Chapter 3. Okay, to those of you looking at this, I would appreciate a follow? Please, I'm about to suck you into this hell hole the least you could do is pledge your undying loyalty.
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Cronus wasnt nearly as disgusted with himself simply because he didn't brood on the fact he had kissed the one guy he absolutely couldnt stand. It was disgusting, abhorrent, and if not for the fact he needed this to graduate, the boy would have flat out refused to even consider doing it for shits and giggles.
As he walked out of the theatre, the Ampora made his way back to the front doors, pocketing his hands and whistling a soft tune as he left the school on the way back to the cafe where he played his guitar. It wasn't for anyone but himself and wasn't all well known that he was a lover of music and wrote as well as sang his own pieces. That was Cronus' own little bit of heaven and nobody was going to take it from him.
Dirk grinned that shit eating smirk and gave a nod, tucking the leftover parts under his arm as he pockets his hands. "I completely agree, I mean- did you see the hate between those two? the flame was hotter than when my bro came out with the Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff sequel. That tension was beautiful and Kurloz pulled off the shock and confusion exceptionally well in his part. Not to mention how Cronus delivered the final act so well." The man sighed and fanned himself with the envelope, ready to swoon and fall over at the majesty of what he had created.
"Oh em gee, yes. Purrfection. But I wonder if purrhaps... Hm..." She opened her copy of the script and flipped through it, looking for something. "Aha!" She cried when she found it. "You know how much I love you, Dirk?" Ms D asked.
Dirk laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, actually flashing that cute grin he hardly ever let anyone see but her. "Shit, kitten, what have I told you about those love confessions? Women aren't my thing remember? One reason we get along so well." He said teasingly, playfully bumping against her before she started flipping through the scripts pages as he quirked a brow.
"Oh Dirk, it's a platonic love, you should know that better than anyone," she reminded gently. " And it seems to me that there are several places where these two are alone," she squealed in excitement before sighing.
"Well yeah they're alone in a lot of it. We'll see the more intimate interactions but I knew if we isolated the parts, they would have to bond more. Because you see less of the out in public facade of the characters and more of the real them when alone. You feel?"
It had all been pre planned and even more so because Dirk had known who would he casted for the parts. And he knew the tabs Miss D has been keeping on these two hateful kiddies.
Just more parts to the plan.
"I feel. If I didn't, the stars would not have aligned to compel the both of them to sign up for such a play. I had sincerely hoped the odds would be in my favor, and they were."
She scribbled down some notes in her copy. "Let's go back to my office so we can plan the schedule hm?"
He chuckled and followed her, folders in hand. "And you should know what sarcasm is by now, kitten. It's been long enough that one would guess you'd learn to catch it at this point." But he follows none the less, playing with her long her on the walk back to the office now that the students were clearing from the school at the end of the day.
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The next day Cronus was actually late getting to school, he looked worn out and just a bit exhausted but still tried to play himself off as perfect, ignoring the bags under his eyes and once again wearing the long sleeved shirt despite the warm fall weather. He spoke to no one throughout the day, which was rather unusual since he didn't even take the time to boast to anyone while on his way to the theater, taking a seat at the front with script in hand.
At the head of the group Dirk stood, raising his hand to quiet the crowd. "Alright, this next bit is the confrontation between both gangs after two members, one from each, are found dead. Who better to blame than the opposing group? However this is where the kicker comes in, what do you do when love plays a part? Neither party is aware of the other,s feelings. Cronus, Kurloz? Set the scene." And with that he takes a seat and leaves the boys to their pieces as Cronus stands and adjusts his sleeves before going on stage. He reeked of cigarette smoke but clearly had tried to cover it with his usual cologne.
"Alright gothic clown I know it was you. Why did ya kill Jess?! The kid was still in fuckin' high school, he wasn't in any a your business!" Cronus hissed, taking a step towards Kurloz with his fists clenched.
Kurloz had groaned loudly when Dirk had called the instructions, clearly not in the mood for this shit all over again. But he walked up there anyway, stretching and shaking out his limbs. So far, Cronus hadn't given him a reason to kill him yet.
He cracked his knuckles and popped his neck. Okay, which kid of his was killed? Oh yeah, Tony. Right. And he was supposed to be offended that the love of his life just accused him of something he didn't do.
Kurloz sighed impatiently. "Uh huh, and I'm supposed to believe that Tony wasn't just as young? You and your greasy filth had no right to end that kid's life!"
He panted heavily, as if holding back tears or rage. "These boys are my family. But maybe you knew that and took the opportunity of making us suffer... I don't know what happened to your kid, but I sure as hell wouldn't make you suffer that pain."
He slapped a hand over his mouth as if that wasn't supposed to come out. Just like his script instructed. It was an emotional peak. Disciple clenched her fists, whispering, "Yes...yes..."
Kurloz hated this. Cronus looked like he hadn't slept, and even from here Kurloz could smell the cigarettes. He dropped his hand and crossed his arms, staring at the stage floor, tempted to worry over the other.
Cronus' eyes widened in shock and bits of confusion, frowning and taking a step back as he lowered his arms completely. "What...what do you mean by that?..." He asked softly, shaking his head and taking another step towards the end of the stage. "You dont give a shit about me, you can't. I'm the enemy, you hate me. I didn't kill Tony but that ain't the point here," he said softly, tugging at the hem of his shirt a bit. What was Kurloz playing here? He wasn't just acting the part anymore that much was clear.
So Cronus (in his sleepless craze) decided to take it a step further and narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "You sayin' ya actually care for me? What is this heapin' pile a bullshit, you don't care for anyone! Those kids maybe, I mean what other bein' in existance would give a shit for a skeletal pile a bones like you? They are all you have," he snaps, shaking his head and turning his back to the man. What were his lines again?...fuck his head hurt so much..what were his lines...Weren't they supposed to end up confessing or kissing or was it to get emotional so that one of them broke down and confessed? Come on Cronus...
Kurloz winced, but didn't reply as he crossed the stage. There were so many conflicting feelings racked up in his chest. He didn't want to think, didn't want to feel, but he did. And it was confusing.
His steps were silent as he approached the other. There wasn't any sting, he wasn't sure the other was acting or if his helpless words came from the heart.
Kurloz stopped about a foot behind Cronus. It was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. He reached out to touch the other's shoulder, paused and dropped his hand at his side. "You?" He asked quietly. He held his breath, waiting for the other's reaction.
Cronus tensed up as he felt just how close Kurloz had gotten, wrapping his arms around himself before wincing and biting back the noise in hopes no one had heard. Everything just hurt so much he couldn't think and the sleepless night hadn't done him a damn bit of good. He'd have to wing it from here on since he couldn't remember his lines at all.
So much for studying.
"Don't touch me, you fuckin' mime." he whispered softly, voice shaky before he finally took a breath and turned around to meet the taller mans gaze. "I couldn't give a single shit for you, not you or those kids or anythin' you stand for." The shakyness was still present and it was clear he was lying through his teeth at this point, but that was what the tension was about right? Denial? "Take the rest of those boys and leave," he whispered, backing up more because wow Kurloz actually was really close. So much so that he could feel the heat radiating off this guy Jesus Christ.
Kurloz visibly flinched, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This wasn't the same man who spit venom at him, calling him a mutt. The words and insults stung but it wasn't as painful as seeing Cronus suffer.
He took a breath and opened his mouth, but then closed it. He couldn't remember any of his lines either but it didn't matter. As much as he wanted to just walk away and forget about all of this, he knew he couldn't.
"Lies," he said shaking his head. "A life is a life no matter who it belongs to." He stepped up to Cronus again, pulling him into a quick hug before letting him go. Cronus' eyes widened and he could feel his heart flutter and pound in his chest as those big long arms wrapped around his body in the actually gentle hug he hadn't been expecting.
"As you said, chief," Kurloz said, turning. "We'll fade into the shadows. Try not to lose any sleep over me okay?" He walked about five steps before Cronus grabbed his hand and jerked him down as their noses touched and lips met. Right as Leijon yelled cut.
Don't lose sleep over him? Too fucking late for that.
Lights behind them flashed as the stage hands prepared to set up the next scene, not expecting these two to keep going after she called cut, but one of them did grab some fake rose petals kept in back and began throwing them at the pair as the kiss continued, Cronus even got on his tip toes again like a school girl getting her first kiss from her crush.
To say that Kurloz wasn't expecting the kiss was a gross understatement. But for Cronus to keep it up long after the director called for a change of scene was something else entirely.
He was so short though. Kurloz would have laughed if he wasn't in shock for the second time in the last 48 hours. He barely comprehended what was happening. Maybe it was the overwhelming scent of Cronus that clouded his senses, or something else entirely.
It was surreal, feeling those soft lips against his own that spit hate and irritation at him for so long, so many years day by day being so gentle against his own. What reasoning Cronus had for this, he didn't know, to end the scene on an emotional note maybe or perhaps just to get everyone confused or hyped or to impress the head of the school as if he cared for her praise.
Whatever reason it was, he didnt stop even as an arm reached up to wrap around the taller mans shoulders, the stretch that it was. Had to make this look good and convincing didn't he?
Kurloz didn't pull away. No, scratch that, he couldn't pull away. Not with the arm that kept him painfully hunched over. He barely felt the pain though.
He let out a whimper that snapped him out of it. Did he just make that noise? Oh how he hoped Cronus didn't hear that as he pushed him away. He wiped his mouth, stumbling back. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. But that didn't stop him from blushing, or from anyone else hollering and catcalling. He groaned.
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Boy oh boy, things are sure heating up aren't they? I bet you definitely want to follow me now, huh?
