I forgot to say this!
Remember if I have The letters in BOLD it's important...
I got this story's 80's theme and was inspired to type this story by the help of Novelist Pup's AMAZING story "Anyway You Want It." I am NOT in ANYWAY copying her story, nor am I pasting her works into my own, this story idea and the plot was all my own. I just wanted the 80's theme in this story.
SO I'm sorry if I have confused anyone or made people think that I'm copying her.
And now, back to the story...
Chapter 9.
April 4th, 1984
Wednesday.
When Allen was called into the principal's office, he had thought there wasn't any particular reason for him to be worried, in fact, he was only relatively curious as to why he was being sent to the office, that is until he actually WENT into Komui's office.
He knocked on the door once. "Hello? You wanted to see me Kom—Dear Lord!" And he narrowly dodged whatever it was that flew by his head and shrieked in terror when he felt a pair of hands hoist him up by the collar of his shirt and throw him inside the office room.
He fumbled on his sneakers half way through the door and fell—face first—onto the floor.
He groaned painfully and heaved himself off of the floor, rubbing at his forehead with a gloved hand.
"What the blast is wrong with—" Allen was about to shout at Komui for pulling a complete creepy—and not to mention RAPIST—kind of move, until he saw familiar looking pair of black leather boots in front of his face from the floor, and he knew for a fact that those couldn't be Komui's.
Because only one person in the entire universe would wear such big leather boots that covered half of their legs with buckles and straps going from the top of the knee, all the way down to the toe.
Like one of those mad hard professional wrestlers.
When the British teen looked up from the boots, he noticed that the long red messy hair was actually kept neat in a pony-tail—for once—and behind the deep red head, instead of leaving it down and hanging everywhere around his head, like Allen was accustomed to seeing, but the tips of his hair still stuck out oddly in spikes as usual, and an un-lit cigarette hung from his smirking lips as he scratched at the red-stubble that sprinkled on his chin.
His one glaring hazel eye burning a spot in Allen's soul.
Allen gave the man a worried looking smile as he sat on the floor in front of the intimidating looking man. "Hello there foster father Cross."
"Don't give me that shit." The man smiled evilly.
And the teenager was beaten senseless by a text-book that the man had hidden behind his back.
"Yo! W'sup Brit—holy shit!" Lavi gaped at the tall red-haired man that stood at Allen's side as the man held a tight grip on the poor teenager's shirt collar behind his neck.
The red-head mentally gave himself some props for the accidental rhyme he came up with on the spot, but that wasn't the entire reason why Lavi was gaping.
He was gawking at how drop dead well…HOT the man was!
The man was a cold-stone fox compared to a kid like him.
Lavi tried to not feel the little twinge of envy licking its way up his spine at seeing a man with that much of a tougher—and hotter—exterior than he himself, that he had yet to accomplish later on in life.
He also noticed Allen was trying to smile, even though he was being held up awkwardly by the man.
"Oh, hi Lavi." The British teenager replied sheepishly with a small wave of his hand.
Lavi waved back slowly. "Uh, hey Al…Who is this old—but totally ace looking—geezer that's holding you up like a dirty cat?"
"Hah! Dirty cat," Muse the red-haired stranger.
Making both of the teenagers flinching at how deep the man's voice was.
"This little bastard doesn't even deserve to be in the same category as a cat." The man stated dangerously as he roughly—and practically—tossed the British teenager into Lavi's arms. "Say good-bye to your little friend, I'll be in the Thunderbird." The man gruffly announced as he stomped away from the two.
Lavi tore his gaze away from the back-side of the hotter older gentleman, and over to the white-haired teenager who was rubbing gingerly at his neck with a black leather glove.
"Good-bye?" Lavi repeated." Where you going Al?!" Lavi demanded as he shook the shorter teen by his shoulders, "You're not ditching me, are you Brit? Ditching the band? 'Cos that's so not cool man!" Lavi said as he glomped onto the small frame. "I fucking love ya Al! Why leave me now? We hardly had any time together!" The drummer wailed.
Allen paled, but then felt his face flush with emotion at being hugged—aggressively—by the taller latter, "I'm not going anywhere! Just going home Lavi! And quit hugging me! People are looking at us!" Allen harshly whispered into the neck of the squirming red-head.
Who shook his head fast. "You're not leaving me, until I hug your essence into me baby!"
"You sound totally—forgive me for this Lav—but fagged!" Allen bellowed, squirming in the arms that were holding his waist tightly, ignoring the heated touch the red-head managed to give off and onto his skin.
His skin was tingling.
That was just odd.
"Wait," Lavi deadpanned, holding the teenager away from his body to look into the grey eyes of Allen, "Did you just call me love? As in, a British nick name for someone you like?" Lavi grinned widely.
Before Allen had time to deny and re-phrase his sentence, he was brought roughly into Lavi's arms again.
"Oh baby! I love ya a lot too!" Lavi cooed, choosing to ignore Allen's rants about saying he called him 'Lav' not 'love', and flicked his green eye over to the front doors of the school, and that is where he spots Kanda, who was standing by the door way beside Lenalee.
Then the red-head noticed—and in amusement of course—at how Kanda's facial expression turned from less-scowling and grumpy, to perpetually pissed in a second when the long-haired guitarist caught sight of the both of them, currently in a heated embrace just down the steps and close to the parking lot in front of the school.
Lavi smirked to Kanda, who locked furious blazing blue eyes on him, and the red-head merely gave the long-haired teenager a two finger salute in his direction.
Noticing that the long-haired guitar player was practically seething at that point.
"Lavi! Your squeezing the life outta me!" Allen cried, still trying to wiggle free from his hold.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry there Brit." Lavi said, smiling as he finally unhanded the small figure from his arms.
When he looked back up towards the doors of the school, he saw Lenalee shouting at the retreating figure of Kanda from the door ways.
"What are you looking at that's so bloody hilarious to you?" Allen questioned, a delicate eyebrow raised as he turned his head over his shoulder to see no one standing there whatsoever, only Lenalee.
Who looked to be shouting at someone inside the hallway.
He shrugged and looked back to Lavi. "I need to go now Lavi…I know Cross is waiting for me in the car, and most likely, thinking of diabolical ways to successfully make my life a living hell." Allen said with a cold shiver.
"Cross? Who is that old geezer anyways?" Lavi asked, walking beside the teenager.
Who made a move for the student's parking lot in front of the school.
Lavi's hands fished into both his pockets of his acid-washed jeans for something to stick inside his mouth, when he finds a sucker, he grins in delight and pops it in his mouth.
Allen sighed heavily from beside him. "He's my foster father, who I have been stressing about this past week." He explained as he took long legged strides towards the parking lot. "And no, he's not ace looking, he's a bloody maniac that carries a gun around in his trousers." Allen deadpanned, a scowl hardening on his pale features.
Lavi gave a shrill and impressed whistle, "That dude is fuckin' hard core for having a gun! I gotta meet the dude!" Lavi said enthusiastically, trying to hurry ahead of the white-haired teenager.
"What? No!" Allen cried, grabbing Lavi's arm and steering him backwards. "You're not meeting him! You cannot meet that zany bloke!"
"Why not?" Lavi whined. "And what does 'zany' mean?" Lavi asked, eyebrow raised at the suddenly jumpy Allen, "Does it mean, 'killer crazy'? because if it does, than you only managed to peek my interest in the dude Al," Lavi said, teasing grin shot down to the lead singer.
Who shook his head furiously.
"Yes it means killer crazy! And NO! You cannot meet him Lavi!" Allen pleaded, shaking the red-head by the shirt.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy Al," The one-eyed teen purred, surrendering, "Yenno I'm only jerking you around, I'll bounce now if that makes you feel better." Lavi said smirking, twirling the orange sucker he had in his mouth around with his tongue as he smirked.
Allen shook his head, deciding it's safer to look away from Lavi's lips before he did something completely stupid—and not to mention gay—"It won't make me feel better…But thanks, I appreciate it." Allen said, smiling back up at Lavi.
Who only nodded his head and began walking backwards, his face still turned towards him.
"Yenno I have to meet the dude sooner or later Brit!" Lavi called to the shorter teenager, making his way to the other side of the parking lot, with a grin, he turned his entire body around to face the school.
"Why?" He heard Allen groan from behind him.
"Because he has to know about us sometime!" Lavi hollered over his shoulder, his voice obviously teasing. He smirked, but with the sucker still inside his mouth, it twisted to the side of his cheek.
Allen flushed from behind the retreating figure of Lavi. "What do you mean, 'about us'? Last time I checked, we were only friends Lavi!" Allen yelled, pouting.
Then the British teen realized that he had yelled that out for the entire on-looking students to hear, and sheepishly he looked around, to find that mostly everyone was staring at him like he was insane.
The shade of red that tinted his cheeks went up ten-fold at discovering that everyone's eyes were on him, so with a nervous chuckle, he quickly scurried away.
And over to where he could hear Cross's honking horn, which was loud, and completely annoying.
April 6th, 1984
Friday.
Cross Marian wasn't a nosy person, per se, and he wasn't exactly as curious as the rest of the human population either.
But with a particular question plaguing his mind andever since he first saw the little bastard being friendly with a tall teenager that had—and in his opinion, LIKEABLE red-hair—but a painfully idiotic smile, he just couldn't take his mind off of the question.
You can call him every damn name under the fucking sun about him being a stalker, he wouldn't give a shit anyways, but after he 'supposedly' left the brat to start up his Thunderbird back at the school, he stuck around a little longer than necessary in order for him to find out whether or not the little bastard might up and leave like a fucking sinner on judgment day because of his sudden return home.
But when he did stick around, all he got for a show was the brat (Allen) being embraced by the idiot red-head for a couple seconds too long.
And after their hug, they were practically connected by the hip as they walked towards the parking lot—that he was hiding inside.
And when they were suddenly heading into his direction, Cross ditched and ran like no tomorrow to actually start his Thunderbird, and he had to pretend he had been waiting inside the car by honking his horn several times.
So all in all, when they returned back home…He's been sitting in the same damn spot in front of the newly acquired television set, sitting in some beat up old wooden lounge chair—made specifically for the outdoors—and watched re-runs of Three's Company in color.
Another thing was on his mind.
Why does it even fucking bug me so much? It's been two fucking days since then! And the kid is old enough to make his own Goddamn decisions! And he's not even my own flesh and blood for Christ sake, I shouldn't go around telling him what to do! Cross thought irritably, gulping down the scotch in his crystal glass with a heavy sigh of frustration, pretending he's been interested in the TV in front of him for the longest time since.
When in reality, his one single hazel eye always strayed over to the white-haired teenager sitting in the loveseat beside him, doing his homework, and wondering if the David Bowey look-a-like was a little faggot.
When the white-haired teenager stirred in his seat, Cross quickly averted his eye and shot it back to the TV in front of them.
"What does…Ag-gre-gates, mean?" The boy slowly pronounced from beside him. Not looking up from the text book in front of him.
Cross had to snort at that question, how the hell was he supposed to know?
"It sounds English." He stated matter-of-factly.
He heard the brat scoff from beside him. "Oh, okay, thank you Cross for that insightful tip."
"Don't sound so goddamn sarcastic, I'm the adult here remember?"
"I'm sorry. My apologies."
Cross looked over his shoulder to glare at the white-haired boy, "I just said don't sound so goddamn sarcastic brat." He warned. He really didn't like repeating himself, if he had to one more time, he would hastily throw the cat at him. Sorry Tim.
Allen sighed heavily and nodded, reluctantly. "Fine, this time I mean it, I'm sorry for being snappish."
"Hmph, better." Cross huffed, looking back to the TV screen. Soon enough he started hearing the little bastard write in the text book again, and heard him hum every once in a while, as if agreeing to whatever it said inside the book.
Cross watched another episode of Three's Company, and when that was over and another one was soon beginning to start, he looked over his shoulder to find that the teenager still hadn't left the spot from beside him, and was still writing, but inside a different text book this time.
Cross couldn't let his mind stay stuck on some stupid little question like this anymore, he had to say it sometime, why not now when the bastard was actually here to answer it?
"Who was that kid with red-hair?" He asked sternly. He wanted to make his voice sound as monotone as possible, because he didn't want to sound so goddamn interested in the boy's life more than he was obligated too.
Besides, that would only scare the little prick out of the living room right?
He raised his eyebrow when the brat beside him only chuckled.
"His name is Lavi, Cross…Lavi…" The white-haired teenager trailed off, unsure and blinking stupidly.
"Lavi what?" He snapped, losing his patience, another thing he hated, waiting.
"Lavi…?" The brat repeated, still sounding completely unsure of the kid's last name.
"Pfft, look at you, you have a boyfriend and you don't even know his last name." Cross wanted to slap a hand over his mouth at the huge word fumble that slipped out of his mouth.
And yet he didn't actually want to slap a hand over his mouth, because what average 30 something year-old holds his mouth like a little pussy?
But he did began swearing profusely at himself inside his head, silently wishing he hadn't said that. But alcohol tends to do that to you, doesn't it? When the truth just pours out of your mouth like word vomit?
"B-boy F-f…" The brat stuttered.
Cross quickly looked over his shoulder and stared at the red faced brat with shock evident in his single hazel eye. "Oh, shit kid," Cross said slowly, his eye slightly widening in surprise, "He really is your boyfriend huh? And I thought I was fucking being funny, but it's true after all…"
He always knew that the brat was a little iffy about what he wanted to fuck and what he didn't—because just look at how the runt dresses!—but he had no idea that what the kid DID want to fuck, was the same gender.
Cross always had a hunch about the boy though.
The white-haired teenager gaped at the man in front of him in complete and utter horror, "Wait what? No! You didn't even let me say anything!" The teenager argued, "He's my friend! And only my friend! Besides I'm not even gay!" Allen yelled frantically, raising both his hands above his head as he quickly got up from the lounge chair beside his foster father, and headed swiftly to his room, but not before grabbing his kitten that once laid asleep on the floor.
Which the cat objected to that sudden and very awakening by letting out a single choked meow as it looked up to its furious captor.
Who was holding him up from his stomach rather uncomfortably.
But before Allen stormed out of the living room—and had every intention of ignoring Cross for the rest of the day—he turned around from within his bedroom door way and shouted.
"And I DO know Lavi's last name but I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone!" He quickly yelled over to Cross, before finally slamming the door shut.
Cross sighed and began gulping down his alcoholic drink from his crystal glass.
The question was no longer plaguing his mind or bugging the shit out of him anymore, and he was no longer curious now that he knew that the kid was dating a boy.
But what has now replaced the previous question though, was the fact not knowing whether he should beat the living shit out of the red-headed idiot for fucking with the kid's young mind, or just give the idiot a hug for helping him make friends, even if they were fuck friends, it still counts.
"Did he even hit puberty?" Cross mumbled.
Now that was also a question to ponder about.
April 7th, 1984
Saturday.
He was only fifteen for crying out loud!
He's not even supposed to be thinking about things like that. What his mind SHOULD be focused on, is homework, school, and band practice.
Too bad his mind isn't focused on either of those things, but somewhere lost in its own and completely messed world right now.
Allen stared blankly ahead towards the door leading from the garage, into Lenalee's laundry room, and pondered over many questions inside his head.
Did it seem like Lavi was his boyfriend? Did it look that way to others as well? Maybe he HAS been hanging out with Lavi a lot too…But they go to the same school for goodness sake! And they're in a band together as well, he couldn't just up and leave Lavi and start ignoring him either, besides, he didn't really want to. That would just be plain rude.
Someone had to say something some time.
It was like a giant elephant just bounded into the room and that the giant elephant just took a shit in the middle of the room, and no one wanted to point out the obvious and say "hey, the elephant took a shit."
But someone had to break the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air around their heads.
And the culprit behind the uncomfortable silence was the brat with the white-hair, who seemed completely out of it for the past day and a half.
"What the fuck is eating him?" Kanda grumbled, the first person to actually state what was on his mind.
"As much as I would like to say, I am." Lavi said smirking, second in line to actually voice his thoughts. "But because I'm not I can`t say shit..." he pouts. "But I don't even know what's up with Al either."
The drummer didn't know why Allen was so shut out of the world lately, he noticed it yesterday too, Allen was always Allen, smiling and making sure to get on Kanda's nerves every once in a while during band practice…But he still didn't seem the same.
If that made any sense.
"Shut the fuck up retard." Kanda growled, going over to the red-head to hit him over his head with his boot.
He felt that he shouldn't dirty his Mugen with the likes of his head.
"Ow! I was only stating the truth Yuu! Man that smarts!" Lavi whined, holding his head.
Kanda sneered, turned away from the whining red-head and walked back to the corner of the garage. "Where the fuck is Lenalee?" He finally noticed the younger girl's absence as he looked around the garage.
Allen snapped out of his thoughts when he felt pressure beside him on the couch.
Looking over with a raised eyebrow, he saw the red-head trying to lay down and relax, while he was still sitting on the couch.
"Um, Lavi?"
"Yeah Brit?"
"I'm still sitting here," Allen smiled, wanting to point that out, just to make sure Lavi gets what he's trying to say.
Hinting at the red-head that he better move his legs soon, or people will be put them under even more suspicion of them being a gay couple.
More so than he already thought they looked like one.
When the red-head smirked and gave him a thumbs up—he sighed, apparently Lavi didn't take hints.
"That means you can't throw your legs over mine." Allen said, smiling small despite that the red-head's long legs and were slightly heavy when he rested them over his mid-section and lap.
"I can move...Or I can lay here with my buddy." Lavi smiled. "I pick the second one just so we're clear." Lavi stated, smirking wider at the adorable pout he got from the younger white-haired singer.
Looking like a brat who didn't get his way, that to the red-head, was considered adorable.
"Okay boy's! I'm back!" Lenalee announced, storming through the door and hopping down three of the steps and into the garage. "I wanna go over something real fast-like before we start band practice."
"Your explanation why you're late and forced me to stand around the fucking garage and wait?"
"Why is it that you always rhyme whenever you're getting mad at someone?" Allen asked the angry guitarist with a sly smile.
"I was wondering the same thing Yuu," Lavi piped up, raising his finger to indicate he's asking the same question.
Kanda scowled as he furrowed his eyebrows. "How the fuck am I rhyming?"
Lavi grinned. "Easy, I think it's because you keep—"
'That's not the point! Quit arguing for such bogus reasons guys!" Lenalee sighed, walking over to the couch she revealed something that she's been hiding behind her back ever since she first walked into the garage.
She waved it around the disgruntled face of the guitarist first, then went over to the bored and half lidded eye of Lavi as he continued to lay on the couch, with Allen underneath his legs.
"What's that?" Allen asked curiously, leaning closer to the pamphlet. But in order to do so, he had to practically crawl on top of the red-head that was taking up all the room on the couch just to get a better look-see.
Lavi grinned and brought the younger teenager closer in his arms.
Which earned him a loud yelp of surprise from the lead singer.
Lavi's green eye strayed over to the scowling guitarist beside his drum set with a smirk. He found it quite hilarious that Kanda was capable of getting jealous over little things like this, what he found even more amusing, was that Allen would go along with it, did he know that he was driving Kanda insane by jealously? Or was he ACTUALLY ignorant and innocent?
Snapping out of his thoughts quickly, Lavi pointed in front of the pamphlet in Lenalee's hand.
"It's a gig, they need a band to open for some other band playing close by. It's says we have to audition before we get in though..." Lavi read aloud, having to squint his only good eye in order to read it more clearly.
"It also says," Allen began, shifting his weight on Lavi as he too started reading aloud to the group, that huddled around the small coffee table, which Lenalee was sitting on top of. "That if we do get in, we still have to pay the admission fees at the door...I think that's rather unfair." Allen stated, a frown of displeasure on his face.
He then pushed himself off of Lavi and scrambled off of the couch, once he did that, he grabbed the flyer from within Lenalee's hand in haste.
"I really think—"
Kanda marched over to the white-haired teenager and snatched away the pamphlet.
Ignoring the younger teen's irritating, and high-pitched sounding, "Hey!"
"So it's just an opening gig for some other band to be the main attraction? That's fuckin' bunk." The guitarist stated, handing it back to Lenalee, even though the brat held out his hand expectantly for the pamphlet.
Allen rolled his eyes at Kanda's childish behavior and sat beside Lenalee, who was sitting on top of the small coffee table in front of the couch with her legs delicately crossed over one another.
"I think we should do it." The younger teen said in determination, reading the flyer over again and looking over Lenalee's shoulder just to get a better view of it.
Lenalee raised an eyebrow at the teen beside her. "Are you fer cereal?" She asked, looking back to the flyer, it was a gig, but they still had to pay the admission fees.
That was just wrong on so many levels.
Allen smiled brightly, quickly nodding his head. "Yeah! I mean, why not right? It's not like we have any other plans next weekend! At least...I don't think we do...?" Allen trailed off, looking to each of his band mates.
Lavi shook his head with a smile. "I got no plans...But wanna know something? It legit sucks, because I usually do." Lavi said, pouting at how sad that sounded.
Kanda rolled his eyes. "Like I have anything to do."
"You can say that again skip," Lenalee teased, sticking her tongue out at the long-haired guitar player.
Who only scowled at her as if he was just betrayed.
"I got no plans either..." The Asian teenager said, holding her chin in thought.
Allen smiled. "So it's settled! We're going to this placed called..." He looked back to the flyer in Lenalee's hands before continuing with his sentence. "'Static Impulse' next coming Saturday, and auditioning as the opening act. And everyone is agreeing to this, yes?" He asked looking around the group.
"Well hell yee-ah I'm in!"
"Me too!"
"No shit-short-stack."
Allen grinned. "Excellent! Let's back to practicing now yeah?"
"Sounds bitchin'Brit! But first—" Lavi exclaimed, quickly sitting up from the couch to stare in the grey eyes of the lead singer.
Who was now facing him with a very nervous smile.
"Why're you so boring lately?" He accused, eye narrowing.
"Excuse me?" Allen questioned, leaning back in offence, being called the word 'boring' was most definitely hurtful.
"I've been noticing this behavior too!" Lenalee stated, raising her hand in the air with a bright smile. "I mean, what's up Al?" She asked, leaning forward on the table.
"He's British." Kanda deadpanned. Grabbing every ones incredulous stares. "British people are always boring, haven't you watched Coronation Street?" Kanda snorted, raising his nose in defiance. "Idiots."
"Let's practice now, please, and drop this conversation." Allen said, hanging his head in irritation.
He didn't really want to talk to his friends about how his foster father was being a complete prick, and was talking about his sexuality as if they were discussing the weather, just a few days ago prior.
"You watch Coronation Street Yuu? So not cool man." Lavi teased, smirking at the scowling guitar player.
Allen heaved a relieved sigh, grateful for once that the red-head was so easily distracted, because now the conversation can be flipped and focused on Kanda.
Just as Allen had that assumption fresh in his mind, Lenalee piped in her own two cents.
"No kiddin'...Even my brother doesn't watch that shi—show." Lenalee quickly corrected her verbalization.
In fear that her brother might emerge from behind the garage door as he has done on so many other occasions.
Off to the side, Kanda stood with his fingers angrily tapping away on his fore arm as he waited—patiently—for the entire group to stop their bullshit.
"Let's practice now!" Kanda roared. "I don't watch that shit!" He stormed over to his Mugen, and roughly slung it over his shoulders to glare heatedly at the snickering group.
"Then why did you bring it up?" Allen asked slyly. "You watch it and think of me don't you?"
"Fuck you!"
"You didn't deny it Yuu Ol'buddy." Lavi chided with a waggling finger.
"Do you want to get decked, skeezer?"
So what do you guys think? This chapter is pretty long. But as we progress, the chapters are only gonna keep getting longer. Because I don't want this story at chapter 39 or chapter 100 and sum. I just don't have that in me. So I think this story and it's chapter are only gonna go up to 20 something and over.
That is if my muse and inspiration doesn't leave me...
Tah!