Best Friends Means you Pull the Trigger
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
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11,616
Reviews:
88
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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Ten
I know it's been a long time since I've update (well you know before 9). I've been really busy, a lot of work (thankfully). Right now I've had a lull in things and I'm taking the time to write a bit. I don't think this will last very long though, but I hope to at least have 2 or 3 chps more posted before things get busy again.
I want to thank everyone...and I mean everyone from day one who has reviewed:Pierette, hacha, Carnal_Sin, Romanticfae, Dee, Genderless, Shay, Storytellersdaughter, etrenoir, l.fire, kordavamennemer, Mahi, Zelasii, Measley, Shivawn, cfweber1b, Jay, Momo, Kathy, crazykitty, GellyBelly, Lisa (check answers to both your reviews at the end.), kylee, Kirjawa01.
Really thank you I apreciate it a lot.
It took more courage than Gerald thought he had, but with a deep breath he walked towards the football field. He knew that Michael would be there, he’d learn the football teams schedule a long time ago.
He thought he must be quite the sight standing by the fence watching the boys without shirts run around the field. He wondered how long it would take for him to be spotted and if they would attack as a pack or would their leader, Frank, be the one to have the honor to pummel him. It was a chilling feeling to actually wonder if Michael would even try to defend him, and it was terrifying to know that he might even take part in the taunting.
“What am I doing here?” He thought to himself. “This wasn’t a good idea.” Gerald’s hands let go of the shell. If Michael wanted to talk to him, he would have come up to him during school. He turned around to leave; he had taken about three steps with his eyes fixed on the floor, watching his black shoes fall onto the green grass, when a second pair of shoes appeared. He looked up and flirty blue eyes smiled at him. He tried to hold back his own smile, but he couldn’t.
Michael’s hands wanted to reach out and push the overgrown black hair out of the smallest boy’s eyes, but instead he crossed his arms behind his back.
“Thank you for the gift,” Gerald managed to struggle out.
“I was worried you wouldn’t get it.” Michael took a step forward. They were so close that there shadows became one, so close that the ragged breaths from Michaels over worked lungs ghosted over Gerald’s nose.
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Good,” Michael nodded, and Gerald mimicked the movement. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They both believed they would easily fall into the old comfort, that it would be easy to fix everything. They didn’t count on all the time gone by, they didn’t count on all the changes they went through while apart. Well this time it was Gerald who had changed. Gerald who had grown strong, who no longer depended on the crumbs that Michael gave him. He was glad for them, the memory of what they were, but he no longer needed them.
Michael was surprised when Gerald stepped back. He wanted to reach for him; he wanted to feel his warm skin underneath his own, his fingers reaching for his wrist to check the time. His hand twitched.
“Mike!” he looked over at his teammates calling. He fisted his outstretched hand letting it fall to his side, a tight smile on his lips.
“I’ve got to go,” Gerald said, never noticing Michael’s attempt at contact. “Work.” He shrugged and turned around.
“Bye,” Michael said too soft for the disappearing boy to hear.
-
“What took you so long?” Sandra asked when Gerald opened the door to sit on the passenger side of her car.
“Nothing, just…Sorry I took so long.” She smiled at him, saying it was okay, and then left the parking lot. They stopped by Gerald’s house so he could check on his mom. He discovered she had gone out and began to bite his lower lip. Sandra gave him a sad smile, knowing he only bit his lip like that when he was worried or concentrating. There wasn’t much for him to be concentrating on, so she knew it had to be his mom.
She dropped him off at work and asked if he would need a ride home. Gerald thanked her but said he would rather walk. He wanted to go to the beach alone; he needed time to think.
His mom had gotten worse and worse. She used to always look young and happy, it seemed like the years didn’t touch her, but they were just waiting to hit all at once. It was astonishing how much his mother had aged from one moment to the other. He was worried, for the first time he saw her alcohol use as what it really was, a disease that slowly but surely was consuming her.
The other day he had found her throwing up in the bathroom. He hurried to help her, holding her hair back and rubbing comforting circles on her back; then, he noticed that all she was throwing up was acid and blood.
He felt tears burning his eyes and panic taking over his body.
“Oh my god, Mom!” he panicked while trying to help her stand. “You’re bleeding!” She whipped a hand across her mouth and focused on the red that tinted her fingers. She wobbled, the alcohol still active in her system, and shrugged, moving towards the sink to wash.
“Mom, you need to go to the doctor,” Gerald pleaded. She dismissed him with a hand gesture.
“It’s nothing.” Her eyes were unfocused and Gerald wanted to push the subject but knew that while in that state, he would get nowhere with her.
He helped her wash her teeth and get into bed. She fell asleep without even asking for her cold mask. Fear still pumped through Gerald’s veins, a dreadful cold taking over his whole body. He couldn’t lose her. He lay beside her resting his head against her stomach and wrapping his arms around her waist. He held as tight as he could, wishing that nothing and no one would ever take her from him.
Her not being home worried him more than ever now. He feared going home and finding her unconscious or even dead. He feared her not coming home one day. He feared having to identify her body.
It didn’t matter how many sweaters he wore, the cold was inside him. He pulled his hoodie closer to his body, burying his hands in the large pockets as he hurried his steps, wishing only to hear the sound of the waves.
He was not sure when he made the turn, not sure when he crossed the streets or if he had knocked, all he knew was that somehow he found himself in front of the Mitchell residence. He looked down at his feet, encouraging them to move, to turn around and leave, but they didn’t seem to want to.
The door opened. Michael had car keys in his hands ready to go out and meet some friends.
“Wow…hey!” He was pleasantly surprised to see Gerald standing outside his door. He put the keys back into his pocket and motioned into the house. Gerald walked in timidly, unsure of what to say or what he was doing there. “So…” Michael said.
Gerald dug deeper into his pockets. He gave Michael a crooked smile.
“I was just walking around and ended up here. I hope you don’t mind.”
‘Mind? Mind!’ Michael thought trying to contain his urge to jump up and down. ‘Why would he think I’d mind?’
“Not at all,” Michael rushed out. “You must be thirsty.” He led the way to the kitchen. Gerald hesitated, looking at the door and then the stairs. He wondered if Sean was in his room. He looked back at the door, a part of him begging him to just run out.
“Gee?” The nick name that he always hated, the one he once wished he had the courage to say ‘don’t call me that” was like a sedative; it brought him back to when Michael meant peace and protection.
Michael didn’t ask what Gerald would like; he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Mango juice. When Gerald used to frequent his home, Michael would ask his mom to buy the juice convincing her it was his favorite, when in all truth he didn’t like it that much but Gerald did. Mrs. Mitchell continued to buy the juice no one in the house, except “Michael” liked.
Gerald sat on one of the tall stools around the kitchen island, and Michael leaned against the counter across from him. They smiled, looking at each other. Gerald’s mind seemed to have finally slowed down. His mom’s problem still throbbed lightly behind his thoughts.
He looked at Michael noticing how his heart still swelled for him, but also noticing how those eyes he thought he’d never be able to live without, were not much different than many other blue eyes he’d seen before. He noticed how Michael was still much taller than him, but he didn’t look like a giant anymore.
Michael also examined Gerald, how his hair was longer, how his arms were still slim but now showed some defined muscle, how he had grown a few inches, how his eyes looked sad and worried.
“What’s bothering you?” Michael asked. His eyes were fixed upon Gerald’s, hoping his friend wouldn’t move them away. Gerald was trapped in the intensity behind the blue eyes.
‘Nothing is wrong,’ he tried to say, but the blue eyes wouldn’t allow a lie. Why had he come here? Michael knew nothing about his mom. Why didn’t he go to Ray? Michael blinked; Gerald took the opportunity to glance down to his watch, the watch Michael had given him.
Ray had a date, that’s why he didn’t go to him, right?
A warm hand against his cheek brought him back. When had Michael moved? A thumb caressed his cheek.
Gerald wanted to look up, but he couldn’t risk being caught in the blue eyes again. Why did they have so much power over him? Didn’t he just a minute ago think they were nothing special? And they weren’t, they were not, he didn’t need them like he once did, but still they held him. They still imprisoned him.
Music began to play and the contact was lost. Gerald looked up confused. Michael fumbled, patting his pockets in search of his phone. He found it, flipped it open, and pressed it to his ear.
Gerald looked around. He saw Sean coming down the stairs. The younger boy smiled at him and motioned with his hand for him to follow. He looked up at Michael who was still on the phone making excuses for being late.
Gerald stood up and followed Sean to his room.
Michael shut the phone and turned to apologize, but Gerald was no longer sitting in front of him. He turned to look for him and saw him saying hello to Sean and moving up the stairs behind his brother. Gerald didn’t look back, and Michael took his car keys and left the house.
“Never mind, I’ll be there in five minutes,” Michael said into his cell phone.
*~*~*~*
(I'll try to answer any questions left in a review)
Lisa (review 1):
Jay though on the football team with Michael isn't really friends with him or any of the other players. He is good at football, and likes playing football so he plays.That is why it probaly never occurred to him to tell Michael Gerald was there. Plus, it wasn't like everyone knew how close of friend Gerald and Michael were/are.
If you'd still like to beta read the chp. for me please do let me know and I will email you.
Don't worry too much about the story's title it will eventually make sense.
(review 2)
Ray right about now is almost done with college...I'd say he s 22-23 years old. I know it isn't a huge difference in age from Gerald. However, that was never a true issue for Ray. If you remember he was always asking Gerald out before. Now though they are using the age as an excuse, both are. Gerald to ignore what ever he might feel, and Ray to justify his presence with out it being about "liking" Gerald. Hence what Mrs. Harrison said.
The mistakes you pointed out I will eventually go back to fix them.
I want to thank everyone...and I mean everyone from day one who has reviewed:Pierette, hacha, Carnal_Sin, Romanticfae, Dee, Genderless, Shay, Storytellersdaughter, etrenoir, l.fire, kordavamennemer, Mahi, Zelasii, Measley, Shivawn, cfweber1b, Jay, Momo, Kathy, crazykitty, GellyBelly, Lisa (check answers to both your reviews at the end.), kylee, Kirjawa01.
Really thank you I apreciate it a lot.
It took more courage than Gerald thought he had, but with a deep breath he walked towards the football field. He knew that Michael would be there, he’d learn the football teams schedule a long time ago.
He thought he must be quite the sight standing by the fence watching the boys without shirts run around the field. He wondered how long it would take for him to be spotted and if they would attack as a pack or would their leader, Frank, be the one to have the honor to pummel him. It was a chilling feeling to actually wonder if Michael would even try to defend him, and it was terrifying to know that he might even take part in the taunting.
“What am I doing here?” He thought to himself. “This wasn’t a good idea.” Gerald’s hands let go of the shell. If Michael wanted to talk to him, he would have come up to him during school. He turned around to leave; he had taken about three steps with his eyes fixed on the floor, watching his black shoes fall onto the green grass, when a second pair of shoes appeared. He looked up and flirty blue eyes smiled at him. He tried to hold back his own smile, but he couldn’t.
Michael’s hands wanted to reach out and push the overgrown black hair out of the smallest boy’s eyes, but instead he crossed his arms behind his back.
“Thank you for the gift,” Gerald managed to struggle out.
“I was worried you wouldn’t get it.” Michael took a step forward. They were so close that there shadows became one, so close that the ragged breaths from Michaels over worked lungs ghosted over Gerald’s nose.
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Good,” Michael nodded, and Gerald mimicked the movement. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They both believed they would easily fall into the old comfort, that it would be easy to fix everything. They didn’t count on all the time gone by, they didn’t count on all the changes they went through while apart. Well this time it was Gerald who had changed. Gerald who had grown strong, who no longer depended on the crumbs that Michael gave him. He was glad for them, the memory of what they were, but he no longer needed them.
Michael was surprised when Gerald stepped back. He wanted to reach for him; he wanted to feel his warm skin underneath his own, his fingers reaching for his wrist to check the time. His hand twitched.
“Mike!” he looked over at his teammates calling. He fisted his outstretched hand letting it fall to his side, a tight smile on his lips.
“I’ve got to go,” Gerald said, never noticing Michael’s attempt at contact. “Work.” He shrugged and turned around.
“Bye,” Michael said too soft for the disappearing boy to hear.
-
“What took you so long?” Sandra asked when Gerald opened the door to sit on the passenger side of her car.
“Nothing, just…Sorry I took so long.” She smiled at him, saying it was okay, and then left the parking lot. They stopped by Gerald’s house so he could check on his mom. He discovered she had gone out and began to bite his lower lip. Sandra gave him a sad smile, knowing he only bit his lip like that when he was worried or concentrating. There wasn’t much for him to be concentrating on, so she knew it had to be his mom.
She dropped him off at work and asked if he would need a ride home. Gerald thanked her but said he would rather walk. He wanted to go to the beach alone; he needed time to think.
His mom had gotten worse and worse. She used to always look young and happy, it seemed like the years didn’t touch her, but they were just waiting to hit all at once. It was astonishing how much his mother had aged from one moment to the other. He was worried, for the first time he saw her alcohol use as what it really was, a disease that slowly but surely was consuming her.
The other day he had found her throwing up in the bathroom. He hurried to help her, holding her hair back and rubbing comforting circles on her back; then, he noticed that all she was throwing up was acid and blood.
He felt tears burning his eyes and panic taking over his body.
“Oh my god, Mom!” he panicked while trying to help her stand. “You’re bleeding!” She whipped a hand across her mouth and focused on the red that tinted her fingers. She wobbled, the alcohol still active in her system, and shrugged, moving towards the sink to wash.
“Mom, you need to go to the doctor,” Gerald pleaded. She dismissed him with a hand gesture.
“It’s nothing.” Her eyes were unfocused and Gerald wanted to push the subject but knew that while in that state, he would get nowhere with her.
He helped her wash her teeth and get into bed. She fell asleep without even asking for her cold mask. Fear still pumped through Gerald’s veins, a dreadful cold taking over his whole body. He couldn’t lose her. He lay beside her resting his head against her stomach and wrapping his arms around her waist. He held as tight as he could, wishing that nothing and no one would ever take her from him.
Her not being home worried him more than ever now. He feared going home and finding her unconscious or even dead. He feared her not coming home one day. He feared having to identify her body.
It didn’t matter how many sweaters he wore, the cold was inside him. He pulled his hoodie closer to his body, burying his hands in the large pockets as he hurried his steps, wishing only to hear the sound of the waves.
He was not sure when he made the turn, not sure when he crossed the streets or if he had knocked, all he knew was that somehow he found himself in front of the Mitchell residence. He looked down at his feet, encouraging them to move, to turn around and leave, but they didn’t seem to want to.
The door opened. Michael had car keys in his hands ready to go out and meet some friends.
“Wow…hey!” He was pleasantly surprised to see Gerald standing outside his door. He put the keys back into his pocket and motioned into the house. Gerald walked in timidly, unsure of what to say or what he was doing there. “So…” Michael said.
Gerald dug deeper into his pockets. He gave Michael a crooked smile.
“I was just walking around and ended up here. I hope you don’t mind.”
‘Mind? Mind!’ Michael thought trying to contain his urge to jump up and down. ‘Why would he think I’d mind?’
“Not at all,” Michael rushed out. “You must be thirsty.” He led the way to the kitchen. Gerald hesitated, looking at the door and then the stairs. He wondered if Sean was in his room. He looked back at the door, a part of him begging him to just run out.
“Gee?” The nick name that he always hated, the one he once wished he had the courage to say ‘don’t call me that” was like a sedative; it brought him back to when Michael meant peace and protection.
Michael didn’t ask what Gerald would like; he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Mango juice. When Gerald used to frequent his home, Michael would ask his mom to buy the juice convincing her it was his favorite, when in all truth he didn’t like it that much but Gerald did. Mrs. Mitchell continued to buy the juice no one in the house, except “Michael” liked.
Gerald sat on one of the tall stools around the kitchen island, and Michael leaned against the counter across from him. They smiled, looking at each other. Gerald’s mind seemed to have finally slowed down. His mom’s problem still throbbed lightly behind his thoughts.
He looked at Michael noticing how his heart still swelled for him, but also noticing how those eyes he thought he’d never be able to live without, were not much different than many other blue eyes he’d seen before. He noticed how Michael was still much taller than him, but he didn’t look like a giant anymore.
Michael also examined Gerald, how his hair was longer, how his arms were still slim but now showed some defined muscle, how he had grown a few inches, how his eyes looked sad and worried.
“What’s bothering you?” Michael asked. His eyes were fixed upon Gerald’s, hoping his friend wouldn’t move them away. Gerald was trapped in the intensity behind the blue eyes.
‘Nothing is wrong,’ he tried to say, but the blue eyes wouldn’t allow a lie. Why had he come here? Michael knew nothing about his mom. Why didn’t he go to Ray? Michael blinked; Gerald took the opportunity to glance down to his watch, the watch Michael had given him.
Ray had a date, that’s why he didn’t go to him, right?
A warm hand against his cheek brought him back. When had Michael moved? A thumb caressed his cheek.
Gerald wanted to look up, but he couldn’t risk being caught in the blue eyes again. Why did they have so much power over him? Didn’t he just a minute ago think they were nothing special? And they weren’t, they were not, he didn’t need them like he once did, but still they held him. They still imprisoned him.
Music began to play and the contact was lost. Gerald looked up confused. Michael fumbled, patting his pockets in search of his phone. He found it, flipped it open, and pressed it to his ear.
Gerald looked around. He saw Sean coming down the stairs. The younger boy smiled at him and motioned with his hand for him to follow. He looked up at Michael who was still on the phone making excuses for being late.
Gerald stood up and followed Sean to his room.
Michael shut the phone and turned to apologize, but Gerald was no longer sitting in front of him. He turned to look for him and saw him saying hello to Sean and moving up the stairs behind his brother. Gerald didn’t look back, and Michael took his car keys and left the house.
“Never mind, I’ll be there in five minutes,” Michael said into his cell phone.
*~*~*~*
(I'll try to answer any questions left in a review)
Lisa (review 1):
Jay though on the football team with Michael isn't really friends with him or any of the other players. He is good at football, and likes playing football so he plays.That is why it probaly never occurred to him to tell Michael Gerald was there. Plus, it wasn't like everyone knew how close of friend Gerald and Michael were/are.
If you'd still like to beta read the chp. for me please do let me know and I will email you.
Don't worry too much about the story's title it will eventually make sense.
(review 2)
Ray right about now is almost done with college...I'd say he s 22-23 years old. I know it isn't a huge difference in age from Gerald. However, that was never a true issue for Ray. If you remember he was always asking Gerald out before. Now though they are using the age as an excuse, both are. Gerald to ignore what ever he might feel, and Ray to justify his presence with out it being about "liking" Gerald. Hence what Mrs. Harrison said.
The mistakes you pointed out I will eventually go back to fix them.