Castiel stared menacingly at the front of the class, cursing his luck. Why did he have to go and be Lysander's go-to-guy whenever it came to things like this?
He was such a romantic, and by heck he had some skill in the area of serenading and all that chillingly desirable charm. Even with a blocked nose and Rudolph-the-red nosed-reindeer face, he was sure that he could somehow manage to snag this 'Armin' guy all on his own.
But, no. And so here was Castiel of all people enjoying a nice boring, kind of stuffy, dead silent class of 'history' apparently. Well. The atmosphere was definitely old feeling and boring and boy did castiel sure wish it was 'a part of history' already.
He wanted to get OUT of there... But, castiel was Lysander's best friend, and he was better than that.
Someone in the mid-front section of the room was humming silently, the only bit of music provided to aide the atmosphere. It was a kind of catchy tune, but way too mainstream for the rebel
He looked around the room and noticed not everyone was enjoying the blue haired boy's little tune. He also noticed that said boy was sitting in the exact spot that Lysander had said Armin would be sitting in...
He locked his focus on the teen, and took in the guys appearance.
Sky blue hair... Carrot orange jacket and obnoxiously clashing green and teal, and purples strewn about his whole body. It was kind of gross to look at, as though it were a cruddy abstract painting which somehow went for thousands of dollars despite only being an ugly glob of paint that a two year old could make.
A redeeming factor came in the form of personality. Well, only the personality he could detect from sitting here and watching him.
The boy nodded his head to the beat of the tune he hummed, and tapped the table with his pen at just the right times. It was kind of cute, but was cut short when suddenly, the boy began to utter lyrics under his breath.
Castiel figured he must be hearing things, but since the room was so quiet, it was not so easy to say that this was the case.
He leaned forward, his heart racing a little, and his concentration at the highest point it had ever been since he learned how to play the ending guitar solo to one of his favourite songs...
The blue haired teen sang, a little louder now, and a different song.
This time castiel was sure that he was hearing what he thought he was, and he felt the goosebumps rise on himself as he heard his own words coming from another's lips:
"Why can't you let me be me... I wish you'd understand. Music is my life and love, I lose myself in the heart of the band..."
Castiel nearly screamed, the tension in his being threatening to cause him to explode, half out of fury, half out of something else he couldn't quite pick, and then he found himself gripping the table with hard white knuckles and he grit his teeth as he guiltily enjoyed the sound of someone else singing his song.
It was then that it hit him, as the guy began to hum his eccentric guitar solo, as though he had it memorised; this was the mystery fan...! From outside the basement door!
He stared his jaw slack and his heart clenched for a minute. At that time the only thing he could think was;
"I finally found you!" He whispered. He was overwhelmed, completely confused, and just simply itching to drag his out of this stuffy hellhole and force him to enjoy his presence darnit!
Castiel grinned, and stared at him some more...
Then a handbag magically found its way across the back of his head and the teens voice was cut off dramatically by a painful yelp, followed by a string of foreign curse words...
A torrent of wavy blonde hair stood, off to the boys left, scolding him in venomous whispers about how many times she had told him to shut up... It was more than he could bear to watch!
Castiel threw the desk out of the way and picked up the handbag and then threw it out the window of the second story and then turned to face the raging cow who had really gone and done that to his ... His...
He stared for a while at Amber, unaware of the world and not knowing what to say next...
Alexy's p.o.v.
Alexy was slumped over, tapping his pen and enjoying himself, feeling much more ecstatic than usual today. Finally after a few hours he had learned the mystery singers guitar solo for the ending of 'Let Me Be Me' and was so fluttery and happy about it he couldn't help but break into the chorus, uttering its happy lyrics and feeling truly alive...
Towards the end of the complicated musical composition, he was however brutally cut off by a hard, white leather hand bag smacking into the back of his head.
Completely caught of guard, he let out a yelp and then by way of habit began swearing in Swedish, and cursing his life for forgetting that amber was in this class.
He felt his jacket collar pulled around by her bejewelled hand and winced as she began viciously hissing at him about how many times she had told him to shut up.
"I swear to god, if you ever EVER make me have to tell you about this again, I am going to take your music-junk and toss it out the window! Do you hear me? And you-"
A flash of black and red cut her off as she was pushed aside, the assault weapon ie her handbag, was wrenched off the floor and was tossed out said window, a five second pause before a sloppy 'crunch' was heard on the ground below.
Alexy beamed up in both terror and adoration at his sudden saviour, using every fibre in his body to keep himself down on the chair and not thanking him for the sudden action.
Normally he would thank someone, but in this case it would probably include passionately blessing this black and red clad teen with his undying love...
As you can see... This was why he was trying to hold it back.
He shook, his hand reaching out against his will to touch the back of the boys leather jacket.
The red haired rebel was mute for a good while until he felt a hand on his back.
Amber was too shocked to say anything, or even react. The kids in the class were half wondering why castiel was even in class, and what the heck had driven him to do THAT. They knew he was a hot headed guy, but chucking a girls handbag out the window was a bit much, even if it was to defend the weaker student.
Some students cheered, not knowing what to say, but glad to see someone stand up to the blonde witch, and some were teasing him for 'saving his girlfriend' but all that went away when he turned around and looked into the oddly pink eyes of the youth he had been thinking of for so long.
Alexy melted under the gaze of those grey, thin eyes and he couldn't hold back a sheepish smile.
Finally able to move, castiel returned the smile and then in a low voice asked;
"They just can't seem to let us be us, isn't that right?"
Alexys smile faltered when he heard his voice... His voice... HIS VOICE!
Before he could protest, and before Mr. Faraize, whom had just awaken, could figure out what was going on, castiel grabbed Alexy by the arm and dragged him out of the room, some kids making smart comments about it, but they didn't care.
Alexy's hand burned as he finally felt the touch of the one he loved... Or so he thought he loved him anyway.
The nameless rebel was nothing like he had imagined, but rather better, shorter (about his own height) and by gosh he was SEXIER! His mid length red dyed hair was daring, like his own blue was, and he seemed to swagger in a subtle way when he walked but not obnoxiously like a poser. His long legs strode forward down the stairs, in a hasty but fluid rhythm.
It was Alexy who broke the silence, "you... Found me." He whispered, speeding up to be closer to him. Castiel glanced at him through the corner of his eye and then suddenly stopped...
Alexy stopped too, confused. Was something wrong..
Castiel was just about to ask him his name... When he suddenly realised... He already knew his name.
"$#!%...! What am I... This can't be happening... No!" He thought...
Wasn't this Armin? The guy that Lysander had asked castiel to ask out for him? How could this be?
It just wasn't fair! How could the one, his fan, this absolutely adorable, walking neon sign, possibly be forbidden for him to finally be with? This was some cruel joke, it just had to be.
He turned to look again into his wide, pretty little eyes, and then just to make sure, he asked:
"By the way... You gotta name?"
Alexy snorted and then cuddled up by his side and muttered, "its Alexy, but you can call me Lex if you want to..."
Grasping the other boy in an crippled (with relief) hug he rested his head by his neck and grumbled, "call me Cas."
It might have been Alexys imagination, or maybe just his own heart, but he could have sworn he felt Cas's beating at a million miles an hour, pressed against his chest, and it felt so nice to hold him for the first time...
To be continued
Somewhere else..
Lysander blew his nose for the ninety ninth time and Armin laughed hysterically at the trumpet-like sound it made.
Lysander grimaced at his selfish boyfriend who was messing around, defeating. Lysander's character while he was taking a break to blow his nose.
Huffily he grasped the controls and then smashed Armins character a good few times wi some high level combos. He wasn't personally a gamer, but they were admittedly addictive, and any time spent with his childish little lover was good time spent.
"So," he began as they took a break, "do you think the found each other?"
Armin shoved a huge cheetoh into his mouth and hummed out: "I 'unno..."
Lysander smirked, "I bet they have. Castiel knows his songs anywhere..."
Armin finished his sentence, "and Alexy sings them everywhere. It can probably be assumed that all they needed was to be in the same too at the same time."
Lysander stole a cheetoh from Armins hand and then replied, "I think they'll be fine. We've done our job."
Armin huffed and stole back his cheetoh.
The end / NOT XD