Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: Did I say I was done? Nope. Don’t get your panties in a twist.~

Same warnings apply.



Some people wear glasses. Beth looks like a dude. ♥







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Okay, so here I am at home, minding my own business. I just want to take a nap; I love taking naps. I have a problem where I can’t sleep when it’s dark outside, the therapist said it has something to do with me being afraid of the dark and a traumatic past, but whatever. So anyway, I like to curl up in a ball in a pool of sunshine that hits my bed every day at four p.m., and get a little shut-eye.



But could I today? Of course not. Those stupid fucking neighbor kids just had to let their stupid fucking dog out and – gasp! – play with it. Ooooh, fuck no.



See, I love animals. But I dislike those little miniature dogs that are bred for nothing but inconvenience and the fact that they’re ‘OH SO CUUUTE’. The girls down the street, who are probably my age but go to another school, are the owners of this little black Pomeranian shit. Today, the dog magically got out of their crappily built fence and managed to get to the end of my driveway… and what, what? It’s barking? The only thing those stupid mutts can do well?



Of course.



At the foot of my driveway.



I groan, trying to ignore my own dogs which are going crazy. They’re barking because they know that little furry shit is out there, and that it’s barking, and that it’s stupid and they should really try harder to break out of the yard and just eat the damn thing.



My dogs are beastly, by the way.



But of course, the barking won’t stop. Not only is that little dog yapping, but my dogs are directly beneath me, in the garage. Not pleasant. I push myself out of bed and pull on some clothes (I like to sleep naked), and step into my slippers. On my way down the stairs, I rubbed my eyes tiredly, and cursed God. You just love fucking with me, don’t you? Oh yeah. You do. I know you do.



Eventually I made it to the garage, and without even second-guessing myself, I opened up the garage door and let my dogs shoot out of the confines of their cement chamber. Right to that little yappy dog, that let out the most awesome yelp I’ve ever heard a dog make as it ran away.



My dogs know better than to go further than the round part of the cul de sac, so they stopped and barked. After I called them back in and shut the garage firmly, I started down the street. I didn’t even know these girls’ names, just that they were too preppy, really annoying, and came into my store sometimes to flirt with all the other boys.



Their dog stood at the end of their driveway, barking at me as if it’s some sort of dragon protecting a lair.



“Shut up.” I mumbled, walking past the black furball, which did nothing but bark. It didn’t even try to bite my ankles. Hm… a new breed of ankle-biters? The kind that doesn’t? I should take this to the news. But alas, here I was in front of the door of the house, and I raised my fist to knock rather violently.



An older man answered, looking generally confused as to my appearance. Really, I don’t go outside too often unless it’s to my car to leave, or to the mailbox. Even then I make myself scarce. This neighborhood his fucking rich and snotty and I hate making myself visible, they all stare.



Okay, so I have a few enemies. And by a few, I mean the whole neighborhood hates me and my family, because to them we’re ‘low income’. Fuck you guys.



Anyway.



“May I help you?” The man asked, and for a moment I felt bad. He looked really, really confused and like a nice man.



But I’m pissed so I don’t care.



“Are your daughters around?”



He raised a brow, realizing that I am, in fact, a boy. “Well, yes… would you like to see them?”



No, I want to sit here and talk about them in the third person. “Yes, I’d like to talk to them about their dog.”



“Matey?”



What?



…



Oh, the dog.



“Er, sure. He’s been getting out and coming to my driveway, antagonizing my animals. I’m here to make sure that your daughters either keep a better eye on him, or to make sure that you guys don’t care if I call the pound and have the meatwagon come get him.” I smiled sweetly, and the man frowned.



“I don’t think that would be necessary…”



“Your dog,” I emphasized the word because obviously, this overgrown rat was not a dog, “is coming onto my property and disturbing my peace. Either get a better fence or I’m having it hauled away.” Another sweet smile and I waved, thanking him for his time, and then hopped off the porch.



The dog was still at the end of the driveway, barking.





That evening Colby stopped by. For what reason, I don’t know, but I was damn glad he did. I needed someone to vent to, and he was the only one that could understand. And he listened, for the most part, but it was when he opened his mouth to suggest something, that I wish I’d have gagged him first.



“Well you know, that dog is really little. They probably didn’t know it could slip under the fence.”



I glared. “Well maybe they should have taken precautions so that it wouldn’t ever happen! We have crates and cement blocks where there’s gaping holes under our fence so our dogs don’t get through.”



“You can’t really be that angry about it, Jules.” Colby sighed and reclined on my bed, lacing his fingers behind his head.



I huffed. “Of course I am!”



Blue eyes rolled, and I knew what Colby was thinking.



‘Someone really needs to kick your ass in gear.’



‘You’re not really all that high and mighty.’



‘One of these days someone more arrogant than you is going to topple you over.’



Of course I didn’t believe him.



But I always learn too late, right?



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The next morning, I was impossibly late for school. I mean, usually I didn’t care, but since I didn’t want to flunk History and I knew there was a test today, I was pissed. Why was everything against me?, I thought as I entered the building and didn’t even bother to check in with the secretary to excuse my tardiness. Mr. Stinson tended to understand when I was running late, he knew I had a personal vendetta against the world.



I turned around the corner of the C wing to head up to the B wing, when I bumped into something and was knocked backwards. I landed on my ass and cursed, the weight of my book bag making me fall harder since I didn’t weigh that much in the first place.



“Watch where you’re going, queer.”



The other had spoken before I even could register the fact that I’d been knocked down by someone. I didn’t even have time to curse at him, first. My eyes raised and I looked at a guy I’ve never seen before, who was glaring down at me and rubbing his chest – my forehead must have connected with it or something.



“Fuck you,” I said, standing up and brushing off my rear. School floors were icky.



The guy raised a brow and shoved past me, knocking my shoulder back and almost upsetting my balance again. As I said, I’m pretty small, if anyone really cared enough to try, they could just blow on me and I’d fall over.



But… who the hell was that guy? I’ve never been treated so coldly; it was a shock to not be gawked at and worshipped. I turned around and glared hotly at his back – I couldn’t even think of anything to say. Ohhh no. The great Julian Nielson has been stumped by a stranger?



Fuck this.



I finally made it to first period, in a worse mood than before. Ugh, the nerve of that guy! He probably doesn’t even know who I am. What a cunt.



Mr. Stinson wasn’t surprised at my lateness; in fact it seemed like he was prepared for it, because once I came in and slouched into my seat he came by and dropped the quiz on my desk, giving me a ‘I would tell you to stop being late but it’s useless’ look before returning to the front of the room and reading something out of that book that like, never left his hands.



It didn’t take me long to finish the quiz; History was pretty much my best subject, since I loved learning about the past and whatnot. Especially since we were learning about the Middle East and the three main religions that branched off there. Diversity is something that has always intrigued me, as well as religion – though I’m agnostic, I just like to learn about this stuff. It’s amazing what people will believe as long as it makes themselves feel better about their sins, or whatever.



Gasp.



Julian is more than just an angry pretty face?



Fuck you.



The bell rang and I turned in my quiz, grabbing my book bag and heading out of the class room. TAP was next and I could tell Colby about that asshole that I literally bumped into earlier. I mean, where does that guy come off?



Pretty much when I sat down and opened my mouth, Colby spoke before me.



Bastard.



“There’s a new kid in school,” he said, which instantly got my interest and made me forget about his rude interruption. “I saw him this morning. He looks like someone to be reckoned with.”



I pursed my lips and rested my cheek in my palm. “I think I ran into him this morning. Some kid I didn’t recognize knocked me over and talked down to me. Hello? Not cool.”



Colby rolled his eyes. Doesn’t he see my greatness?! Does he not understand my woes? What a horrible best friend.



He seemd to ignore what I said. “I talked to him for a little bit. His name is Jake. Other than the fact he almost punched me in the nose when I commented his My Chemical Romance pin, he seemed like a nice kid.”



… Colby’s perception of ‘nice’ is seriously fucked up.



TAP passed uninterestingly, Mr. Lalonde giving his usual speech. I swear, all I heard was “rabble rabble ork ork fat rabble blaaarrrgggh”.



Colby and I parted ways, and I got into P.E. without a hitch. Hm… Shaun wasn’t around. Maybe he was sore from yesterday. I smirked to myself as I moved into the locker room to change; today we were playing baseball, and I was on the school team so I may as well play, right? Get some out-of-season practice in.



I pulled my shirt up and over my head and then worked on my locker combination, opening the steel door and folding my clothes up, pulling out my gym clothes. They weren’t dirty, they didn’t even smell – I took them home every other day for a wash. I stretched my arms over my head and then started to lift my hair up so I could tie it back in a ponytail, and then felt something hit my abdomen. I glanced down and saw a penny, stared at it for a moment, then raised my eyes to the direction it came from.



There stood that kid from this morning, the one that toppled me over. He was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest, and who the fuck did he think he was, eh!? He wasn’t even muscular. He was like… scrawny. Tall and gangly. Gross.



“…” I raised a brow at him, my tongue fumbling with my lipring for a moment. It was a silent question of ‘what the fuck do you want?’.



“That’s for this morning.”



Everyone was staring at us.



The guy was five feet away from me… just move a bit closer, asshole, so I can slap that smirk off of your face.



“This morning?” I repeated dully, finishing tying back my hair and grabbing my shirt, pulling it over my head. Another penny hit my torso, and I huffed and glared.



“Yeah. I figured that’s about how much you cost.”



The mother fucker turned around and left.



My face was heating up, and I knew my ears were even red from the blush I was sporting. Not only was I embarrassed (everyone snickered and turned back to what they were doing), but I was downright pissed. Who the fuck does that!? Let alone to me. To be honest, all my high school life I’d never been mistreated, not by a single person. And if I was, it didn’t last long because I usually made them think better of it.



But this kid… he had a death wish.



I slammed my locker hard enough that the ones around it rattled, a few of the locks popping open. No one said a word to me for the rest of the day.



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The next day, I figured I would get revenge. That fucking cunt Jake would never know what’s coming to him. Well… he probably knew what. But he didn’t know when. Most people waited a bit to react, to get their payback. I’m a fast learner.



He walked by my lunch table, apparently not noticing I was there. I picked a nickel out of my pocket and held it between my middle finger and thumb, aiming with my elbow; I snapped my fingers and the nickel hit the back of Jake’s head, and he turned around with a fierce glare.



What an angry emo kid.



“The fuck?”



I stood up, and the lunch room went silent.



“Oh, Jake!” I smiled sweetly and took a few steps in his direction, staying a fair distance away. I don’t know why, but this kid got under my skin instantly. I’d never reacted like this, so publicly, before. People were scared. I don’t blame them.



“What the hell, fag.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and I merely placed my delicate hands on my hips.



“I was just paying you back for your clever joke yesterday.” I smiled. “Thank you for putting your… two cents in.”



I’m fucking brilliant. A few people that knew of what we were talking about snickered. They were silenced immediately when Jake glared in their direction.



Oooh, so Mr. Homophobe has a rep too?



“Anything for the Queen.” He shot back, his handsome face contorted in a sneer. What a douche bag.



I smiled even brighter and moved forward, gesturing to the lunch room. “And perhaps to initiate your welcome into this school… you could bow for your Queen?” I asked as if the lunch room were my loyal court; a few people cheered, but the majority stayed quiet.



“You should get on your knees, Your Highness.” He made a wanking motion with his left hand. “Suck my balls.”



A few boo’s and jeers left the crowd, and I acted insulted, flailing dramatically and flipping my ponytail over my shoulder.



“If that’s an invitation, then drop your drawers honey.”



Jake wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Like I’d want your lips around my dick; it’d be like touching every other guy in this school’s penis!”



Ah shit, he heard that I’m a slut? Fuck that. You can’t use that against me. That’s a cheap card. I know nothing about you, bastard!



“You think you’re so cool?” I asked, taking a few more steps toward Jake, my combat boots barely making a noise on the linoleum. “You think you can just come into this school and take over like I don’t exist?”



Jake looked around in contemplation, then scratched his chin. Then, he looked back at me and smiled. “Uh… yeah.”



Oh hell no. No one threatens my rule over this school. No one! Even if my rule is silent and from the shadows and I don’t actively participate in it, nobody threatens anything of mine.



I didn’t even dignify him with a response. I lurched my body forward and swung with my left fist, connecting my knuckles with his jaw, a sickening crack resounding throughout the silent cafeteria. A few people gasped. More stared. Jake straightened himself, a bit dazed, his lip split and bleeding. He touched the blood and stared at it for a moment, before he returned the assault.



His fist came forward, but I turned my cheek to the side to absorb the impact. I’d been in my fair share of fights to know how to take a hit. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to knee him in the gut; my height was a horrible disadvantage, and he soon realized this and used it against me as he took me down to the floor, my skull hitting the hard tiles and my vision blackening slightly. A grunt left my lips and I locked my legs around his waist, pushing up with my lower half to roll us over and pin him to the floor, sitting up and taking another swing at his face. He barely managed to block with his forearm, and he wrapped his much longer arms around my torso and pulled me down to his chest tightly in a bear hug, squeezing the air out of my lungs and making me wheeze for breath.



“Fuck…” I gasped, and I heard him snicker as he rolled us over again and sent his elbow into my gut. I felt like I was going to throw up, like my abs had shot up into my ribcage. Maybe something’s broken. And if there was something broken, at that moment I knew it wasn’t any bone of mine.



My pride was starting to hurt real, real bad.



As I lay pinned to the floor, coughing up blood and gasping for air, I heard people moving around us. All I could see were Jake’s brown eyes as he glared down at me, and for a split second, I thought I saw a slight hint of worry.



I did the only thing I could do at the moment.



I blacked out.







I’m not quite sure how long I was out of it, but when I woke up, I was in the hospital with an IV in my arm and an oxygen mask over my face. My vision was a bit blurry, and my hearing was fuzzy, but I could hear voices in the room. Am I… in a hospital? I opened my eyes a bit wider and glanced around, trying not to move my head. It felt like I was cemented to the stupid bed.



I recognized Colby’s voice. He sounded distressed. I heard Jake’s voice, and I felt a knot tie itself in my stomach. That bastard. Fucking putting me in a hospital. Where does he come off?!



Colby appeared in my line of sight and he bit his lip, smiling lightly. “Hey…”



I merely groaned in response.



“The doc says you’re going to be okay. How come you didn’t tell me that you had lung problems, man?”



Lung problems didn’t put me in here, it was that bastard! I tried to stab Jake in the eye with my mind daggers but it wasn’t working. I don’t even think I was really glaring, just glancing vehemently in his direction.



But I gotta admit, I kept my lung problems a secret. I can’t have people know I’m weak, that’s retarded. I’m invincible.



“You’re not invincible, Julian.”



Stop reading my fucking mind! God damn it, Colby.



I grunted, and my best friend rolled his eyes. I know he knew what I was thinking. He always does.



“You really need to get off that pedestal of yours and start acting like a human being.”



I’m a human being! I’m against killing baby seals!



“Just because you think your pride is in danger doesn’t mean you can pick random fights and call yourself God.”



I never called myself God. A demi-god, yes, but God? Pffft.



“I don’t know what happened to you, Jules.”



I’m in a fucking hospital. What do you think happened?



“You used to be so different.”



Yeah, as in not in a hospital. I was enjoying stealing Greg’s tater tots. But no. The OTHER bastard in the room decided to punch the life out of me.



But deep inside, I knew that Colby was right. I suppose I wasn’t always this angry, and so bent on dominating the school. I think it all changed when I became a Senior. I suddenly had a following. I may or may not have let it go to my head.



… Don’t judge me.



“It’s your fault you’re in here, you know.”



God Damn it Colby, shut the fuck up.



“If you wouldn’t let your ego control you, you would still be at school. You’d still be captain of the baseball team!”



My ego has nothing to do with the baseball team. They’re just jealous that I’m better than they are.



Jake moved into my vision, and I really, really wished I could speak at that moment. He looked… sorry. And I didn’t like that. You’re supposed to be my sworn enemy! My arch-nemesis! Quit pulling the sad-puppy routine and just face the truth.



“You guys haven’t even known each other more than a day and you’re already at each other’s throats.” Ah , Colby. Always the voice of reason. He was right. Jake looked apologetic. I wanted to slit his throat.



“I’m sorry, Julian.”



I never introduced myself to you, don’t say my name so casually.



“Colby’s right.”



Oh, all of a sudden you’re so righteous? Suck my cock!



“Can you forgive me?”



No. But if you have sex with me I’ll tolerate you.



Despite my inner dialogue, I nodded my head ‘yes’. Gah, why am I such a pushover! Damn you Colby, my straight best friend that I would totally do if you were gay! I reached a weak hand up and pulled the oxygen mask away from my mouth so I could get a few words out.



“Let me fucking sleep.”



Colby sighed and nodded, the two of them leaving me alone with my thoughts. I’ll fucking kill Jake With a spoon. I could eat his eyeballs for breakfast.



PREPARE TO DIE A STABBITY DEATH!







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A/N: Roflroflrofl.



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