Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: Thank you for the reviews.

700+ hits? I think this calls for a fanart of Jules.

And, as much as I appreciate reviews, I don’t really take suggestions into account. Snotty? Maybe. But I like to keep my creative thought process as solitary and one-tracked as possible.



Even if this train has worse A.D.D. than a chimpanzee in a NASA laboratory.



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I guess things aren’t so bad. I stayed at Shaun’s for the majority of the night on Friday, we fucked on the couch, in his bed, in the kitchen, on the table, on the stairs, he was even kinky enough to put on one of his sister’s mini-skirts and high heels to please my fetish for cute boys in lingerie. For a kid who had only had one sex partner (me) he was pretty creative. I liked it.



Needless to say, he was a good friend.



I guess my perception of ‘friend’ is fucked up, eh? Haha.



That night I got home and walked in the front door, yelling a “I’m back” as I took off my shoes in the entry way and set my book bag on the steps right by the door. I yawned and shuffled into the living room – it was only 9 p.m., and I’m assuming my dad was in bed because mom was sitting alone watching some CNN program. Like always.



“Hey honey.” She says distractedly, while she eats a bowl of cereal. I love my mom, she’s an amazing woman. She can be rather flighty and ditzy though, but without those traits she just wouldn’t be who she is. She’s one of those ‘cool moms’, you know, the one that even if you’ve just met her for the first time you still have the urge to call her ‘mom’. I think that’s why I attached myself to her so quickly.



I flopped down on the couch and watched television for a moment, before turning to mom.



“How was your day?” I asked. Fridays and Saturdays are her days off, she either spends them cleaning or laying around doing nothing. The house was in the typical middle state of being clean and messy at the same time.



“Good. I’m tired though.” She shrugged a bit and smiled at me. “How was your day? Who were you with?”



I grinned and shrugged also, resting my feet on the coffee table so my knees are bent, my hands resting on them.



“A guy I met earlier this week at school.” She raised a brow. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry mom, he won’t fall in love with me.”



We’d both agreed that it was a purely sexual relationship with the benefits of being distant enough strangers that we could talk about our issues.



“That’s what you always say.” Mom laughs lightly and watches the TV again. “How was school?”



I bit my lip. I really didn’t want to talk about it… to be honest my parents have no idea how I act at school. To them I’m a normal kid (with a bit of a like for dressing like the opposite sex; they don’t mind) with a normal life with normal friends. They didn’t know that I was a tyrant, that I was a bit of a slut, and that today I got completely pwned by the entire school.



Bitches.



“It was ok. I don’t have any homework for the weekend so that’s cool.” I said, the thoughts running through my mind not showing through the least bit. Mom’s pretty good at telling when I’m lying, but when I leave out details, that’s not lying, right?



“That’s good baby. Will you hand me the remote?”



I acquiesced to her request, then excused myself to my bedroom. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and was delighted to see I had a text message.



New Message

From: Kohl-bee!



‘Working.’



Even one word was one word enough, and I smiled. At least he dignified me with a response. I quickly typed back on the keyboard side of my phone.



‘Ah. Wanna watch a movie or something?’ Send.



Staring at my computer for a moment, I just stood in the middle of my room. I was thinking about getting on Stickam and chatting with my Australian friends; they’d be starting to wake up right about now. Or maybe I could just browse the web, check myspace or something. But… ehhh. The computer chair looked so uncomfortable at that moment, and I just decided to go into the bathroom and take my medication.



You know, issues with sleeping.



I popped the pill and brushed my teeth, drinking a glass of water before rinsing my mouth. Rubbing my eyes, I started back towards my bed, stripping in the hallway. No one is ever even near this section of the house, I’m usually buck naked most of the time. Finally down to my boxers, which were a bit… dirty from my and Shaun’s excursions, I took those off as well and found some crimson sweatpants in a drawer.



Ah, relaxation. It was nice to sleep in my own bed, to not think about the stupid school and the assholes in it.



What nimwits.



No wonder they followed me so easily. Their opinion is swayed pretty easily.



…



…



Ohmygod. They’re swayed easily! I can regain my title if I just swindle them into thinking Jake is a bad influence!



Now… to pin bad stuff on Jake…



He’s a general douche bag, that’s for sure. But I need something solid. Knocking Shaun’s books out of his hands was probably just a random act of rebellious behavior because I piss him off so bad and it’s obvious that Shaun is the only person on the planet that talks to me anymore.



And then I could—



Ding.



Oh, a text!~



New Message

From: Kohl-bee!



‘Maybe on Sunday… Aren’t you still freaked about what happened at school?’



Oh Colby. You know my mood swings. I’m already plotting on getting my revenge!



I typed back.



‘Eh, I’m over it. I’ve got better things to do. :]’



Like return the favor to Jake.



Which is exactly what I’m going to do.



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Monday at school was much better than Friday; probably because I had a new outlook on things. I guess the prospect of owning the school student body didn’t even matter much to me anymore, I just wanted to kick Jake’s ass and prove to him that he can’t steal anything of mine. Colby had came over the day before, like he said he would, and we watched stupid dubbed foreign films like usual and laughed our asses off at the bad English dialogue. Things weren’t as normal as they used to be, but at least we were talking.



That morning I got to school really early. Like, the library wasn’t even open, early. Yes, the day of a spy starts before the birds if he wants to get his suspect. I’m wearing sunglasses even though the sun isn’t up – I think they’re helping me in my quest for justice or something.



I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can so I can~



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Ahem. I took a seat on a bench outside and pulled out a manga, acting as if I had nothing better to do. Teachers weren’t even here, I had no one to prove anything to. Oh well. As the hour passed students and teachers came filtering in from the parking lot, no one even so much as glancing at me.



Good, good. That means my disguise is impeccable! Putting my hair up under a beanie was an ingenious idea.



Eventually it was ten minutes before the bell, and the Great Jake himself strolled past my post. He didn’t even look twice at me. It was like I wasn’t even there! I was almost offended, then realized that no one probably recognized me with my hair hidden. Talk about being known for a specific quality. Like Sarah Jessica-Parker’s nose.



Jew.



Standing up casually and taking my time in putting my manga back in my book bag while I walked, I followed the new school King inside. People were smiling and talking to him, patting him on the back and offering him stupid things like a Mt. Dew or a Pop-Tart. I used to get that shit! Now the kids don’t even notice I exist.



I wonder if they even remember me, their wonderful, powerful leader that got toppled by an insubordinate.~



Jake sat at a table in the commons with a group of typically punk kids, their hair in various styles and colors, piercings in any visible piece of flesh, ripped t-shirts and jeans. Ew. Whatever happened to jeans and a t-shirt?



Well, obviously, a pair of scissors.



Duh, Julian.



I sat down at a nearby table, and listened in on them. They talked about the concerts they went to that weekend, what good movie was playing, and then finally my name surfaced.



“You sure did a number on that Julian kid. I never really liked him.”



“Yeah. He was such a fag! I actually flirted with him one day because I thought he was a girl. And he just laughed!”



“Good job man, you put that bitch in his place.”



I fumed behind my manga.



Bitch?



BITCH!?



I’ll take that name proudly, you ass-hat!



“Well, you know.” I could hear the attempt of being nonchalant in Jake’s voice. “It had to be done, someone had to do it. I don’t see why people listened to that kid anyway.”



“I dunno, he was pretty good at being persuasive…”



“Yeah, if you let him slob your knob!”



The table laughed, and I merely stared blankly at my page. ‘Slob your knob’? What the hell. These kids are stupid. Finally, I decided to take an action. It was risky, but I think I could do it.



“Hey,” I stood and made my way over, my pants were a bit on the baggier side and I was wearing a sweatshirt with RIOT! emblazoned on it. My hair was still up in the beanie and it looked like I hardly had any, and I had wire glasses perched on my nose. “I just wanted to say thanks, man.” I smiled at Jake, trying not to make it too bright. I have dimples. “That Julian was a real bitch, I couldn’t stand him.”



The table was silent for a moment, and for a split second I thought I was discovered. But when they all laughed and nodded and invited me to sit with them, I smiled in relief. Still trying to keep my dimples in check. They make me feel fat. Oh, and would be a dead giveaway; not many boys had dimples. I made sure to keep my voice a partial octave lower, seeming smooth and casual.



Yes, I’m in with the group. They invited me to lunch later that day, and I agreed as I headed off towards first period.



This is going to be easier than I thought.







Later that day at lunch, I could see my ‘usual’ group sitting at the table, cajoling each other and talking about whatever. Jared still has my Crisis Core copy. Maybe I should beat him up and just take all of his money. Or the game. Whichever he offers first. Most likely the game. But I could use a few extra bucks. For something.



I’m not used to buying my own food, so I just got a tea at the Deca store where I was comfortable, and then sat down. I don’t know what it is about the lunch line that makes me uneasy. Maybe it’s all the unhealthy food around. Maybe it’s the threat of so many (taller) kids being around. I dunno. I just know that I don’t like it and if I can help it, I usually get someone else to go get my food. I’ll even provide money sometimes.



Everyone was talking about their day so far, and I just stayed silent, absorbing the conversation. Apparently I seemed like the ‘shy and withdrawn’ type, so no one really prodded me for too many words. An opinion or two on a teacher or a class, but that was about it. I smiled and laughed at the appropriate parts, shook my head and frowned at the right moments, and it seemed that I was winning over Jake. Apparently he doesn’t like people that talk more than him. I quickly learned this and started to use it to my advantage. And yes, I was actually getting somewhere.



When I first proposed this ‘spy’ plan to Colby, he laughed and told me it wouldn’t work. Well look now Abercrombie boy, Jake is starting to LIKE me!



They haven’t even asked my name yet. If they do, I’ll just say it’s Justin. I don’t have any classes with these guys, they’re all at least a grade lower than me. I was shocked to find out that Jake was only a Junior.



After lunch we all parted ways, and I let down my hair and participated in P.E. Shaun was happy to see me, and I didn’t really mention anything about my secret spy operation. We’re just fuck-buddies. He doesn’t even care if I’m the leader of the school or not. He likes my sex. I like his sex. Unf unf.



When P.E. passed and school was nearing it’s end, in the hallways I noticed which direction Jake was heading. His last period was in the A wing, most likely History or something. I could make it up the stairs before he leaves his classroom and ‘accidentally’ bump into him.



Sure enough, that’s exactly what I did. We casually exchanged hello’s, then he invited me over to his house for a beer and a movie. You know, when he’s not trying to topple you over and pull the Earth out from under your feet, he’s a pretty cool kid. You know. When he’s not being an ass. I accepted his invitation and we walked to his house, which was about five minutes away, and when we walked in the door the dank smell of marijuana and beer hit my senses.



Oh God.



I tried not to wobble; I had done my share of marijuana, experimenting and stuff, but this was a lot of ganja. I mean. It was like a green haze. I was instantly in a happy mood and almost forgot about the whole reason I was over here. Jake led me into the basement where a few school mates were already seated, pipes in hand, one with a blunt, smoking casually and sipping a beer.



At least they weren’t party animals. I’d probably have a heart attack if I smoked weed and decided to jump around the room like a hyena on acid.



I wonder what that would look like… just watching a wild animal frolic on the Savanna chasing an invisible something or other.



… Hahahaha.



Seating myself down on the couch, I lifted a hand to adjust my beanie, secretly making sure that my hair was still tucked under the material. Good, it was still up. Someone I didn’t recognize offered the blunt to me, and although it was free Mary Jane, I politely refused it. The smoke in the air was enough for me. Doesn’t anyone open a window in this place? God.



“Shaun and I talked today,” Jake announced, picking up a water bong up from the coffee table and taking a pinch of the spread bud, stuffing it into the pipe. Not only was I interested in the fact that the bong was a cool mixture of blue and purple, Jake mentioned Shaun’s name.



Surely it couldn’t be the same one we know?



“Yeah?” The kid that offered me the blunt spoke up, as if in thought. He was blond and had dreads. They actually didn’t look too bad. “What did he say?”



Jake shrugged, picking up a lighter and putting the pipe into his mouth, inhaling as he hovered the flame on the bud for a few seconds, holding the smoke before blowing it out, speaking as he did so.



“He said we did a good job.”



The dread-lock kid nodded and just smoked on as if in deep concentration, and I merely arched a brow in confusion. Good job? On what? The other two boys in the room each had a beer in their hand; one had a regular Sherlock bong that was resting in his lap. Jake seemed to note my confusion, and filled me in.



“On getting rid of Julian.” He took another hit, and I almost choked on the beer that I had opened up. But I caught myself with the utmost grace, and nodded.



“Oh, right.” I paused, not sure if I should ask. Then again these guys seemed really, really high so I guess they wouldn’t be too suspicious. “You guys didn’t plan it…?”



Jake snorted. The guy with dreads chuckled lamely.



“No,” Jake said and popped open a beer, chugging half of it. “Shaun was behind it all. I don’t know why, he seems to have a special grudge against Julian. Personally I could care less about the guy, but he paid us good money to make sure that Julian doesn’t try to take over the school.” Jake shrugged, then glanced at me, raising a brow and looking at me thoughtfully.



Shit, did I blow it?



“ … You gonna drink that beer?”



OH.



Right.



“Yeah, this isn’t my favorite kind, it’s a bit of a different taste.” I made up the excuse; in all honesty I hate beer and would much rather have a fruity, girly drink, but like I could admit that. “I’m a Bud Light fan.” We were drinking Kokanee.



Jake smiled and nodded, flipping through the channels. “I know it, man. I like Guiness but the shit is expensive.” A cell phone went off, and Jake fumbled in his pocket before shushing us all and turning down the volume, answering the phone. “Yeah? – Hey. Yeah, it’s all good. – Uh… I think I saw him once. – Yeah? Thanks, man. All right. See you in a bit.” He snapped his phone shut. “Shaun’s on his way over to finish the payment.”



Everybody raised their beers, and I tried to, though my arms felt like lead weights.



Shaun was coming over?



No one paid attention to my sudden lack of motor skills. They probably just pegged me for a lightweight. Just as I was debating leaving, foot steps reached my hearing and soon the door to the basement room open, a blond head poking in.



“Shaun!” Jake smiled at my P.E. partner, my fuck-buddy, the only person who seemed to not care who the fuck I was.



He handed Jake the money, and shook his hand. “I can’t thank you enough for getting rid of Julian. He fell off of his pedestal hard.” The grin that was on his face wasn’t the usual carefree smile he sported around me.



It was downright evil.



Fuck my life.







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