The pro and cons of life

A/N: Hello you....I'm back again (note the "gonna rule the world"-kind of laugh)....
and I'm actually wondering if there is somebody out there who would like to be my beta. Whinne got it quite right when she says I'm in need of one. So if one of you nice readers out there would be willing to help me out, I'd be very happy to give you friendship and chocolate. English isn't my native, so I can make very strange mistakes, therefore it should be a lot of fun....

review replys up here, but next chapter check out the end....

soooo:
Whinnie, you got my mail.....I'm also very sorry, to always call you Whinnie and just leave the Richards....so if it annoys you, please tell me
lunatic...hugs are always good, so I'm gonna keep the writing up....but if I give you chocolate for reading, do I get chocolate for writing, too. Cause I really want some chocolate right now, but we havn't got any...
Benny....I'm sorry I confused you....I guess I'm just into short chapters and cliffies....also, sometimes I think I should explain things better....since it's actually not confusing what happend at the end of chap1., I guess I have to blame myself....ehm...actually, harry just sta in the tree, wanted to get in through the window, doesn't quite manage and ends up taking Lars down with him. he practically falls into his arms....ohm...I'm soooo cliche.....sorry
janine: you're welcome.....it's all for you, but you have to write exellent exams, ok?

please note, that this chapter will contain drugs (well, sort of) and since I'm not expierenced in any way, please forgive me, if some of the facts do not fit to anything you know about it

Chapter 2:


"Help me" were Harrys words, befor he let himself fall forward, right into Lars' arms and both onto the carpet.

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"What the fuck are you doing", Lars hissed and brought his hands up to push Harry away, fingertips resting on his muscular torso for a moment, before he shoved the blond off.
Harry held his hands up in mock surrender, looking ridiculous while sitting on the floor.
"Calm down", he said and Lars shot him a venomous glance, wondering about the silent heat that was creeping up his cheeks. For a second he had felt Harrys entire body pressed into his and somehow the contact had sent a shiver up his spine.
"Have you got it?", Harry asked and Lars simply nodded, making his way over to his fathers desk.
He fumbled something out of his pocket and a little pin appearing in his hand he bend down to open one of the drawers with a silent click. Then it took him only a minute to find the right paper.
"Can you turn on the copymachine", he mumbled and Harry had his hand already on the door knob to make his way into the secretary's room where the machine was kept when he turned around and shot an exspectant glance towards Lars.
"What?", the teen spat out and Harry grinned.
"One could think you don't like being in a room with me", he teased.
"I don't", Lars answered and sat down on his dads chair impatiently.
"Well, school must have been hard for you then", Harry conitued.
"As a matter of fact it was", the darkhaired said, wondering why the fuck Harry wouldn't just go and get the bloody sheet copied.
But the blond only looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed, as if in thought.
"Do you remember the time", he began, "Do you remember the time when you, George and I went to steal the things at the bakery?"
Lars' head had shot up upon hearing his brothers name and his eyes went blank, his brain refusing to register what his ears were listening to.
"We got in at the backentrance, cause they always left the key in the keyhole on the other side and we only had to slide a newspaper under the door and let the key land on it when we pushed it out. Then we would pull the newspaper back out and the key would lie on it and we could unlock the door and get inside and eat all the nice things. And you wouldn't want to come with us, cause you wouldn't want to play with the older kids, but George was into my cousin sarah and..."
"No!"
With a loud thud Lars' fist landed on the desk, silencing Harry instantly, a faint smile still tracing his lips.
Lars looked angry, but wouldn't let himself go, instead just asked why Harry wouldn't go to turn on the machine.
"The door is locked", the blond answered and Lars stared at him blankly.
"And what are we gonna do now?", he asked and Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Guess we have to copy it down by hand", he said. "Has your Dad some paper?"
Lars nodded quickly and pulled some sheets out of the desk, together with a pen and pushed it towards Harry.
"No", the blond laughed. "I'm not gonna do it."
"Pardon me?"
' That idiot gotta be kidding '
"I'm not gonna do it", Harry repeated. "It's not part of the deal."
Lars sighed and extended his right hand, while pulling the paper back to himself with his left.
"Where's the stuff?!!"
"Paper first!"
"Give me the stuff or forget about your fucking exam. I don't care if you fail."
"No, you only care about killing yourself", Harry calmly replied, but Lars did not look taken aback in the slightest. It wasn't like he hadn't suspected all along. Harry knew what such an amount of morphium would do.
"What are you gonna be in the end?", he asked in a dreamy voice. "You gonna give me the stuff- you gonna suport sucide."
"How would I know it was meant to kill you?", Harry contered.
"How would anybody not know?"
Silence fell between them in which Harry finally pulled two bottles of clear liquid out of his bag. Lars eyed it with a smile and, unscrewing one of them, took a small sip.
Appearently happy, he took the pen and began copying the exam questions.
15 minutes later, when his hand was about to just drop the pen Harry sighed and pushed the sleepy looking boy off the chair, placing himself into it, continuing the writing while Lars giggled softly next to him.
To Harry the whole situation seemed so surreal. Having to actually write that stuff down pissed him off, but on the other hand he already noticed the information settling in his brain. Just that the drugfilled boy next to him wasn't much of a help. Somehow Lars lean body, so close that he could almost feel his bodyheat, made him feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. If there was anything certain right now, then that the younger boy was a distraction Harry could have lived without. He wasn't quite sure why he had searched the boys help when it came to the exams. Their relationship had been purley business since George's Death and that was more than two years ago. A few words they had exchanged and never more and Harry couldn't say that he cared for the blackhead in any way. Not as he had cared for George. But then Harry also knew that the idea of Lars' death had saddened him. It was not something he wanted to deal with. Another childhood friend gone. Eventhough said childhood friend didn't seem to rember the time spend together. Or didn't want to. Lars' outburst a minute ago was the way the boy had always reacted when his brother was mentioned. But since people had avoided the topic carefully and Harry not really spoken to the younger in ages, he met the anger unexspected. If not uncalled for.
Lars now was so different from what he was just half an hour ago. His eyelids were half closed, his eyes still focused, but not willing to see, a pink blush tainting his cheeks. Harry stared at him, taking in the simliarities, but more important, the differences between the Farris brothers and was only ripped out off his thoughts, when he heard nearing footsteps.
He quickly got up, dragging Lars along with him, the smaller boy suddenly back with the flood of adrenaline his body had realsed when being grabed by Harry's hand so forcefully. They quickly gathered the papers and upon looking around found no other hidingplace than the wardrobe Lars had stayed in this afternoon. With silent curses they stumbled over and jumped in, bodys flat againt oneanother and the door closing with an audible click, when the office was unlocked and entered by somebody.

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oh, guys I'm terribly sorry for writing such short chapters....I try and update it more often to keep you statisfied.
Again, I want to ask you to leave me a review, cause it would be devastating for me if I had lost any readers or not managed to get some new.
I'd be very obliged and where you get a hug for reading, you get a double hug for reviewing...and a triple for rating....