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Author's Note: I have been so busy writing that I completely forgot that I had written this. Sorry! Twenty-Two should be up no later than Friday. This story is making me really impatient though, haha. I always write the first chapter first and then the last chapter right after, so I've had the final chapter written for weeks. It just stares at me, mocking. Ha. I guess that means I better start writing faster.

EvilChick101: Here's your update! ^-^ Sorry it took so long.

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Twenty-One

Gord was roughly shook awake early that morning. When his eyes opened, he could make out a blurry Jimmy grabbing his shoulder and Troy sitting in the lower left corner of the bed. "Hey, merry Christmas." Jim greeted, his words not exactly brightened by holiday spirit.

With a small shove, Troy eventually mumbled, "Merry Christmas Gord."

"Here, we got you something." Jimmy gently tossed something onto Gord's lap as he started to sit up. Through the black Styrofoam of the small gift and the blankets that still managed to cling to him, he could feel a chill. The little something must have come straight out of the refrigerator. "Aw, you two are so saccharine!" he cooed appreciatively.

"We're what?"

"Sweet," Gord reached for his present. "like sugar." At first, he was terribly excited to be receiving any gift at all, even if it was not wrapped. When he peered through the clear plastic lid though, his mind fell into confusion. Two little rows of four neatly wrapped rolls of rice, fish, and vegetables stared up at him. "Sushi?"

"Yeah, I thought you loved fancy crap like that."

"I do, I do!" he replied defensively, not wishing his boyfriend to close all the way back up again. "Just usually not for breakfast."

"You don't have to eat it now."

"But it's breakfast in bed." Troy stared at Gord as if daring him not to take a bite. The future king of Bullworth was someone that one did not want to be enemies with (the brat could be king of scary at times), so the three of them ate Gord's present on the bed. Vendrome could not hold back a snicker when the small blonde popped a whole roll into his mouth, only to have it be spit back out immediately. "Guess the kid will just have to do with cereal… as usual."

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"It is quite sad to see the brat today." Gord passively thought. The little school family was sitting in a triangle on the dusty floor of the beach house. They were supposedly exchanging presents, though there was nothing for Gord to unwrap. Troy had given him the peculiar breakfast, Jimmy the promise of staying over more weeknights, and his family added money to one of his bank accounts. It was of little matter though. "A child should be able to celebrate the holidays with his own real family. He should be able to receive a kiss on the cheek from his mother and a hug from his father." Troy was manhandling one of the two shiny green boxes that Gord had prepared for him. A huge grin spread itself across his face when the first sight of a label for a popular robot toy could be seen through a tear in the paper. "They should have at least sent him something to open. Being away on business is no excuse."

"What the hell did you get him that for?" Jim barked, making Gord snap back from melancholy thoughts. The small boy had already gotten to the second of the two gifts. Under the cheerful paper was a Barbie doll. A skimpy hot pink bikini barely covered her disproportionally huge plastic breasts. "I've told you twenty times that he's not gay." Troy's eyes widened at the sentence that contained both his own name and the g word.

As James grimaced at the infinitely smiling bubblegum pink lips and flowing blonde hair, Gord snapped, "That is precisely why I bought him that one!" Both of the other males were confused by this, so the prep took it upon himself to elaborate. "While walking down the toy aisle, I caught myself letting my eyes linger a tad bit longer on those delicious beefcake GI Joes. It seemed a manly enough thing, so I was going to purchase it, but then I began to think. If I, a teenager who lost interest in dolls long ago, found a hunky male one appealing, then think of how much fun a pervy boy can have with a handheld tramp."

Beaming, Troy glanced down at his new idol and said, "Thanks Gordy!"

"I no longer mind being left at school during this time of the year. If my daddy and step-mummy want to spend all their time brownnosing and spoiling their new little brats, then who am I to interrupt them? No, I would rather be here with these two. I love my Jim more than any Vendrome."

"You bought me something?" Jimmy seemed surprised when Gord had mentioned something about it being his turn. Troy had just finished opening all of the presents he had received. (He did quite well for not having anything from family. Guess being the future king had a multitude of perks, seeing as Jimmy, Peter, Gary, Derby, Bif, Johnny, Vance, Zoe, Juri, and Earnest had all gotten him a little something.)

"Of course I did, Jim. You are my handsome hubby." Gord playfully smiled and Hopkins tried his best to hold back a frightened look. Lacking the dignity that he usually held, the ex-prep crawled over to his bed and then laid his stomach down on the floor. Like many parents, under his bed was the treasure cove where he hid away all the presents he bought. There were only two flat wrapped packages, both about the same size, left. He glanced guiltily at the one wrapped in a dark red paper. Inside there was a new leather jacket for Vance. Gord grabbed the other one and handed it to his boyfriend with a smile to cover his shame. The present was neatly wrapped up in thick violet paper, a lavender velvet bow attached to the front. In neat script, the ex-prep had carefully, lovingly written, "For my James."

"I wonder how Jimmy feels about being here at Bullworth." Said king eyed the gift suspiciously. Troy was too preoccupied with his new toys to even pretend to pay any attention to them. "He hardly ever speaks about his past or his home life. The last thing he told me was that his whorish mother divorced her latest husband to vacation with another man. Jim does not even know where she is."

"Gee, thanks Gord." Jimmy rolled his eyes at the classic navy sports coat that he pulled out of the box. It had been quite pricey. Gord had longed to get his beloved something from his other beloved, Aquaberry, but the ex-prep had not been able to go there in such a long time. People that worked at his haven now ignored his presence.

"Look in the front pocket."

Within seconds after the squinty eyes locked onto part two of the present, Gord was mauled back down to the floor, this time on his back. "Are you fricken' serious!" The shorter of the two came the closest to purring that he ever would, slapping a kiss down on his lover's lips between every word. "You are so fucking amazing!"

"If I would have known he would have reacted like this to a couple of tickets to a wretched rock concert, I would have bought him the band ages ago." Gord half-wittedly mused to himself, soaking in as much of the craved attention that he was receiving that he could. "You have their shirt and I heard that they would be playing very close to here in the spring, so I bought you those. I thought you and Troy would like to go. It'd probably be a highlight of a lifetime to the brat."

Thankfully, the future king remained absorbed in his newly acquired items, for Jimmy began to give Gord a proper Christmas present.