine smile spreading across his lips. "He smiles though…So it's worth it, right?" He asked, mostly himself as he chuckled lightly under his breath.
Allen shook his head. "You…You're a bizarre person Lavi."
Lavi looked up from the glass with a grin. "Thanks Brit! I think you're pretty awesome too!" Lavi stated, smiling brightly as he began drinking from his glass yet again.
That wasn't what Allen said, but he wouldn't argue when he just got a compliment.
"Speaking of Kanda, I wonder why he hasn't—" Allen started to say, but was abruptly interrupted when the front door of his house was kicked open with a loud bang against his poor chipped yellow painted wall.
And in stormed an angry Japanese teenager, "Hurry the fuck up poser!" Kanda hollered from the door way. "I've been waiting out there for fucking five minutes now!"
They were all met with silence.
"Is that a cat?" They also heard him shout.
Allen quickly got up from his kitchen table, peeked his head out from the side of the kitchen, to see Kanda with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned with his hip resting against the door frame.
Eyeing his Timcanpy suspiciously.
And as usual, a dark scowl on his face.
Allen mimicked the stance the older teenager had just to tick him off more. "Barge in here again, prick, and I'll get my foster father's gun."
Sure I'm lying, but he doesn't have to know that. Thought the younger teenager, feeling an evil smirk spread across his face when he quickly saw the older teen pale, but after a quick second—more like a blink of an eye—Kanda's color came back and with an intensified glare as he composed himself.
"Fuck you runt." Kanda snapped.
When a bright head of fiery red hair popped out from around the kitchen wall, Kanda flicked his cold blue eyes at the nervous looking red-head.
"Get your shit Cyclops; I'm getting sick of breathing in the same air as the fag." The long-haired teenager said, thumbing into the direction of the white-haired brat who stuck his tongue out.
"I'm not gay Kanda." Allen stated, and in a perceptibly annoyed tone.
Kanda snorted. "Yeah, right, and I'm not Japanese and Cyclops isn't really a Cyclops." He countered sarcastically.
Allen's scowl darkened.
Lavi grinned as he downed his glass of Coke, wanting to break up this little feud more than ever, before it got seriously ugly.
"Thanks for the Cola Brit! See you later!" The red-head called over his shoulder as he raced to the door. "Don't kill him Yuu." Lavi said sternly, a hand clapped onto the older teenager's more muscular shoulder blade.
And with a small smile, Lavi began to rub Kanda's shoulder. "Your buff." Lavi stated happily.
Kanda looked at the hand touching him in disgust. "Fuck off, don't touch me." He spat at the red-head who soon held up his hands with a smirk.
"Whatev'. Later Al!" Lavi called again, then walked down the stone pathway towards Kanda's pick-up truck, hands shoved inside his tight black jeans pockets, the bottom of his pant legs were folded neatly inside out.
"Cheers, Lavi!" Allen hollered.
Giving a small smile at Lavi, when he heard the drummer cheer from across the street, saying: "I love the British!" as he jumped into the back of Kanda's truck and sat on the tailgate, waving vigorously with a grin plastered on his face.
Allen only shook his head with a smile, but soon returned his glare back to Kanda and cocked his hip to the side in impatience. "Well? Going to stand there and look at me, or leave and think about me?" He asked cockily, a sly smirk on his face.
Kanda gave him a disgusted look and turned his head away swiftly after. "Threaten me again and I'll be the one fucking up shit around here brat." The older teenager threatened dangerously as he turned around and slammed the front door to the brat's house shut.
Lavi grinned as he climbed out from the back of the truck to take Kanda's side. "I thought you were going to do more than just threaten him." He stated, pulling out a bright red sucker from his pocket.
Kanda huffed. "He's not worth a bruised knuckle." He grumbled, taking the sucker from Lavi's hand and popping it into his mouth.
Lavi pouted.
But then smirked slyly. "Or maybe he's just not worth seeing with a bruise on his eye, huh buddy?" The red-head stated, double meaning clear in his choice of words.
If Lavi didn't know any better, he would think Kanda had a crush on the Brit.
But he definitely knew better NOT to bring it up.
Kanda growled lowly in his throat and took a dangerous step forward towards the smiling red-head. "Shut the fuck up and get in the truck before I kick your ass there." Kanda threatened, glaring heatedly at the smirking drummer who merely lifted both his hands in mock surrender.
"Your secret is safe with me Yuu."
Inside the house, Allen gave a sigh in exasperation.
Completely oblivious to the scuffle that's taking place outside his house and in the middle of the street.
"He was the one who barged into my house." He huffed as he shook his head sadly at the eighteen-year-olds bad attitude.
He looked down to the floor to see Timcanpy pawing at a yellow paint flake.
He gave his kitten a confused expression, but soon let it be.
"You're too adorable Tim." He said with a smile as he walked to his bed room.
Hearing his kitten mew after him.
He needed major practice time with his Synthesizer, been far too long since he played his glorious instrument.
I wonder if I should bring it up to the gang that I can play the synth? Allen thought, hands on his hips as he stood just inside his bed room, with the synth standing just in front of him.
Shrugging his shoulders he relaxed his fingers over the electric keys and let a sigh escape his slightly parted lips. "I'll tell them when they need a synth."
March 21st, 1984.
Wednesday.
"But with the way things work nowadays," The short teacher, with thick sandy blonde hair, said as he scribbled hand writing on the board. "It takes a lot to be desired really." He finished his lecture of the way science worked in the 80th century, with a sad shake of his head.
"So." The teacher with the messy blonde-hair said, turning around and facing the entire class with a quirky smile. "Any questions?" He asked, pushing his large bifocal glasses up on the bridge of his nose comfortably.
"Um, yeah, right here Johnny boy." Drawled an oh, so painfully, familiar voice form within the crowd of students.
The teacher sighed expectantly. "Lavi, I told you to call me Mr. Gill..." He said, slightly annoyed at the lack of Lavi's respect for other teachers.
Especially him of all the teachers inside Black Order High.
"We talked about this so many times for last three years Red." Gill informed the other students, who only snickered at his expense.
Gill seriously thought about quitting this job so many times already, that it just seemed impossible to do now, so much procrastination on his part.
Lavi rolled his eyes as he lowered his raised hand. "Christ Johnny, wanna hear my question or not?" He said, smirking.
"Shoot." Johnny Gill said, resting his back against his desk and holding up his body weight with his hands on either side.
"Well, I was just wondering, when you said, 'it takes a lot to be desired'" The red-head started, his impersonation of Johnny's voice being particularly spot-on, "What do you mean by that…? Do you not like the way the 80th century construction is working with science?"
Allen kicked at the red-heads shin from beside him. "Don't be an arse Lavi." He whispered harshly in his clear British accent.
Lavi raised his hands. "I was simply asking a question Brit." He smirked.
Johnny cleared his throat. "Believe me, I don't have anything against the way science is working nowadays, but if you asked me. It could be a lot better." The short teacher said shrugging.
"So if you don't like the way it's working, why don't you quit your job here in this bunk ass school and change the field of science for a better century?" Lavi asked, getting another kick to his shin from Allen. "Ouch!" He hissed between clenched teeth.
Johnny sighed, irritably. "I would…I really would…" He said. "But who would keep you in line Lavi?" He asked smirking.
"The British dweeb beside him would." A long-haired Japanese teenager stated, distractedly.
Allen scoffed. "Yeah, and why not do it yourself Kanda? You seem like the kind of person to beat someone up just to keep them in line."
"Bite me skeezer." Kanda countered.
Trade-mark middle finger shot at the white-haired teen.
Lavi pouted. "Don't I have a say in this?" He complained. "I don't wanna get beaten by a crazy Japanese."
He was soon hissing through his teeth when he got a very hard kick to the back of his knees from a particular person sitting behind him.
"Owww…" The red-head groaned, rubbing his injured knees with both his hands.
Kanda growled, sitting more comfortably in his desk. "Shut it Cyclops, no one wants to hear you bitch and complain."
"Thank you Kanda." Johnny said nodding his head in approval. "But next time, I don't want to hear that kind of language in my class."
"Want me to speak in Japanese instead?" Kanda retorted, crossing his arms over his broad and toned chest as he raised a dark eyebrow at the pitiful looking teacher.
"No, that's not what I was…No, thank you…I'm sorry," Johnny sighed. "Let's get back to doing notes now, alright?" Johnny stated, shaking his head as he went back to the black board.
"Whatever floats your boat hoser." Kanda answered unabashedly as he took his pencil.
"Don't call the teacher that you jerk." Allen scolded from beside Lavi.
Kanda simply flicked him another middle finger with a bored look glazed in his half lidded eyes. "Bag your face, nark."
"What did you call me?" Allen demanded, he still has a lot to learn about the American slang.
But from the tone of Kanda's annoyed voice, and his expression, it told Allen that it wasn't exactly a compliment.
"Don't start shit short stack." Kanda threatened, raising his pencil as if he were holding a lethal knife.
"Told ya Al, poke the bear, you get the horns." Lavi said smiling.
Wrinkling his nose in confusion. "That doesn't make sense Lavi." Allen said.
"Just like the way you butcher English Euro-fag?" Kanda countered, sneering right at the white-haired little boy.
After that was said, an all-out war of threats and bad language were exchanged by three of the teenagers.
Including flying pencils and strewn about paper balls.
And then the entire class joined in.
Johnny had to hang is head in disappointment. "I should quit my job here." He muttered under his breath sadly.
For the rest of the class, Johnny assigned the three boys different seats—on either side of the room, far away from each other as much as possible—after he almost broke his glasses for trying to break up an angry Japanese from massacring a British teenager inside his classroom, and all throughout that whole ordeal, a red-head was barking orders with a maniac grin as he egged them on from on top of a desk.
Allen hopped out of class with Lenalee at his side; they made their way towards the cafeteria.
The white-haired boy paused in his tracks to look down the hall.
There he saw the familiar long-haired guitar player with his back turned towards them.
"Where is he going all of a sudden? Isn't it lunch break?" Allen asked Lenalee, pointing towards Kanda.
Lenalee raised an eyebrow and followed Allen's pointing finger.
Then smiled as she saw Kanda pushing passed other students in the hallway out of his way, looking particularly pissed.
But then again, she thought. When has he never pissed off at the entire world before?
"He's probably going for a drag Al…Don't worry 'bout him," She smiled. 'If either of the boys found out you were worried about Kanda of all people, I think Lavi would get jealous." She teased, smirking mischievously.
Allen wrinkled his nose in offence. "I'm not worrying…By drag you mean…?" He trailed off.
He really didn't want to mention the name around a swarm of teenagers inside a hallway, he was too afraid that it would get most—if not all of—their attentions.
And he definitely didn't want to be looked at like he was the schools drug dealer.
Lenalee nodded. "Yep, he's going for a special drag." She smirked again. "Now come on! Let's get the good lunch before the others do!" She sang as she began skipping through the crowd.
Allen took one last look down the hall, seeing the disappearing figure of Kanda further down ahead, he scowled, scolding himself for being interested at all.
I really shouldn't be nosy…Maybe he is going for a puff of his dope to calm himself down…But I usually see Lavi with him.
Then he thought back to the incident in Science Class, Kanda and Lavi were exchanging heated threats that time. And they both seemed keen on being mad at each other after the argument was done too.
Allen soon shook his head. "They've been friends for years huh? Then they should at least settle the argument in a civilized manner." He mumbled. "Besides, it was such a stupid argument to begin with." He stated to himself as he made a beeline towards the hall of where he saw Kanda heading off to.
Which were the back doors of the school.
Allen pushed one of the back doors to the school open, and checked over his shoulder once in a while to make sure he wasn't being followed.
With the coast clear, he quietly—as quietly as he could—squeezed his upper body out of the door first.
And just as he was about to heave his legs out of the door after his body, his shirt collar got tugged roughly forward and he was then pulled right through the crevice of the door with a loud and terrifying yelp.
And was slammed forcibly on the outside wall of the school, air momentarily knocked right out of his lungs as he groaned.
"What the fuck?"
Allen heard that ill-tempered and grouchy tone from anywhere and it could only belong to Kanda.
The white-haired boy slowly opened his eyes, and sure enough, he's faced with Kanda.
The Japanese teenager's expression was boarding along the lines of annoyance, and being slightly curious.
"Why the fuck are you following me brat?" Kanda snapped, tightening his grip on the shorter teenager's collar.
As if he wasn't abused enough from the older teenager.
"Kan…Da…Your…Ch-choking me," Allen gasped out, trying to slap Kanda's hand away from his throat.
"Give me a good reason not to." Kanda retorted.
He soon scowled and roughly removed his hand away from the collar. "Tch. You're too weak kid." Kanda spat and then took several steps to rest against the wall of the school to finish his hit, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand as he inhaled deeply on the joint resting between both his lips.
Allen rubbed at his throat gingerly as he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart. "That's not fair…You're too strong is what it is." He muttered his tone ever-so-slightly spiteful. "I was only wondering where it was that you were heading off to, its lunch break."
"Yay…" Kanda blandly stated, sarcastic as always. "I don't give a shit," He said in defiance, he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the white-haired boy in front of him.
"…Why the hell do you want to know where I'm going?" He asked, plastering on a glare.
Allen only shrugged as he put his gloved hands behind his back, lacing his fingers through one another as he kicked the toe of his shoes on the concrete. "I don't know…Did you talk to Lavi yet?"
"Tch. Fuck off runt. I don' want to hear it." Kanda growled, moving towards the back doors of the school, not in the mood to be lectured by someone who didn't know how his mind worked.
Or how his Retarded Cyclops's perverted red-head worked either.
"But you two are great friends! It's refreshing seeing two people like you and Lavi being friends!" He implored earnestly. "Besides, I never see either one of you without the other!" Allen said, desperately trying to reason with the eighteen-year-old and to stop him from leaving in a huff like he usually did.
"Are you calling me a fag poser?" Kanda demanded, now serious as he faced the short teen.
Allen quickly shook his head. "No…I just think it's sad that you can't maintain a good and friendly relationship. Especially since the both of you are in a band together…" Allen trailed off, kicking his sneaker on the ground yet again, feigning innocence.
Kanda raised an eyebrow. "Where the fuck are you going with this brat?" He huffed, crossing his arms.
Allen shrugged. "What I'm getting at is…If the two of you have one petty little argument, and that tiny little argument could possibly jeopardize the bands future, then wouldn't that mean that you're not very good at what you do? Don't get me wrong, you can play really awesome solos on the guitar…But what about the band dynamics? Is that completely lost in your short attention span brain of yours? 'Cause if so, then I feel sorry for the entire band…" Allen said, turning around to look up to the sky.
Clearing his throat for the rest of his speech.
"And I feel real sorry for Lenalee, being as how she always wished to be in a band forever with you and Lavi. It's going to be heart breaking for her to find out the band split because of some lame excuse of an argument." Allen finished, smirking deviously up to the clouds when he heard the ever disagreeing Kanda, finally become silent.
"Don't you agree Kanda?" Allen asked, finally turning around, his expression turning once again questioning and curious.
He watched as Kanda's expression was turning from anger, to confusion, then back to anger.
And watched as Kanda's mouth opened, closed, then re-opened with a scowl.
"Whatev'." Kanda deadpanned, moving for the door again and swung it open wide to take long legged strides inside and down the hallway.
Fucking brat, where does he get off telling me what to do and think? I was gonna go see the red-headed retard after I had a drag to myself for once. Kanda thought, scowling deeper. Since Cyclops always takes my joints away like it belongs to him, that fucker.
Allen chuckled from outside the school and shook his head. "Simple minded…But he does have a soft spot for the band I guess." Allen said with an amused smile, walking towards the back doors of the school.
"Wait for me Kanda!" The white-haired boy shouted happily at the retreating figure of the eighteen-year-old, who pretended he couldn't hear him as he walked faster.
"I don't get how you did it Allen." Lenalee whispered in the ear of a ravenously eating Allen.
She looked towards the happily smiling Lavi, who was currently yapping it up with a scowling Kanda in the cafeteria lunch line, and saw that the two seemed to be enjoying themselves as they both exchanged indifferent looks.
Lavi's being more happy, and Kanda's, well…
"How did you get the both of them to make up so fast?" She questioned resting her chin in the center of her palms. "Did you do the British talk?" She questioned, squinting at the white-haired boy who stopped eating his food with a confused look on his face.
Allen gave the girl the most apathetic stare in the world, that Lenalee had to wonder whether he was going to talk or not.
But then finally he took the bread out from his mouth and swallowed fast. "The…British talk…" He said slowly, unsure if that's what Lenalee really said.
And when she nodded her head.
He only gave her another confused expression. "When you say that…What do you mean exactly?"
Lenalee rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Al…When British people use their words and excellent conversation skills! They try to flip a conversation around, then they make it so that the other person can feel what they want them to feel, and when the time is right, and when they guilt the person they're trying to convince good enough, they grab them with the rope by their ankles and pull tight!"
Allen stared incredulously at his older friend with a raised eyebrow. "You sound as if you're discussing about rounding up cattle." He said smiling, "But I do get what you're saying…And yes…I did use the British talk. But I got them back to talking again didn't I?" He asked smirking.
Lenalee smiled brightly. "And for that I thank you. Usually when they have an argument like that, they go a couple days with not speaking to each other, and then band practice is cut in half, then I'm left being the one to pick-up the pieces and try getting them to make up…" She said sighing heavily in frustration. "But your amazing Allen…You got them both to apologize and in such a small amount of time. And coming back unscathed!" She quipped.
Usually, whenever she pushed Lavi to be the one to patch things up with the angry guitar player, he usually came back with several new bruises and in an even more depressed state than he was previously in.
"You're very welcome Lena," Allen grinned, then got back to scarfing down his pile of food on his cafeteria tray.
Making Lenalee cringe at the sight.
But once she saw her two band members striding their way towards the table, two of her bestest friends, she smiled brightly and waved happily. "Hey you guys! I've got this great idea for the band!"
"Lay it on me Lenababy," Lavi said coolly as he took a seat beside Allen, slinging an arm over the pale-boys slender shoulders casually.
It just came natural to him nowadays.
And 'causing the white-haired teen to cough on the fries he had piled in his mouth.
"Lenababy? He calls you 'baby' too Lenalee?" Allen asked, putting a hand up and pushing Lavi lightly away, taking offence to that small comment.
It could be just Lenalee's over imagination screwing words up again, but by the pout the young British teenager is wearing on his usually happy smiling face.
And how he sounded slightly disappointed and offended that Lavi called her by his nickname.
That he was affronted that Lavi casually called both herself and Allen his "Baby".
Lenalee shook her head with a hidden sly smile and took a sip from the apple juice she held delicately with both her hands.
"Red calls everyone baby Al. Don't feel snubbed."
At that, Kanda snorted.
And Allen glared in defiance. "I'm not feeling snubbed." He argued stubbornly.
Lavi chuckled and pulled his arm away from the teenager's shoulders. "Relax babe, when I call you baby it totally means something different from how I call Lenalee, baby. No offence Lena." He stated, sticking out his tongue at the Asian teenager, who only stuck her tongue out in retort.
"Oh Puh-lease, I couldn't have felt more safe and less violated." She scoffed.
High fiving Kanda who had his hand held out towards her expectantly.
A clear sign that he couldn't have agreed more.
"Well…As I was saying..." Lenalee continued on. "I just wanted Allen know what we've been talking about yesterday over the phone Red." Lenalee said as she cleared her throat in a business woman like manner.
Lavi gave her a confused look, but then his trade-mark smirk slowly spread across his face as he slowly recalled the night before.
The conversation finally starting to come back to him—little by little.
"Oh, oh! That thing!" Lavi winked.
Or blinked, Allen couldn't quite tell with the eye-patch covering over his other eye.
"Go ahead Lena, tell Al, I'm pretty sure he would be fucking stoked to hear." Lavi grinned.
Now Allen was interested.
"Hear what? What did you do?" Allen asked as he chewed the fries and cheeseburger he had in his mouth, crumbs flying from his lips from the sentence he just finished sputtering out.
Kanda cringed back and held his food out in front of him. "Can we NOT talk about this when the brat is eating like a fucking hippo?" Kanda grumbled, slightly disturbed at the amount of food the white-haired teen was ingesting. "Fucking boar…" He muttered under his breath, looking away and sipping from the straw inside his cup, taking delightful sips from the green-tea he made himself before he came to school.
Lavi quickly reached over to grab away Allen's tray of food away. "Yoink!" he announced happily. "Now tell him about what he all talked about Lenalee." Lavi said as he picked up a fry and tossed it into his mouth with a smirk.
"Since he's not getting his food back." The red-head quipped, smirking mischievously at the shorter teenager sitting just beside him.
Allen gulped down his milk, took a refreshing deep breath after successfully getting himself full, and licked his lips happily. "Mmm…Go ahead Lenalee. I think I'm quite done with my food now." He said politely as he dabbed his chin with a napkin and started sucking on his fingers in satisfaction.
He wasn't really finished with his food, he was gonna eat it once the conversation was over and done with, he was just playing along with Lavi's antics to make the red-head happy.
Lenalee shook her head once she caught the disturbing view of Lavi watching Allen's finger licking, intently.
"Oh, right, I can't believe you ate all that…But as I was saying earlier." She said with a grin. "Me, Kanda, and Lavi all decided that in order for you to get what type of music we like to play—"
"—which is Hard Rock Allen!" Lavi hollered, cutting off Lenalee with a grin.
"We didn't talk about shit over the phone!" Kanda soon barked, finally joining in on the conversation, "You must've been juiced out of your Chinese head." The guitarist said in defiance.
"Did you have to go and tell him Lavi? We decided that we wanted Allen to hear it for himself!" Lenalee shouted, reaching over the table to successfully smack the one-eyed teenager over the head with her Biology text book. "And Kanda, we so DID talk about this over the phone! You're the one who must've been too stoned to remember!" She argued, gesticulating wildly in the air.
Lavi hid behind Allen.
Who looked like he didn't want to be involved in this conversation at all by the way Lenalee was throwing her book about over each of their heads threateningly while she was in a fit of frustration.
"Geez Ms. Lee, go all Komui on us why don't ya?" Lavi muttered.
And for that comment, he got shot a good stone cold glare from said Komui wannabe.
And soon he found himself apologizing profusely.
Now calm for successfully scaring the living shit out of the red-head, Lenalee sighed.
Propping both her elbows up on the cafeteria lunch table, she grumbled. "Thank you for that guys…" Lenalee said, glaring at the red-head yet again.
Who slowly shrunk further behind Allen.
Then glared to Kanda, who avoided all contact with her eyes and looked everywhere, but at his Asian friend beside him.
Which she had to roll her eyes passionately at, both of her best friends could be a real pain in the ass, give or take.
But instead of arguing with them like they wanted her to do, she got back to the conversation at hand. "We need you to come over to my place after school Allen, we'll hafta run you through one of our songs, yenno, like a jam session." She said, shrugging casually.
"Don't say it like a mega dweeb Lenalee!" Lavi said pouting, finally revealing himself from behind Allen, "Say it like, Fuck yeah! Like a clutch jam session, man!" Lavi then went on hollering and cheering inside the cafeteria.
Getting all sorts of looks thrown at him from passer-by's and from the students who were trying to enjoy their school meal.
The three that just so happened to have shared a seat with the rowdy red-head all sighed and ignored him for the rest of their meal.
One of them (that is Kanda) left the table with a scowl and a: "I'm fucking outta here." For the soul reason of not wanting to be seen with the likes of the red-head.
"I'll be there." Allen soon informed them as he snatched his tray of food away and began once again, eating.
I noticed that I hardly change anything in these last few chapters, but oh well, I DID re-do the mistakes and corrected them...Well...At least the mistakes that I've noticed :L so if there is still more. Meh bad. I must sound like a broken record huh? always repeating "I'm sorry" or "Spelling mistakes" etc. etc.