One of the things Kristian despised the most was being alone.
When he was alone, there were things to haunt him. It was also dark and cold, pretty much adding salt to the wound.
The funniest thing would be that he was living alone. At the age of 18, his mom booted him out from the main house to get a dingy apartment and to 'get a life and earn money!', despite the fact that he was busy scrambling to have time to study. Never mind the fact that he was almost failing all of his courses, his mom was still adamant in thinking that the way she was teaching him was correct.
So he was glad to have found Nikolai.
There wasn't a reason why he crawled under his car. It just seemed right. Underneath a 20 year old beat up, dented, paint-chipping-away car, it was like an ideal hiding spot. He had nothing against Michelle, but still… they were friends, albeit it was a kind of strained friendship. He, however, did not like it when she suddenly took a thousand photos of him while begging him to put on… cosplay.
Afterwards, he found a silver pipe, lodged at the bottom of the car. It felt almost like a divine order. When you see a pipe, what do you do? You pick it up and smash a car window, of course. He just let his body do whatever. In fact, maybe it'd be better if he went deep into the red in debt, so that his mom could just cancel the apartment idea altogether. He crawled in and settled down onto the shotgun seat. The car didn't blare out alarms, probably thinking that no one would ever want to steal such a low class car anyway. He fastened his seatbelt and zoned out, wondering who owned this car, what their history was like, and where they lived.
The first time he laid eyes on Nikolai, he was surprised. He had just sat down and ignored Kristian for 2.5 seconds, enough time to examine him. He had pale blond hair that was secured with two thick, golden bobby pins. His eyes looked tired, but they were bright and blue akin to a stormy ocean. His complexion was pale and he seemed to glow like an ethereal fairy.
Of course, he snapped out of it the moment he opened his mouth. Nikolai was mad, angry, surprised, and jumped on him. He could feel the other's weight against his, their legs touching lightly and Nikolai's hair brushing against his face.
And he kind of enjoyed it.
The brief day they spent together was rather cozy, really. It made him forget about his lonely apartment, his crappy cooking, and the cold temperature, since he didn't have enough money for heating.
He also really liked the cookies.
So the next day, after he pulled on his uniform and patted down his unruly hair, he was planning on walking to school by himself until he opened his door, finding Nikolai standing there with a peeved expression on his face.
"Hello, stalker." Kristian said monotonously. Nikolai's face twitched.
"Hello, stripper." Nikolai replied. "Get in the car, we're going to your school."
At this, Kristian raised an eyebrow. "Why, exactly, should I go with you?"
"Look, my mom put me up to this. You don't want to, fine." Nikolai said, hoisting his book bag onto his shoulder. "But I'm just saying, your school is close to my university."
"Really…" Kristian said, sounding reluctant but secretly pleased.
"And I know because you told my mom. So c'mon, I don't care if you don't like my car." Nikolai said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his wrist, pulling Kristian with him. Kristian's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
"How can I show up at school with that?" Kristian eyed the car with the broken window and the beat up interior. Nikolai sighed, and waved the car keys.
"No, we're going on my mom's car. Climb on." Nikolai guided Kristian to the other side. When Kristian took in the sight, his jaw dropped.
His mom drove a white Ferrari. A freakin' white Ferrari. It practically glowed, as if lit from within.
"This… is awesome." Kristian said, running to the car excitedly. "This is just… wow." He ran his fingers over the side of the car, and then turned to look at Nikolai. "But why do you have such a crappy car?"
"I was gambling. Beat this drunk guy, and he gave me his car." He shrugged. "Should've gambled with that guy with the black Porsche…" He grumbled, and opened his side of the car, sliding in. Kristian touched the seat, breathing in the scent of leather. He turned on the radio, and it was blaring out an upbeat song by Justin Bieber.
"I'm seriously hoping this isn't part of your CD's." Kristian remarked. "Although, honestly his songs have become better these past few years."
"No." He said stiffly. "I went to his concert and got a signed copy." They both tittered at that comment and chatted animatedly for the duration of the trip.
"Hey, it's your school." Nikolai said, parking in front of the entrance. A couple of students gasped. One took out her cell phone and snapped pictures. Kristian ignored all of this and stepped out, brushing his hair back and pretending he was getting ready for the red carpet.
"Are you picking me up?" Kristian asked. Nikolai thought for a minute.
"Possibly." Nikolai had a whisper of a grin on his face. "Depends on my mood." Before Kristian could say anything, Nikolai drove off, the white car turning around the bend. Kristian stared at the disappearing car, wishing desperately to go to class with Nikolai instead of being stuck in his own horrible high school.
"Morning, Kristian." Kristian felt a slap on his back. He looked, and it was his friend Matthew who smiled at him sweetly. Matthew stared at the Ferrari as well, his light purple eyes blinking at the sight.
"Is that your sugar daddy?" Matthew grinned widely. Kristian punched Matthew on the arm.
"No, you idiot." Kristian retorted. "He's a guy whose car I broke into."
"You have classy taste." Matthew said, ignoring the odd comment. "By the way, did you see Michelle?"
"No, thank god for that." Kristian said, his eyes flickering back and forth, hoping not to see a blurry shadow. "She's alright, but, y'know…"
Matthew nodded. "I'm asking because she borrowed ten bucks from me. Although 'borrowed' is too nice of a term."
"Did she tackle you and plunge her hand into your pants pocket?" He said sarcastically.
"Yes."
"…oh."
Nikolai reached his school two minutes later. He parked the car and walked out, swinging his car keys absentmindedly. The campus of his school was decent, with okay food and above-average architecture. It wasn't exactly Harvard, but it would do.
"Nikolai." Nikolai turned around, and was met with the sight of Arthur, his cute British friend from way way back. Nikolai nodded his head in acknowledgment.
"Hello, Arthur." Nikolai's eyes strayed to his eyebrows and back to his forest-green eyes. It was hard not to look at Arthur's eyebrows. They had been friends since high school, but he still couldn't help but occasionally make fun of him. One time, Elizaveta plucked his eyebrows when he was asleep. (Actually, she drugged him, but shhh.) He looked pretty handsome, with or without thick eyebrows.
"New car?" Arthur was looking at the car. Nikolai turned around, and then sighed.
"No, mom's." He said regretfully. "I wish it was mine, though."
"Nikolaiiiiii!" Nikolai's eye twitched at the sound of the voice. Sure enough, an arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him towards the guy he didn't want to see.
"Mathias." Nikolai said coldly. Mathias didn't notice.
"So where's your lady friend?" Mathias looked around. "Did he pass out in the car from-"
"NO." Nikolai shoved his arm off. "Kristian is in high school."
"Oh my god, YOU'RE A PEDO-" Nikolai elbowed Mathias's stomach. He clutched it, and fell dramatically.
"You finish that sentence and I'll castrate you." Nikolai threatened, and promptly turned around. "C'mon, Arthur. Class is starting."
"No, it's not." Arthur said. Nikolai slapped his arm in frustration.
"Just cooperate with me, will you?" Nikolai said, exasperated. "Or are you going to meet up with Alfred?" Arthur snorted, his face tinged pink.
"Not with that git. Why would I ever want to be with him?" Arthur said, a bit too defensively. "Fine, I'll go with you." Arthur sighed, and walked with Nikolai. Nikolai frowned for a second, wondering if he should prod at Arthur's feelings.
"You don't like Alfred?" Nikolai asked. Arthur pondered for a minute.
"He's annoying, loud, cheerful as fuck and doesn't know how to read the situation." Arthur said, ticking it off from his fingers. "Not the kind of person I generally like."
"You seem to like his company though." Nikolai said teasingly. Arthur gave him a look.
"He's… decent." Arthur grumbled, crossing his arms. "This conversation is over." Nikolai bit back a laugh.
"ARTIEEE! NICKKKK!" They turned around, and saw Alfred, waving a McDonald's bag happily. Arthur sighed. Nikolai smiled slightly.
"It's Nikolai." Nikolai said. Alfred grinned.
"Whatever you say, Nick." Alfred turned and slung his arm over Arthur's shoulder. "Artiekins! Missed ya!"
"Shut up, you asshole." Arthur grumbled, trying fruitlessly to tear off Alfred's arm from his shoulder.
"I gotta go, have a meeting with a teacher." Nikolai lifted his hand to wave, understanding when he needed to leave. He preferred not to be a third wheel whenever possible.
"What? I thought you said-" Arthur protested. Nikolai didn't bother to turn around.
"…so." Gilbert said, twirling his fork absentmindedly. "You have a sugar daddy now."
Kristian almost spat out his mouthful of chocolate milk.
"What are you talking about?" Kristian managed to say, hitting his chest to get the milk out.
"You travel to school in style." Gilbert poked him with his fork. "And I'm quite certain that you live alone."
"Now, where'd you learn that?" Kristian said, taking a bite from his sandwich.
"Easy. Birdy and I follow you back home." Kristian stared at Matthew. Matthew coughed, and looked at Gilbert.
"Don't pull me into this." Matthew said simply.
"Anyway, where'd Michelle go?" Gilbert looked around. "I was quite certain she was following the freshmen."
"She's meeting up with this chick called Tiffany." Matthew said. "They met over the net."
"That rhymes." Kristian said.
"That it does." Matthew said, nodding. "I feel smart."
"You're about as bad as your bro, dammit." Gilbert kicked Matthew's leg. "You two are so alike I'm surprised you weren't born as twins."
"Older by 3 years." Matthew said, sounding a tad miffed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Gilbert brushed it off. "Anyway, that's kind of creepy, to actually meet internet people in real life."
"Well, she's probably alright. Besides, you always meet people, Gilbert." Kristian bit into his apple. "Otherwise you're going to be dirt poor and a hobo." There was a pause. "Like me."
"You're not a hobo, you idiot." Gilbert stole a piece of Kristian's cookie. "You're just, y'know. At least you get money shipped over? Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, I mean like, if you meet them on Facebook or something, and they happen to live in your city… stalker much?"
"There are millions of people, Gilbert." Kristian said. "Or billions. Or googolplex."
"What?" Matthew blinked. Kristian waved his hand in front of him.
"Whatever. There are babies being born, kids dying, and possibly thousands slash millions of other kids getting raped right this second." Kristian said. Matthew choked on his food. Gilbert stared at him before slowly reaching to take Kristian's cookie. Kristian slapped his hand away.
"No touchie." He growled protectively. Gilbert raised his hands in the air, as if to surrender. Matthew ran to the washroom, probably to go puke.
"You know what's great about underage kids?" Matthias said, grinning widely. "They feel great during sex."
Nikolai groaned. "Shut up, Matthias."
"I'm not kidding! Especially at 18. The right, ripe time!" Matthias spread his arms out, as if waiting for a hug. He never got one. He pouted, and then leaned onto Nikolai. Nikolai then proceeded to elbow him in the gut.
"You know what? I'm going to pick Kristian up. Go fuck off, and I'll see you tomorrow." Nikolai said coldly. Matthias grinned.
"Alright! Go pick up your sexy bitch and just leave me here! I'm fine!" Matthias yelled.
Nikolai decided to apologize to Kristian about being late instead.
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