Eep! So excited! Travis Willingham signed our arms, took a picture with us, hugged us and drew me a pic in tara's death note! Yay! Also we got our DA up, so check us out. We're FangirlsandCo on there too. Thank you for being patient about this chapter, we've been pretty busy lately. I was really sad i couldn't wear my uke button to the con though! Tara bought me an Uke x3 *does dance* and I bought her a Seme pin cuz she's muh seme... we both ended up losing them T^T...
Hallucination's Creation.
We're well aware of Alphonse's OOCness. We didn't feel like inventing an oc tho... we don't dig oc's too terribly much. :)
Edward started to freak out. He was supposed to be home a couple hours ago to clean up. He knew Alphonse would not. He would expect Ed to do it, and he was probably freaking out, assuming he'd lost his brother. Ed had not told him where he was going, and he normally didn't go out late at night.
"Roy, I have to be home soon." He was trying not to be pushy, he didn't want to just bolt, but he had to clean before his parents got home, and his voice definitely didn't hide his anxiety.
"Okay, I'll drive you home,"
"It's not too far off. I can walk," Ed said, he didn't want to be a burden or anything. Besides, it wasn't like he knew Roy that well. It would be kind of awkward, and he didn't want to make Roy feel as if he had to do anything for him.
"No, really. I drove you here, I'll take you home. Grab your jacket." He said, pulling on a new shirt, "Do you need a new set of clothes?"
"No, that would look a bit suspicious. Besides, how would I ever get it back to you?" Ed realized that had come out wrong, but only after he said it. He had made it sound like he never wanted to see Roy again. He couldn't correct himself now though, he'd look clingy. He realized he didn't have a clue how to talk to this guy. He grabbed his jacket and they headed out the door.
The car ride home seemed longer than it had been on the way. It was odd to Ed. Normally car rides were the other way around. It took forever to get somewhere and no time at all to get back. He looked out the window at the scenery that he had passed the night before. It looked different. More fresh to him. Colorful.
Ed finally understood this feeling. It wasn't that this apartment or his backyard had made him feel at home. He had known that, but he couldn't figure out what it was that did make him feel like that. He finally understood though. It was love. It may not have been love at first sight, but he figured it was pretty damn close. As close as you could get to it on Earth, and he would never see the man again.
His house came into view, and his goodbye to Roy was a short, "Thanks." As he walked up to the door he wondered if Roy was watching him. Whenever somebody would drop him off he felt awkward because they would stay to make sure he got in. This felt awkward because he was hoping Roy was watching him. Praying that he noticed the teen's stride and the undertone of a sway in his hips.
When he beat on the door he almost wished that Alphonse was passed out, drunk, on the couch, and he would have to go back to Roy's car. It didn't happen. Al was there, so Ed slipped in the door quietly, not looking back. He sighed into the stair railing he was leaning on, knowing that the person who'd become almost an obsession overnight was gone. It was time to move on with his life and focus on school.
He grabbed a trash bag and started throwing small odds and ends into it. It shouldn't be a long day, he thought. He would sleep most of the day because he was so tired, and then he would finish his schoolwork for tomorrow. Things didn't go according to plan though.
He sat on the couch, hearing their car in the driveway. He stared ahead at the wall, trash can in hand and eyes glazed over as his gut clenched painfully. He felt like he was going to be sick. He wasn't even close to being done with the house, and he could detect laughter from the open window. He was going to ruin their pleasant mood, it seemed.
The door opened, and they ignored him as they shared a blissful kiss. His father smiled down at his mother, hands on her waist, gold eyes alight and on fire.
Edward buried his face in his hands, ready for his mother's shriek of protest as she left the embrace and waltzed into the kitchen.
"Oh my God!"
There was a loud stomping sound, a moment of silence, and then he found himself pulled roughly from the sofa by the forearms. His father had hold of his wrists and started shaking him hard. "What the hell is the meaning of this?"
"How should I know? Al was the one who-"
The man's face was turning purple as he yelled a few choice words into Ed's face. Ed could feel spit on his cheek but couldn't move his arms to wipe it off.
"I didn't do it!" he tried to protest, but his dad wasn't listening. His hand was raised in the air threateningly and he was still yelling.
"Don't you dare lie to me. You always try to blame it on Alphonse! I never have to worry about this stuff with him! Why can't you be more like him! I can't stand you!" The hand came down. It stung. Burned.
Ed wrenched himself out of the tight grip, and then shouldered past the man and to the foot of the stairs. His face burned red, though whether from shame or the slap he wasn't certain.
"Where do you think you're going? I swear to God I'll-"
"Don't talk to me!" he called, more to the wall, too scared to turn around.
"You're not my child!" He called as Ed started to run.
Ed turned to look over his shoulder as he hurried up the steps, his eyes as hard as diamonds. "Touch me again, I fucking dare you!" He yelled angrily, bounding down the hall and into his room. He closed the door with a loud echoing slam, the walls of the house shaking from impact. He locked the door and pressed his back against it. There were voices in the hallways downstairs. Sometimes he heard a curse or two slip in. He found himself sliding down the door until he was sitting against it, his eyes gravid with tears absent of reason.
He heard the doorbell and what sounded like his neighbors... again.
The morning sun crept under his eyelids, making it impossible to sleep. He finally gave in and pulled himself from bed. His parents were home now but would probably sleep in. He wouldn't see them until he got home, but he was fine with that.
He pulled on the closest T shirt and jacket. He was too lazy to change his pants so he just kept on his pajama bottoms. They were comfortable enough.
His bus stop proved to be the same temperature as last night. It was an okay day outside but school would be grueling. He'd only finished half of his homework last night before falling asleep on his latest book in English: To Kill a Mockingbird. He pulled it open to around the area he fell asleep and started reading for his third hour.
School had turned out exactly as he had thought. Half his homework missing had caused him after school detentions for the next two days. He made his way to ASD room, a bland class that looked like it belonged to the ninety's. There was a black board and chalk. Even a globe. It really was an old school room.
He sat down in the very back behind a guy named Corey. He didn't know the kid, and he was glad. The guy was a cheerleader and a pretty good shield, Ed soon found out. He couldn't even see the teacher from behind this teen.
His homework was done within thirty minutes, so he lay his head down on the desk for a while. He was almost asleep when he realized the bell would ring in about five minutes, so he started packing his things in his book bag. That's when he saw it. He knew he was going insane. There was a dark haired man, looking about college aged, and he was talking to the math professor he'd probably have next year. It looked exactly like Roy.
God! He shook his head clear. He was going crazy. Maybe he was a little more affected by his one night stand, and maybe these things were not as easy to get over as he thought.
The bell rang and he walked out as fast as possible, through the exact spot he'd seen his hallucination's creation talking. There was definitely nobody there though, and the minute it had taken him to look around he'd fallen behind the other students on their way to the bus.
He walked after them when a warm hand pressed against his mouth from behind. He tried to struggle and stammer as he was pulled behind an empty classroom door and backed against the wall. Warm lips pressed against his and he stopped pushing. His arms fell limp to his side in realization. He knew the flavor, the scent, the hands.
Roy pulled away to look at Ed who was unresponsive. "I never thought I would see you again," he spoke in a gentle tone that pulled Ed out of shock.
"Yeah, me neither," Roy was standing inches from him, and Ed couldn't look him in the eye. He was too close, almost on top of him, and Ed felt embarrassed. "You said you were in college though..."
"Oh, that. I am, I'm student teaching right now. I'm in the math department because that's what I want to teach."
God, he's so close. Ed didn't know what to say to him. He was standing too close and he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and captured Roy's mouth, their lips meeting once more. Roy's tongue snaked it's way into his mouth and Ed's cheeks turned pink. The cool cement behind his back didn't help much because the flush in his face made him feel as if he were on fire.
"I'm going to--" He was cut off by Roy's tongue again but continued the man decided to investigate his jaw line, "--miss my bus."
Roy pulled away, and Ed wished he would have just kept his mouth shut, but he couldn't afford to show up home late when his dad was so upset with him.
"I could drive you home," He suggested.
"That'll work."
"You could hang out at my house for a while first, if you wanted."
"I really can't." Ed didn't want Roy to think he was blowing him off, but he'd rather have him think that, than give him an explanation.
Roy's expression changed, "Look, Ed. I just meant to hang out. I don't just want sex out of you."
"No, I mean... I didn't think that, not at all... It's like this... my old man's really pissed about the party, so I have to get home soon."
"Why are you in trouble for that? I thought Al was the one who threw the party."
"Yeah, well, it's complicated."
Yay, we finally updated! ^_^ We're going to try to incorporate a saucyish scene every chapter... sorry if we don't succeed... there may be a few transition chapters without one. This is kinda short... sorry.
Stay cool 3!!