OK, I am begging you, read this first! This is one of my riskier chapters, because I have breached into the waters of homosexuality. I'm not doing this for the heck of it, but because, as I was rereading "Eclipse" (WARRIORS VERSION! NOT TWILIGHT!) and I could see one of the characters fitting a storyline I have planned. I am sorry if this offends anyone of you, but I've asked someone's opinion on this (thank you, Contrary To Popular Belief, for your help and reviews), and they all said go for it. So here it is. Don't like, don't read. Do like, do read. And review!
Onestar was walking with his head down, his brown hoody pulled over his shaggy hair. Suddenly, a couple turned the corner and came into view.
"We are not doing Christina Perri!" Firestar said, shaking his bright ginger head. "Too girly!"
"You are such a chauvinist," Sandstorm said, shaking her head. But she was smile. Firestar leaned into kiss his girlfriend, but Onestar smashed into his shoulder, roughly bumping. The boy continued on his way, muttering "Get a room." Firestar's fists clenched.
"That little…" He growled. He whipped around. "HEY! ONESTAR!" Onestar stopped suddenly, and turned to the popular boy.
"Are you talking to me?" He asked snidely.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you," Firestar said angrily. "What is your problem?" Onestar walked towards him until the two were nose to nose.
"My problem?" He repeated. "My problem is you."
"What's going on?" Graystripe asked, coming to view.
"Can't even take me on without your little lackey here?" Onestar taunted. Graystripe took an angry step forward, but Sandstorm held him back.
"This has been coming for a long time now," she murmured. "They need to get it out."
"How am I the problem?" Firestar asked furiously.
"You're handsome, you're popular, captain of both the football and the baseball team," Onestar explained, anger coloring his tone. "You think you're better than everyone! You wait for everyone to beg you for help!"
"I never do that!" Firestar argued.
"Don't deny it!" Onestar told him.
"The only person who thinks like this is you!" Firestar yelled. "Ever since you became captain of the cross-country team!"
"You're just upset I don't depend on you!" Onestar shot back.
"I loved you!" Firestar shouted angrily, voice trembling slightly. Onestar stared at him. Firestar came close, looking down at his former friend. "I loved you like a brother. And I thought you did too. But I guess you didn't. Or just not in the way I thought." Onestar's fist connected Firestar's face, sending the ginger sprawling to the floor.
"Firestar!" Sandstorm yelled, dropping down next to her boyfriend. She glared up at Onestar. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Onestar couldn't respond, because Graystripe lunged at him. He plowed into him, sending him to the floor. Graystripe started launching punches as Onestar ducked and swung. Suddenly, Onestar felt himself be hauled away. Lionblaze was struggling to contain Graystripe, while Jayfeather pulled Onestar away.
"Let it go," Jayfeather said in his quiet way. Onestar shoved him away, sending him smashing into the lockers.
"Get off of me blind boy," he hissed angrily.
"Watch it!" Lionblaze growled. But Onestar had already bolted away, hoping nobody saw the tear tracking its way down his face.
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Onestar had his knees up to his chest, thin frame shuddering with sobs. The janitors closet smelled like Lemon Windex, but Onestar didn't care. Firestar couldn't know! He just couldn't! Onestar had never told anyone, not even his first crush, Gorsepaw, who had moved to the country after being diagnosed with leukemia. Onestar had always had a little bit of a crush on Firestar, and it had broken his heart when Firestar had started going out with Sandstorm. At first, he had been OK with it. He was still Firestar's friend. But when he had learned that people planned to replace him as cross-country captain because they thought his friendship with Firestar was a little too close, Onestar only had one option. He had broken it off. He had become cold and distant to his friend, and watched the friendship melt away. But that didn't mean that he had stopped loving him. The door creaked open, and Onestar quickly wiped his face.
"Hey Onestar?" It was Graystripe.
"What do you want?" He asked harshly.
"Firestar wants to tell you he's sorry," Graystripe said ungraciously. "He doesn't know what he said, but he feels horrible. So, he wants to know if you can meet him by the bleachers during free period." Onestar nodded mutely. Graystripe closed the door. Onestar wondered what Firestar wanted now? Hadn't he broken his heart enough?
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Onestar had gone behind the bleachers, not wanting to disrupt the tender moment between Firestar and Sandstorm.
"Are you sure you'll be OK?" Sandstorm asked, dabbing the cut on Firestar's cheek with a wet cloth.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he answered. "After this, we'll think of a song for the Showcase." Sandstorm laughed, and kissed him softly, before going to her car. Onestar walked out, towards his ex friend. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "I didn't see you there."
"Just got here," Onestar muttered from underneath his hoodie. "What do you want?"
"I need you help with something," Firestar explained. "A song I'm doing with my vocal coach."
"I'm done with this helping you stuff," Onestar said coldly. "We are not friends anymore."
"Please!" Firestar cried. "Just this once. Please." Onestar nodded, knowing that he could never say no to Firestar. Which sucked. "Take a mike," he said, handing him said instrument. Firestar went over to a sound box, and pressed a couple buttons. "I'll start first," he said as John Wetton's The Smile Has Left Your Eyes started.
I saw you standing hand in hand
And now you come to me the solitary man
And I know what it is that made us live
Such ordinary lives
The where to go the who to see
No one could sympathize
The smile has left your eyes
The smile has left your eyes
Onestar began his own part, his voice softer, quieter than Firestar's.
And Ive become a rolling stone
I dont know where to go or what to call my own
But I can see that black horizon glooming
Ever close to view
Its over now its not my fault
See how this feels for you
The smile has left your eyes
The smile has left your eyes
The two boys joined in to finish the song. Onestar had missed singing with Firestar, his friend, his crush.
But I never thought Id see you
Standing there with him
So dont come crawling back to me
Now its too late you realized
Now theres no one can sympathize
Now that the smile has left your eyes
Now its too late you realized
Now theres no one can sympathize
Now its too late you realized
Now that the smile has left your eyes
The song finished, and Onestar quickly set his mike down. He started to walk away, until Firestar called out his name.
"Onestar!" He turned slowly.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
"I'll be at Starbucks at four," Firestar said tentatively. "if you wanna come?" Onestar turned, and walk away. He couldn't let himself do that, get close to Firestar again. His feelings would betray him. He couldn't let that happen, no matter how much it killed him.