This wasn't as long as the others, I'm sorry! But I'm actually going to be writing a full out fic about them soon enough, so I could only write so much without giving up my next plot. ;D
This is Blake/Carl, by the way. Obviously it's slash, so here's your warning. :)
Blake always knew he had a crush on Carl Foutley.
The first day he laid his eyes on the boy, he was left swooning. Carl was his first crush, but you wouldn't see Blake admitting that to anyone. His mother would have a coronary, not to mention all of the teasing he would get from his classmates.
And if Carl found out...
Blake shuddered at that thought. Carl might not hate him for it, but he would most definitely use it against him. Yes, it would be for the best if he kept it to himself.
But Carl was wonderful. He was weird, clever, and had manners (he only used them when he had to). Not to mention, he had the cunning that any Gripling could identify in a person. Either you had it, or you didn't. Carl Foutley had it. Blake had planned to be friends at first, hoping to be the boy's sidekick or whatnot, but he found out quickly that Hoodsey Bishop held that position. Something in that plan backfired and, suddenly, Carl hated his guts. Carl viewed him as an enemy, though Blake couldn't even begin to know why.
Every time he saw Carl in need of assistance, he quickly offered up. Though the boy rarely took the assistance, at least Blake had made an attempt. Or, at least, that's what Winston called his efforts. Attempts.
'Attempts at what?' Blake would cry to Winston on several occasions. Winston would only glance at him with understanding and give a half smile, shaking his head. It drove Blake crazy. The idea that someone knew his deepest, darkest secret...
But at least it was Winston. At least it wasn't Carl.
But, one day, something in Carl changed. Blake could tell almost instantly. Carl wouldn't even look him in the eye. Hoodsey would only give Carl a smirk, nodding his head slowly. Whenever Blake saw Hoodsey doing those actions, it quickly brought Winston to mind. Hoodsey acted exactly like Winston. It was mind boggling, thinking of what the purple hooded idiot put into Carl's head. Usually Carl didn't let those things get to him, but Blake knew that Hoodsey had a way of keeping the conversations going until something stuck in Carl's brain.
Whatever it was, Blake couldn't wait to find out what it was.
Just like I can't wait to write that new fan fic. :D