Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: I’m watching Silence of the Lambs currently. Weee. I hate scary movies. I watched the Amytiville Horror yesterday, too. It was GOING to be scary… until I saw Ryan Reynold’s hawt bod. 83~ Plus, me and my friend kept ogling him and making fun of the movie.



Omg. Buffalo Bill. My friend can do the scream perfectly. GGGHNNNAAAARRRRRRHHHHNNNNYAH!!



-Cough.- Anyway. Yay~ I know what chapter we’re on. x] Only took me like 5 chapters in the first place but oh well, at least I got it. EEEHEHEHEHE.



This first part of the story is all me. Seriously. If you know me personally, it makes sense. I’m addicted to the History Channel and the National Geographic Channel.



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I stared at the pizza laying innocently on the plate in front of me, while Colby mowed down on some breadsticks. Shaun was across from me in the booth at Villa Pizza, and Jason was sitting next to my boy-toy.



“Jules,” Colby said with a sigh; their plates were empty, and mine was still decorated with the pepperoni devil. “Eat your pizza.”



“I hate pizza.”



“I know. But you could at least take a bite.” Colby sipped from the straw of his Dr. Pepper.



“I don’t like mushrooms.”



Colby glared, and Shaun tilted his head. “Why?”



“He doesn’t eat vegetables,” Colby answered for me, and I shook my head.



“That’s not it.” My eyes darkened, the mood of the room lowering as well as a mysterious light seemed to come from my lap and illuminate my features eerily. “I was watching a special on the National Geographic Channel about fungus.”



Colby rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, defeated. “Jules…”



Shaun and Jason were engrossed.



“There’s a type of mushroom that exists, that when it gets onto an ant’s antenna, it slowly moves down into their brain, and then takes control.” I made a dramatic hand movement; Shaun gripped onto Jason’s shoulder, and Jason leaned forward a bit. “From there it controls the ant to climb as high as it can, on grass blades; and then, when a cow comes along and eats it, the fungus gets into the cow’s system.” I think Shaun gasped. I raised a finger. “You’d think that it would end there. But no… it doesn’t end there. The fungus grows and spreads, and moves through the blood stream up into the cow’s brain, making it act delusional and crazy. These mushrooms are tied to the theory of Mad Cow Disease.”



Jason pushed away his plate, which had the remains of a juicy sirloin hamburger.



“From there on, no one really knows what happens to the fungus. It’s believed that when it enters the human system, it can’t go through the blood stream to get into the brain. But… where does it go?”



Shaun shook his head and squeaked a bit, burying his face into Jason’s shoulder; the taller boy carefully put his arm around the younger teen.



“Th-That’s horrible…” Shaun said, whimpering and closing his eyes. “I’m never eating mushrooms again!”



I nodded, triumphant. “I don’t eat mushrooms unless obaa-san picks them herself!”



Colby rolled his eyes, again, and shoved me lightly. “Quit filling their heads with stupid shit, Jules.”



“It’s true!” I huffed, hitting Colby’s thigh with my fist. Colby winced and rubbed it. “I live by the National Geographic Channel!”



Jason laughed a bit. “Hm… I guess that’s good reasoning.”



“That’s stupid.” Colby huffed. He’s just jealous.



“They also had a special on Straight Edge kids.” I said, shrugging and picking a piece of greasy pepperoni and chewing on it thoughtfully. “Someplace in Nevada, near Reno, I guess police are cracking down on anyone affiliated with straight edge. They’re turning it into some sort of gang or whatever, attacking kids that do drugs or drink or whatever.” I brightened some. “They yelled at a car full of Crips one day, the Crips turned around and then got the shit kicked out of them by the emo’s.” I snorted. “What a joke.”



This made Colby laugh, “Wow. That is something that is definitely worth laughing at.”



I took a drink of my lemonade, and then felt a foot trailing up my calf. I glanced up quickly; both Jason and Shaun seemed engrossed in their conversation, and Colby had his attention turned to the baseball game on the big screen. But the foot didn’t stop it’s ministrations – it reached up to the crook of my knee and nuzzled into it, making me squirm slightly at the barely-there sensation. I bit my lip and stared at my friends, trying to figure out which one was fucking with me.



While trying to debate if that hot waiter somehow managed to get a rubber leg and stretch it all the way over here. Which would be awesome. Because he’s damn fine.



I licked my lips a bit nervously, clearing my throat a bit and taking another sip of my lemonade. My thighs and knees are very sensitive, so whoever is doing this knows very well that – fuck, who am I kidding, all three of these guys know what makes me squirm.



“Oh,” Colby turned to me with a smile, pointing up at the screen. “Did you see the huge brawl that broke out last week?”



I turned and glanced up at the screen, trying my best to ignore the foot that was slowly creeping it’s way towards my crotch. “Yeah, my dad TIVO’d it.” I grinned. “We watched it in slow-mo and everything.”



Colby laughed and nodded. “Well Sexson was having a bad enough season already, why not get suspended?”



I shrugged and shook my head. “That’s one way to solve your problems.”



There was a light pressure on my crotch as I picked up my drink, and my gasping flail spilled some of the juice onto the table. I cursed and grabbed a napkin, mopping it up, and then quickly excused myself and bolted for the bathroom.



Once in the safety of the restroom, I placed my hands on either side of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a bit of eyeliner today, just for shits and giggles, and my hair was flatter than normal. It’s not often that I work too hard on straightening it. My skin looked flawless – usually my cheeks are a bit rosy naturally – and my eyes were glittering. But the light pink tinge across my nose gave away what just happened; one of my friends is definitely torturing me.



Bastard.



I grumbled and turned on the tap, doing the motions of washing my hands. Might as well do something productive, while I’m in here.



The door squeaked open and I didn’t really pay any mind to it, until a pair of arms snaked their way around me from behind. I stiffened, trying to figure out which one of my fuck-faced friends it was, until I felt then whisper against my neck.



“Too hot to handle?”



I let out all of my breath.



“Colby…”



He chuckled against my skin, and it sent shivers up and down my spine. His hands moved under my t-shirt, palms caressing my rapidly inflating and deflating abdomen, and then he dipped his long fingers beneath the waist band of my pants. I whimpered and bucked into it, his hands sliding lower, taking ahold of my half-hard shaft, pumping it once.



“You shouldn’t just run away when you get an issue like this…” Colby reprimanded, and I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded uselessly. “… You should just let me help you…”



“Yes,” I breathed, not knowing where I got the air in order to make any noise at all. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my back arching slightly as I pumped my hips into his hand. God, it felt so good to have his fingers wrapped around my aching, throbbing –



“Jules!”



My eyes snapped open and I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my face a bit flushed and my lips parted. My hands were still under the water, which had turned cold, and I blinked a few times.



Woah.



Awkward…



Shaun was standing by the doorway, and I turned off the faucet and went to the towel dispenser, waving my hand idly in front of it, trying to set off the motion sensor. I got one towel, and then waited for another while I let my hand flap lamely in the air.



“Sup?” I asked casually, and Shaun licked his lips and tilted his head, looking like a Catholic altar boy that just found out what Priests do in their spare time.



“The guys wanted me to check on you, you’ve been gone for like five minutes…”



I chuckled outwardly, and groaned inwardly. Jesus, I wonder if anyone else tried to come into the bathroom while I stood like some pervert in front of the sink humping mid-air?



“Eheh,” my chuckle was obviously awkward, but Shaun (thankfully) ignored it or just didn’t notice.



I exited the bathroom and headed back to the table, feeling a cloud of shame hovering over me.



I really need to stop fantasizing about my best friend.



It’s useless.



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Hot.



Hot, hot, hot.



So fucking hot.



I don’t mind the heat. I really don’t.



But because where I live is fucking GAY, it decides to go from 20 degrees to 80 degrees overnight. Retarded, right? I didn’t even have time to put in my freaking air conditioner.



Which I need, by the way.



On average in the summer time my room is about 102 degrees. AT NIGHT.



Fggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfftttt.



So you can understand me when you see me sitting on the couch in the living room, in just my boxers, sprawled out watching Judge Judy after school. I can’t think of a better, non-sweat-inducing activity, honestly.



Ah.



I took a sip of my lemonade (can you tell what my favorite drink is?) and then set it down on the coffee table, watching as Judge Judy reamed the hell out of some stupid skank that wants money from her ex-boyfriend because he left her and started doing her mom… or something.



A knock came to the front door, and I rolled my eyes.



“It’s open!”



“Damn straight it is,” Colby said, already half-way into the house. He was wearing a plain white tank top and some board shorts, hands on his hips as he took in my lazy appearance and what I was watching. “… Fag.”



“Shut up.” I said, throwing a pillow half-heartedly in his direction.



He tossed it back, and I took it with a grin, situating my head on it. “So what do you want?”



“Dad said my chores are done for the day. Wanna-,”



I was up and heading to my bedroom before he even finished the sentence, and returned in my swim trunks just as he was turning around to see where I’d gone.



I grinned.



“Hell yeah!”



Within the next ten minutes we’d grabbed beach towels, sun screen, snacks, an umbrella, lawn chairs, and sunglasses, and were heading out towards the border. We don’t live anywhere near an ocean, no. But Idaho is definitely a fifteen-minute drive, and just over the border is a beautiful (not really) lake with a great (gravelly) beach.



… Okay so it’s really not the biggest deal ever, but! It has the world’s only floating golf green. Yeah. Golf in style motherfuckers.



The car ride there was uneventful, per usual. In Colby’s tricked out Mazda we were blasting various techno re-mixes of the latest hip-hop songs, him driving casually while I rolled down the window and made awkward noises at the other cars.



Che, and he says he can’t ever take me anywhere.



Oh, wait…



Due to a car crash it took us twenty minutes to get to the beach, but when we finally got there, we sighed in appreciation. A lake! Water! Sand!



Well… not exactly those three things. In all honesty we never go more than ankle-deep in the water because it’s disgusting, and the sand isn’t even worth walking on, really. It hurts, there’s a lot of rocks.



I spread out the blanket and stuck the umbrella in the rock bed next to us, opening it up and positioning it so it covered part of the blanket. Colby opened the cooler and tossed me a water, which I opened up and drank from greedily. Even if this lake sucks, it’s nice to just sit out on the beach and relax, get some sun, and be a bum.



Laying down next to each other, Colby on his stomach and myself on my back, we let out identical sighs of appreciation. We glanced at each other and then snorted, chuckling lightly to ourselves as we settled into the warm oven we like to call Coeur d’Alene beach.



But of course, with silence comes musings.



And my muses never shut the fuck up, so what am I doing? Thinking.



SOMEONE SOUND A FOGHORN JULIAN’S THINKING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON SLKJSLDFKJIUOIDFJSDFSDF.



Yeah, I think.



A lot.



And of course my thoughts zoom in and target on one point: Colby. Why? That’s all I can think. He’s my best fucking friend. My straight friend. The friend that knows so much about me he could write a book on me, and then blackmail me, and I would still say “aw it’s okay, buddy. How much money did you make?”.



Of course my heart flutters when I’m around him. Of course I drool when he’s shirtless. How can I not? Colby is freaking gorgeous, even a blind man could tell it.



He’s like… he’s like my guardian. Fucking gay sounding, right? I know. But he’s always there to protect me. To hold me. His arms are so strong, his chest so warm…



A flash, and once again I’m in that hot embrace, our bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. There’s no motion except for his hand running through my hair in a gentle, loving manner, the rise and fall of our chests synchronized. I smile softly and nuzzle into the crook of his neck, before I glance up at the man shrouded in mystery. He’s always there to save me, to pull me from the flames and smoke and wreckage of my past.



Who are you…?



I reach up to trace my fingers over his shadowed features, the touch familiar. As it has been since that horrible day. His smile is warm and ignites a blossom of warmth in my heart, and that warmth starts to spread as I gently coax his head closer to mine.



Into the light.



There was a flash of electric blue eyes, and then it was gone.



I gasped and opened my eyes, to find Colby hovering over me like a mother hen.



“Hey Jules, you okay?” He asks, his blue eyes shining brightly with curiosity and concern.



Blinking a few times, I reached up and traced my fingers over those features that I’d come to know, to love, to memorize. The pads of my fingers are rough against his petal-soft skin, his lips part lightly in confusion as I smile and pull off his sunglasses so I could see his eyes better.



Those warm eyes.



The eyes of my protector.



My smile widened a bit, and I reached up to wrap my arms around Colby’s shoulders to bring him down to my chest in an embrace. He stiffened briefly, and then he relaxed into my touch and let out a breath, the smile on his lips being felt on my skin.



He might not know why I’m hugging him like this, and maybe it’s better that way.



As long as he’ll always be here to save me from my ghosts.



A rock hit my leg, followed by a “QUEERS!”.



I grunted and pushed Colby off of me, sitting up to see a group of middle schoolers nearby, snickering like they were funny or something.



Snarky bastards.



Yeah, snarky. It’s a word. Google that shit.



I picked up a (rather large) rock and hurled it into the crowd, successfully hitting the runt in the head.



“Go suck each other’s cocks you fuck hats!”



An elderly woman nearby gasped and looked horrified, and I sneered. “What the fuck are you gasping about? Apply more sunblock, you’re melting.” What a wrinkly old lady.



Colby chuckled and took another drink of his water, glancing over at me.



“You know Jules, you’re the biggest prick on the planet.”



I glanced over and huffed, my eyes watery and lips in a pout. My best friend shook his head and chuckled again, leaning forward to press our foreheads together, one hand cradling the back of my head.



“And you know I love you for it.”



Yeah…



I love you too, Colby.



I heard a gagging noise behind me, and without even looking I chucked my water bottle over my shoulder, and grinned when I heard the satisfying ‘thunk’ of a prepubescent boy hitting the dirt.



“Marry me.” He grinned.



“Only if you wear the dress.”



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A/N: Ahaha. One more chapter after this.

Sorry this took so long. It’s fucking HOT. As I mentioned in the chapter. The weather here is ridiculous, srsly. I fking hate it. T_T;



On the other hand I’ve started working on my Prince Belphegor (Prince the Ripper) cosplay, from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. It’s going to be KICK. ASS. I even sound like him when I giggle. :] I creeped out my mom this morning by walking into the bedroom going “kuuuuhuhuhuhufufu… wanna play…?~”. She fell out of bed. xD I’m so cruel. ^_^





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Remember, one chapter after this!

What will happen?



Will Colby and Jules get married? Will Heather finally get her revenge? Will Ami make another delicious bento?

Most importantly…



WILL THERE BE HOT SEX?!?!?!?



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