Happy Together- Chapter six- Mr. Douer
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A: N- Another chapter. I really do hope you people like this one. Harrison makes his appearance and some other things happen in this chapter.
Previously:
"If anything's bothering you Kris, you can tell me."
However, being raised a Halliwell you learned things, like whenever your life seemed to be going perfect, something just had to come and ruin it all.
"You're so much like Prue. Don't let them take your life to soon either. Don't let magic become the only thing you have left in your life."
"I'm a witch Josh."
"Josh Please! Let me explain!"
"No their not. I managed to separate my grandparents from the people here. Plus, all Leo ever wanted in either time was to hurt me."
"You are to be his white lighter."
End previously
Chapter 6: Mr. Douer
Harrison growled. Those damn elders! They had to be the most annoying people in the world. He scowled up at the sky, "You happy guys? I bet you're laughing your asses off right about now!" He closed his eyes and orbed away, re-materializing not a second later in the school faculty bathroom. He stepped out and checked his suit in the mirror, before sighing and grabbing his brief case… he left the bathroom with a nervous feeling in his gut.
"We have a new English teacher." Said Reece, flopping her blonde- black hair over her shoulder delicately. Kris raised his eyes, looking at her, he smiled slightly.
"Can't wait to see what the other students are going to do to the poor guy," At Reece's sharp look he added quickly, "or girl." She nodded approvingly before they both broke into fits of laughter. Kris was having a good week, he had not seen Joshua in a few weeks and he was getting used to the idea of not having him there to comfort him. He and his father had been spending more time with each other, while Morgan was hanging out with her other friends. Piper and Leo had joined in a few times while Wyatt was having fun tickling Kris to death, but he didn't mind. Reece is always teasing him about it, calling him a daddy's boy. Moreover, since he had not been spending much time with Joshua, he could focus on schoolwork now. However, at that moment, he was not worried about school; he wanted to meet this new English teacher.
When it was eighth period, Kris and Reece stepped through the doorway leading into their English classroom. They both sighed and drooped down into their seats, pulling out the books needed for that class. The bell rang and the rest of the class entered, each taking a seat cautiously. Suddenly, there was a knock at the classroom door and in entered Principal Ortiz. She stood at her non-real height, with inch heals, her curly black hair was down to her chin and the strict principal was wearing the dress code appropriate clothes. She smiled at all of the children. "Hello guys." She said looking at us all.
"Hello Mrs. Ortiz." They all drawled back dreadfully.
"You guys have a new English teacher. Mr. Douer is close to your age, so you all should get along very well." A man of his mid twenties entered the room. He had strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes. He was wearing a semi- expensive suit and was very attractive (Picture Justin from Queer As Folk, only older). Kris felt his breath hitch… oh God… it was him… Harrison!
"Hey guys." Harrison said once Principal Ortiz left the not so crowded classroom. He shrugged off his over coat and loosened the tie. He looked up at his class and smiled. "I don't know you at all, and you don't know me. So I was thinking, why don't we go around the class, you tell me your name and something about yourself. You know favorite color, siblings, parents, favorite singer, actor, that sort of thing." The class nodded and Harrison sat down in his seat. "Ok, I'll start. I'm Harrison Douer; I'm currently single and am twenty four years of age." Some of the girls gasped and turned around to look at each other, talking excitedly. "Ok, you next." He pointed to Terry Adams.
"Hi, I'm Terry Adams and I'm in love with Maria Thompson." He said proudly. Maria blushed and continued the chain. Soon, to so in Kris' opinion, they were at Derrick and Reece.
"Hey. I'm Derrick Hazel and I have three younger siblings." Harrison nodded and pointed at Reece to say her part, she blushed.
"Hi. I'm Reece Crick… um… my brother is in the Marines." Harrison smiled and nodded, moving down the isle to Kris.
Kris bit his lip. "Uh. Hey. I'm Kris Halliwell and I-"
"Am a faggot." Lance Parch yelled out in a rude manner. Kris' face darkened to a bright red and he looked down, feeling himself start to feel as if he should throw up.
"Never." Harrison said, his voice deathly harsh. "Use profanity like that in my class, or Mr. Parch, you will be sent immediately to Principal Ortiz, understood." Lance nodded his eyes wide. "That goes to everyone else too." He looked back at Kris. "Carry on."
"And I have one younger sister, Morgan." Harrison nodded and smiled slightly at him before moving on to the next person. Kris threw his head onto his arm, trying to calm down his churning stomach as Reece rubbed comforting circles in his back from behind him.
"Your teacher sounds interesting to say the truth." Wyatt said standing in front of his full-length mirror, putting on a tie. He was going on a date, with Taylor Henderson, Kris' guidance counselor. Kris sat on his fathers bed in his PJ's and was helping his father out the best he could with his suit. He could tell Wyatt was nervous. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at his father's tie. Suddenly it became the perfect pressure on his throat. Kris smiled up at Wyatt and watched as his father walked over to him.
Wyatt wrapped his arms around his sixteen-year-old son and pressed his head into his hair. He pulled away holding Kris at arm length. "If you need anything, call me and I'll orb right over." Kris nodded smiling at his father.
"Don't worry about me, Grammy and Granpy are here." Kris said simply. Wyatt hugged him once more.
"Trust me kiddo, that's one thing I'll probably never do."
"MORGAN! TIME FOR BED!" Kris yelled up the staircase at his younger sister. Morgan came running downstairs wrapping her arms around Kris' waist. Kris looked at his younger sister weirdly, before wrapping his own arms around her small form. He kneeled down to her height. "What's wrong?" He asked worried for his sister. Morgan pointed at her side, where a blotch of blood was on her white shirt. Kris did a double take before sheer panic set it. He led her over to the couch where she laid down letting her head hit the pillow. "DAD!" Kris yelled at the top of his lungs, "DAD PLEASE!" Kris fell crying onto his dieing younger sister, "DADDY PLEASE!"
"He can't hear you Kris." Was the last thing that came out of his limb sister's form. Kris collapsed out of sorrow.
"No, Morgan, no." He just cried harder as her breathing stopped. "DAD!"
"Kris! Kris! Come on' kiddo. Wake up!" Wyatt yelled in panic at his teenage son. Suddenly Kris' eyes flew open with one loud scream of…
"DAD!" Wyatt wrapped his arms around his trembling child.
"Shh, Kris. Shh. I'm right here." Wyatt whispered as Kris cried his heart out onto his father's shoulder.
After a few good ten minuets, Kris pulled away. "Why didn't you come?" He whispered miserably.
"What do you mean why didn't I come? You yelled for me and I came Kris." Wyatt answered looking at his miserable and distraught child.
"Morgan- she was bleeding- there was so much blood- and I couldn't heal her- I called out for you- but you," Kris gasped tears already falling down his cheeks once more. "You- ne-never came." Kris collapsed into his father's arms once more. Allowing himself to show his weakness once more. Where were these dreams coming from?
It had been nearly a few months. Those dreams still haunted Kris every night. However, with every dream, someone he cared about died, and no matter how loud he calls out for his father he never comes. But, he does come in reality; he orbs into the room, and hugs Kris until he is asleep once more. Neither of them gets that much sleep.
Today, however, they both sat in the living room looking at the TV at ten o'clock P.M. Kris had his head resting on his father's firm, yet comfortable shoulder. Kris was now seventeen, and happy… his life was good, other than the dreams that is. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from upstairs. Both father and son look up at where the attic is located. Wyatt took one look at Kris and the both orbed up stairs.
They rematerialized in the attic; every thing was in its right place. That is everything but a lone figure on the middle of the ground. Kris' eyes widened. "Mr. Dour!"
Hey! Hope you all liked it.