Elliot went over to the small refridgerator holding the ice packs as a brunette girl limped inside, looking around and collapsing into the nearest chair, letting out a quiet yet heavy breath. She was massaging her right knee, which looked slightly bruised and swollen.
She looked to Freddy, who had his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. she fell for it, and turned her attention to Elliot, who was rumaging around the inside of the fridge for a cold enough ice pack. "D'you know where the nurse is?" she asked politely.
Elliot nearly jumped out of his skin in suprise due to the girl's voice, having not known anyone had entered. He whipped around, sighting her seated next to Freddy's bed. The burnt boy choked, grinning in amusement while chortling softly, eyes still closed. Elliot shot him a glare, then looking back to the girl, shaking his head.
"Sorry; she wasn't in here when we arrived," he told her, turning back to the fridge and picking up the first two packs he saw, closing the door with a dull snap. He tossed one to Freddy and the other to the girl, Freddy setting it on his lip and hissing as the girl put her's on her knee, which seemed to be getting worse and worse.
"Damn coldness," he mumbled.
~Later- somewhat~
"Where WERE you two?" Jordin snapped at the duo as she dragged Ruby over to them by Freddy's locker. Jordin looked livid, while Ruby wrenched her arm free of her friend's hold, rubbing the reddened skin gingerly.
"The nurse's office," Elliot answered simply with a curt shrug.
Jordin's anger dissolved instantly, though was replaced with obvious confusion. "The nurse's office? Why were you there?"
"Yeah," Ruby spoke up. "God forbid the reason you left 'er high an' dry in History fer sumthin' retarded."
"Blood," Freddy said sullenly, pointing to his still bandaged but now clothed bicep and lip, which looked rather healed.
"Oh," the two girls said in usion. "So, which one was it?" the redhead asked, eyebrows furrowing in upcoming rage as a scowl fixed her features. "Slutty, sluttier, or sluttiest?"
"Dickface Andrew," Freddy grumbled, closing the door to his locker and putting his lock on it, bookbag slung over his good shoulder.
"I knew it!" Jordin damn near shrieked. Of course, the hallways were so crowded and loud no one really payed any mind. "Told you! TOLD, YOU! Oh, but NO; you didn't BELIEVE me! God, Freddy, sometimes your stupider than a ditzy blondo!"
Elliot blanked. But, Freddy IS blonde... he thought.
"Could you just shutup about it, huh?" Freddy asked almost pleadingly. "Really, you've been bugging me with the whole 'Andrew's gunna kick yer ass' shit ALL FUCKING DAY."
Jordin crossed her arms, almost triumphantly. "Told you."
Ruby rolled her eyes and took her friend's wrist, leading her off around the corner while apologizing to the boys, "Sorry, she gets like that." With that they vanished out of sight.
Freddy sighed. "I will never, in the history of EVER, trust any chicks ever again."
Elliot chuckled at his pledge. "That's a pretty strong commitment to make when you're fourteen, you know."
Freddy nodded, beginning to walk off towatd the front doors with Elliot close behind. "True, but I don't exactly give a damn right now, do I?"
"No, I suppose not," Elliot agreed. Then a thought popped into his head. "Hey, would you be able to come over tonight?"
"Erm... I really don't know." He sounded extremely cautious. "Stepdad doesn't want me out late ta keep from tellin' anyone witout him knowin' an' gettin' thrown in the big house."
"Please?" Elliot complained in a somewhat begging voice.
Freddy took a moment to consider and think. "Alright, sure; why the fuck not?" Elliot smiled, cheering in his head. "But YOU hafta come wit me ta tell 'im where I'm goin'."
"If its such a big fuss why not just ask him to sleepover?"
"... sleepover?"
"Yeah, why?"
"... you want ME, to go over YOUR house, and then spend the night?"
"Yes... actually I don't believe it would be a problem if you stayed until Sunday."
"Donchu need yer parents' permission?"
"My mom wouldn't mind. Besides, she's over in Cleveland for a case until Tuesday."
"What aboutchur dad?"
That made Elliot pause; his father. He mentally screamed at himself for his idiocy. I really shouldn't tell him, he thought. But... he told me about his stepfather. Then again I sort of pried it out of him.
Making up his mind he quietly said, "He's um... kind of... dead." Elliot had barely said the last word, less then a whisper, hoping Freddy hadn't heard and would just leave it be, change to another subject.
Of course, cartoony logic prevailed again. "Sorry, man," Freddy apologized for his intrusion of personal space.
Elliot sighed. "Its okay, don't worry about it." Trying to cheer himself back up he said, "So you need me to come with you to tell your stepfather where you're going for the weekend?" Freddy nodded, slightly scared of what the outcome might be. He thought of a lot of twisted, yet incredibley reasonable, could- happen instances. He shivered; damn that man.
~AT 1428~
"Goin' over YER 'ouse fer da ness tree days?" the drunk slurred, pointing a finger at Elliot, who stood protectively in front of Freddy. The fourteen year old had all he needed packed in his backpack, but looked slightly afraid, clinging onto Elliot's arm as though his life depended on it.
"Yes, sir," Elliot said clearly, trying desperately not to gag on the amount of alchohol he could smell tainting the man's breath. He knew full well why Freddy hated him so much now; the man was a drunk bastard and lived in a disgusting house.
He smirked, close to rotted, yellow teeth showing. They went greatly with the pale, waxy skin, greasy, unkept hair, and beady, sunken- in, beatle- like eyes. "Good!" he exclaimed, flipping Elliot off. "'Fit keeps dat lil' shit outta 'ere fer a while, sure! Why da fuck not?"
Elliot nodded swiftly, lyingly agreeing with him as Freddy tugged on his sleeve to get him to leave a quickly as possible. The haggard spoke up once more just as they were to walk out the door, in an exceedingly amused tone. "'Dose hickies're showin', y'know. Best cover 'em up den wear dat ol' rag of a shirt." He snickered like a child that had just witnessed someone throw a pie on another.
Elliot blushed furiously, his cheeks staining a bright crimson in the shadows where nobody could see. "Alrighty then, heh," Freddy chuckled nervously, face burning pink as he lead Elliot off through the door, closing it behind them with a sharp snap as they emerged onto the wooden porch.
"PLEASE tell me he didn't just say what I though he just said!" Elliot pleaded with the other, face still heated in crude embarrassment.
"He's a perv, El," Freddy hissed quietly, so that if his stepfather was to have been eavesdropping he wouldn't have heard. "All he thinks about're drugs, drinking, and sex. That's it."
Elliot groaned, putting his face in his hands. "I now officially hate more people than humanly possible," his muffled statement came out.
Freddy reassuringly pat his shoulder. "That's how I feel everyday," he said. "C'mon; the longer we stand here the longer my bastard of a gaurdian has ta take back what he privelaged."
Elliot nodded, taking his head out of his hands and walking down the stairs onto the sidewalk, leading his friend to 1506.
"I have a question," Freddy began, catching up and walking side-by-side with him.
"I might have an answer," Elliot said.
"No, you WILL have an answer," Freddy told him.
"An why is that?"
"Because I said so."
"Unless you are someone's parent you cannot tell them what to do."
"Too bad." Elliot rolled his eyes. "What's your favorite song?"
"Um... I don't actually really listen to music much," the pinned boy admitted after thought. "Whenever I start drawing in my room I usually just deal with the silence."
"Huh. Y'know, yer da firs' person I've ever met who's said that."
"I thought I was the first person you ever talked to in general."
"You are, but this one time in fifth grade I think we had this huge servey thing about favorite types a music an' stuff. No one voted 'none'."
"Well, I'm one-of-a-kind."
"You ain't da only one, ya know."
"You're NOT. And I know that. But on honest terms, do you know anyone else that had nails pounded into their skull and lived to tell the tale?"
"No, but do YOU know anyone that is burned all over their body?"
"No, but that's what make us normal."
"Oh, yeah, like I'm anywhere near normal."
"That's the point."
"What's the point?"
"Exactly."
Freddy paused. "Alright, now I'm confused."
"Life is confusing."
"No, YOU are."
"I take much credit."
"Can you just answer the damn question?"
"I can, but that doesn't neccassarily mean I will."
Freddy sighed impatiently. "Please?" he asked as politely as possible, trying not to gag on how fake he sounded.
Elliot started thinking again. "I supposed 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park." He turned to Freddy. "You?"
Freddy didn't even need to think about it, and responded immediatly, "Either 'Animal I Have Become' by Three Days Grace or 'Born For This' By Paramore."
Elliot opened his mouth to comment, but Freddy sharply cut him off. "And if you're gunna say that Paramore got a chick fer a singer a dudes shouldn't be listenin' to 'em, too fucking bad."
Elliot smiled lightly, saying, "Fine."
*MEH, LONG CHAPTERNESS, URG. I got the 'I might have an answer' thing from my mom. Whenever I say 'I have a question' she says that. She jus' wanted you guys ta know. And that's right- Freddy listens ta Paramore. :D Whee. I asked all my friends, hey; d'you think Freddy Krueger would listen ta Paramore when he was little? They all said yeah. And the hickie thing, haha, I couldn't help it if I just now notcied Fred's bruises were on his neck and clearly visable with that amazing sweater of amazingness. Yeah. Review.*
