The pro and cons of life

I dedicated this to my friend Janine who's writing her exams right now.
I'd also like to recommend a recently posted story here on aff.net.
It's "Wastung time" by Allie and I really, really like it so far and therefore hope some more people will read it.

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"The pro and cons of life"


Chapter 1


Lars bowed his head and sighed.
He was in the middle of a long day and the only thing that could possibly cheer him up was the fact that he would never meet the end of it.
a nervous glance at his wrist showed him that he had 20 minutes to go and another sigh escaped his lips.
if it were up to him the end couldn't come fast enough, the excitment was killing him.
His eyes were reddend and therefore a tastless contrast to his pale skin, his hair more greasy than usual, but as always falling into his face, hiding the treacherous state of him, bedding his tearswollen eyelids in shadows.
Had somebody observed him they would have noticed his behaviour, the slight tremble of his fingers with which he tried to keep hold of his pen.
As it was, nobody cared and the only attention he got was when the pen finally slid trough his sweaty fingers, hitting the floor with a quiet thumb. Serval people looked up, quickly returning to their work, the only pair of eyes lingering on Lars were Harry Larikin's, taking in his state.
Ther eyes locked, but a shake of his head and the tension that had risen seemed to be gone.
Lars sighed another time and wondered if Harry had any idea what he was on about.
He knew that the blond sucked in Sience, but he was still the son of a pharmacist and some things were just bloody obvious.
But whatever Harry thought or knew about Lars plans did not matter.
The only thing that mattered was the death that would soon embrace him.
Having to ask Harry for the stuff that would actually bring his end, wasn't anything that would bother him.
The Deal had been up for ages-
Harry providing him with a lot of chemicals that could be counted as drugs and Lars, as the headmaster's son, providing him with all sorts of helpful stuff.
This time it would be the answer sheet for their final exams.
This time it would be too much morphium for an underaged body to take.
The upcoming events promised to finish both of their schoollifes, just in different ways.
Which one was the better Lars could not tell.
He was just sick of all that pain going on in his head, all the aching in his chest.
It made him hurt thinking about, so he slowly got up, luckly not drawing any attention to him, since the class had just finished.
He shot one last glance at Harry and noticed that the blond was watching him as well, but that was not of any interest. He knew Harry would be there in time, so he had to go and fullfil his part.

It wasn't a long way to his Dad's office and the secretary let him pass through with out asking, already getting her bag to get home for the weekend.
He shortly knocked on the door and as always, 'cause he could tell from the hestitant way of knocking, Mr.Ferris knew it was his son.
"Come in, Lars", his muffled voice swam though the wooden door and Lars opend it as hestitantly as he had knocked.
His father eyed him wearly, as he made his way into the room, finally coming to a halt in the middle of it, on the blood red carpet.
"What is it?", his Dad asked, pushing some of his papers aside to give his full attention to the kid. God knew, he needed it.
"Ehrm...well. I was wondering...if...if I could actually do the counseling thing a bit more often. Like...twice a week maybe."
A slow smiled came to cover his Dad's face and Mr.Ferris voice became even warmer.
"Of course. Right. Yeah, that's fine with me. Do you wanna call Dr.Anderson right now?"
"Well. I think this are not her office hours and I'm not sure if I still got her card."
Lars took his bag off and started rummaging through it in an obvious attemt to find the card.
"Know what. I think I got one in my car", Mr.Ferris announced and got up from his desk.
"You'll wait here and I'll get it so you can ring her immediatly and leave a message."
Lars nodded and gave a cirky grin.
"Ok", he said, slowly placing himself on the edge of his desk, still looking in his bag.
His father shot him a glance and left as soon as Lars had moved down onto the chair.
A few seconds later, Mr.Ferris footsteps fading, Lars got up, went over to the desk to write a note, scribbling in red marker:

Found it.
See you later

Then he quickly moved to the closet that his Dad had in his office for no obvious reason and got inside.
When his father entered the room again, he made no sound and two hours later, when he went home Lars didn't say a word either.
He only waited for a couple of minutes to make sure that his Dad really had left the office, before he got out, noisely rolling onto the floor.
He peeled himself off the floor and shot a look at his watch.
It was nearly six o'clock, being winter the sky outside almost dark.
He smiled.
Everything seemed to turn out as planned.
Confident he strode over to the window and opend it.
Right in front of him was Harry, looking at him from the branches of the tree he sat in.
"Finally", he mouthed and Lars gave a short snarl.
"Help me" were Harrys words, befor he let himself fall forward, right into Lars' arms and both onto the carpet.

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end of chapter one....more will be posted if there is any demand.
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