Ace
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
722
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1
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Chapter 2
AN: orbiting jupiter Thanks so much for the review! *gives you a cookie for being the first reviewer*
Well, here's chapter 2! hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!
Chapter 2 - So, Ace?
“So, Ace, What brings you here, and where did you move from?” Pure silver eyes pierced into me as the boy in the lime green shirt continued to interrogate me. “I mean. We’re rare, around here. Being different isn’t high up there on the totem of good things, and you, are very different.”
I smiled and looked down, trying to think of a realistic lie, “My family lived here, a while ago. When dad died me and mom moved back, she missed it, I guess.” Really, I guess it wasn’t all a lie. Dad was dead after all, but I most certainly didn’t move here with my mother, and had not once been here before. “It’s not so bad is it? I mean, being different. I won’t get shit kicked or anything, will I?” I asked, changing the topic, or trying to anyway.
Zahi looked at me, shocked, “Oh, man, that bites. About your dad I mean. Pretty harsh.”
Lime green boy nodded, “Yeah. Zahi lost his dad too, a while back. Never fun loosing the ones you love. I mean, I can’t really relate, but I was there when Zahi found out. Won’t ever forget it.” He bit his lip suddenly, and looked quickly away from Zahi. “Sorry, man.” he whispered.
Silence hung thick in the air and I shifted uncertainly in my seat. “I didn’t mean…” I started, but stopped when I realized my voice, as quiet as it was, seemed to cut through the silence like a hurricane. I didn’t know what they meant when they said ‘some one you love’ never really did understand it. I remember my mother crying, I also remember her blaming it on me. I guess it was my fault, but I was just a child. I didn’t know.
Zahi spoke finally, “No ones fault, man. I just don’t talk about it often. That’s all. The wound is still kind of raw you, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know.” I replied agreeably. Raw wounds? Yeah, I knew about raw wounds.
Zahi wasn’t in anymore of my classes, and I didn’t see him in the hallways for the rest of the day either. I sighed, realizing that I may have fucked up my only chance at a friendship, how could I be so stupid? Bringing that up. “Fuck.” I whispered, shoving books and binders half hazardly into my book bag.
“Something wrong, darling?” A voice behind me asked. “My locker, is beside yours.”
I turned around and saw Lime Green boy looking at me and smiling. “Sorry about the whole, dad thing,” I said, “I didn’t mean to say anything about it, I just-”
“No worries” He cut me off. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I mean. Shit, I’ve been dating Zahi for almost two years, and we were friends for years before that, I should have known it’d be sensitive for him.” He leaned against what I assumed was his locker, really there was only a fifty/fifty chance, “Not your fault. All in all, not your fault.”
“Oh.” I said, more of a sigh than anything. “So, I guess gay’s don’t bother you then eh?” I tried to joke, really I was killing myself slowly for even having hoped Zahi was gay and single, Single being the main one.
Lime Green burst out laughing, “Did you not catch the whole ‘being different’ speech? Why, Does it bother you?” He questioned, sobering up.
“Oh, no. No.” I said again. “I’ve never really had a problem with it. I mean, I am, technically, I think.” I stuttered
I spared a quick glance to where he continued to rest lazily against the locker, he looked at me puzzled, ”You think?” he asked. “Well, how old are you?”
“Age has nothing to do with it…” I replied warily. “I just, don’t know… that’s all.” I replied. Really, age has nothing to do with being gay. Or maybe it does. Maybe I’m not gay… Maybe I’m in denial of being straight, I decided. “I mean, I might be straight. I guess, possibly. My parents have always been really strict.” I tried to explain. My parents used to yell for hours if I was the slightest bit late, or if I had a girl over. If I had a guy over? The thought really had always bothered me. How do people figure it out if the don’t experiment, I asked myself. I was to scared to experiment.
“Well, look. You know the other guy from our English class, the quiet one with blue hair? His name is Ryan. He’s kinda in the same boat you are, so maybe you could hook up?” Lime offered. “Oh, by the way, Since Zahi never really introduced us, I’m Sage.”
“Sage?” I smiled, “does that make you more than a prophet or less?”
“Religious boy? I never would have guessed”
I smiled, of course not. “I have the lords prayer tattooed on my left shoulder.” Smiling I lifted my shirt and flung my hair over my right shoulder. “Hurt like hell.” I laughed as his fingertips brushed over the fine dark lines. “My mom almost had a heart attack when she saw it. Said I was a demon child for putting ink into my body and disgracing the lord like that. Never had more fun in my life.”
Well, here's chapter 2! hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!
“So, Ace, What brings you here, and where did you move from?” Pure silver eyes pierced into me as the boy in the lime green shirt continued to interrogate me. “I mean. We’re rare, around here. Being different isn’t high up there on the totem of good things, and you, are very different.”
I smiled and looked down, trying to think of a realistic lie, “My family lived here, a while ago. When dad died me and mom moved back, she missed it, I guess.” Really, I guess it wasn’t all a lie. Dad was dead after all, but I most certainly didn’t move here with my mother, and had not once been here before. “It’s not so bad is it? I mean, being different. I won’t get shit kicked or anything, will I?” I asked, changing the topic, or trying to anyway.
Zahi looked at me, shocked, “Oh, man, that bites. About your dad I mean. Pretty harsh.”
Lime green boy nodded, “Yeah. Zahi lost his dad too, a while back. Never fun loosing the ones you love. I mean, I can’t really relate, but I was there when Zahi found out. Won’t ever forget it.” He bit his lip suddenly, and looked quickly away from Zahi. “Sorry, man.” he whispered.
Silence hung thick in the air and I shifted uncertainly in my seat. “I didn’t mean…” I started, but stopped when I realized my voice, as quiet as it was, seemed to cut through the silence like a hurricane. I didn’t know what they meant when they said ‘some one you love’ never really did understand it. I remember my mother crying, I also remember her blaming it on me. I guess it was my fault, but I was just a child. I didn’t know.
Zahi spoke finally, “No ones fault, man. I just don’t talk about it often. That’s all. The wound is still kind of raw you, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know.” I replied agreeably. Raw wounds? Yeah, I knew about raw wounds.
Zahi wasn’t in anymore of my classes, and I didn’t see him in the hallways for the rest of the day either. I sighed, realizing that I may have fucked up my only chance at a friendship, how could I be so stupid? Bringing that up. “Fuck.” I whispered, shoving books and binders half hazardly into my book bag.
“Something wrong, darling?” A voice behind me asked. “My locker, is beside yours.”
I turned around and saw Lime Green boy looking at me and smiling. “Sorry about the whole, dad thing,” I said, “I didn’t mean to say anything about it, I just-”
“No worries” He cut me off. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I mean. Shit, I’ve been dating Zahi for almost two years, and we were friends for years before that, I should have known it’d be sensitive for him.” He leaned against what I assumed was his locker, really there was only a fifty/fifty chance, “Not your fault. All in all, not your fault.”
“Oh.” I said, more of a sigh than anything. “So, I guess gay’s don’t bother you then eh?” I tried to joke, really I was killing myself slowly for even having hoped Zahi was gay and single, Single being the main one.
Lime Green burst out laughing, “Did you not catch the whole ‘being different’ speech? Why, Does it bother you?” He questioned, sobering up.
“Oh, no. No.” I said again. “I’ve never really had a problem with it. I mean, I am, technically, I think.” I stuttered
I spared a quick glance to where he continued to rest lazily against the locker, he looked at me puzzled, ”You think?” he asked. “Well, how old are you?”
“Age has nothing to do with it…” I replied warily. “I just, don’t know… that’s all.” I replied. Really, age has nothing to do with being gay. Or maybe it does. Maybe I’m not gay… Maybe I’m in denial of being straight, I decided. “I mean, I might be straight. I guess, possibly. My parents have always been really strict.” I tried to explain. My parents used to yell for hours if I was the slightest bit late, or if I had a girl over. If I had a guy over? The thought really had always bothered me. How do people figure it out if the don’t experiment, I asked myself. I was to scared to experiment.
“Well, look. You know the other guy from our English class, the quiet one with blue hair? His name is Ryan. He’s kinda in the same boat you are, so maybe you could hook up?” Lime offered. “Oh, by the way, Since Zahi never really introduced us, I’m Sage.”
“Sage?” I smiled, “does that make you more than a prophet or less?”
“Religious boy? I never would have guessed”
I smiled, of course not. “I have the lords prayer tattooed on my left shoulder.” Smiling I lifted my shirt and flung my hair over my right shoulder. “Hurt like hell.” I laughed as his fingertips brushed over the fine dark lines. “My mom almost had a heart attack when she saw it. Said I was a demon child for putting ink into my body and disgracing the lord like that. Never had more fun in my life.”