Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: People tell me I’m not so subtle.

Apparently I am quite subtle, because…



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I worship Family Force 5. Wanna get married? Sure. But I have 3 wives and 2 husbands already so if you’re willing to share that’s cool. ;D



Concubine positions are now OPEN.



To be totally honest with you kids, fanboys are more welcome than fangirls. In past experiences… well… ehhhhhh. You don’t wanna know.



MACHI IS A KOREAN WORD AND A JAPANESE WORD!?

No, it’s not. Read the symbols and meaning, Camui.

… OHOHOHOHOHO.



Long author’s note today because of this:

2,000 HITS CALLS FOR A FANART.

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Drawn by yours truly.

From me, to you guys.

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In this world, you don’t go to school to attend classes. You go to school to partake in crazy, random acts of violence.





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“Julian. You can’t hide that.”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”



“C’mon, you think that people can’t SEE that? It’s like a glowing neon sign that makes people stare.”



“It’s nothing like that.”



“I’m repulsed.”



“Just jealous that you can’t have it.~”



I stood proudly in the middle of the lunch room, hands on my hips, chest puffed out. Some people stared as they walked by, others averted their eyes as if they were ashamed to be looking. Even my best friend was a bit embarrassed for me.



Which was why he was trying to coax me off of the lunch table, where I was holding a bright neon pink sign with my number broadcasted on it, a “CUTE SURFER BOYS CALL THIS NUMBER” written in bold letters.



If you hadn’t guessed, I haven’t seen Jason in about a week. Not since that 6-minute dating fiasco. Was he avoiding me? Was he lying and disguised himself as a schoolboy and he’s really a creepy 40 year old pedophile that lives down the street from me and wanted to smell my hair? Did he realize that his handshake is indeed STRAIGHT!?



Oh my God I think I’m going to have an aneurysm.



“Julian, I’ve had your number for the past five years, can you just get down from that table?” Colby tugged at the bottom of my black swim shorts (hurrah for summer finally coming around), glancing up at me with a pained look. “People know I’m associated with you, I’ll never be taken seriously again.”



I huffed and got down from the table, tossing the sign into a nearby trash can. Some Freshman came by much like a rat scavenging for food and picked it up, hauling it away with him. I pretended not to notice.



“Colby, everyone has always known you’re my best friend, that’s why they take you seriously.” I brushed off my shorts and sighed, starting to pace in thought. “Why haven’t I seen him lately…?”



Colby shrugged. “He’s straight, I told you.”



I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Haha~ ha. Ha… ha…” My laugh died down and my shoulders slumped, a dark cloud hovering over me, a few droplets of rain forming.



“Julian!”



I lifted my head, eyes in a thin line as I was getting ready to yell at whoever was calling for me, but I paused.



There, in all of his sun-kissed glory, Jason was running towards me, a bright smile on his face.



“Jason!”



I ran towards him as well, and we stopped just short of each other and just sat there, staring. Colby cleared his throat, and I spoke as if he weren’t there.



“I was just looking for you!”



“I heard someone saying that you were in the commons, so I came. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, do you know how hard you are to find?”



In the back of my mind, a little voice went ‘how can you NOT find Julian!?’, but I shrugged it off easily and flourished my hands, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “Ah, well I’m a hard person to find.~”



“That’s ridiculous. You can ask anyone where Julian is.”



We ignored Colby and continued on.



“So what’s up?” Jason asked, his hazel eyes sparkling prettily.



“Nothing, I was just thinking about heading over to Subway to get some lunch~” Subway is a five minute walk outside of the front doors of the school.



“Mind if I tag along? I’m starving.” He asked, and how can I say no to that gorgeous face?



“Sure, you can come.” Maybe I can weasel him into buying my food.



And so we headed out the doors, completely forgetting about Colby, whom I didn’t notice sag his shoulders and walk a bit dejectedly to his class.



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Later that day, Colby and I met up at our usual spot by the library. Who knows why we meet there, we just do every day after school for a few seconds. We’re kinda like a married couple. Always checking on each other and stuff. Anyway. When I got there, Colby was leaning against the railing and looking down at the cafeteria, his mood seeming a bit dark.



I blinked. Hm, usually Colby is a serious guy but he’s almost always got a smile on his face…



“Hey,” I said, smiling warmly as I took my place next to my friend, taking in his expression. He seems a bit down…



“Hey.” His answer is short, and while usually he turns to glance at me (he knows it’s me, but he’s odd. He likes to look at me to make sure I’m really there), he just kept staring. This put me off a bit.



“How was your day?” I asked.



“Fine, after you ditched me to go to Subway with your new boyfriend.” He pulled his bag up onto his back and brushed past me, walking off towards the parking lot.



I stood, completely stunned. The last, and only time Colby has done that to me was when Jake was making his terror known. I scanned my mind; no, no one has made threats to me lately (except for Oompa Loompa, but that’s normal now)…



Now my mood sucked. Why is my best friend mad at me? He was the one who put together the speed-dating thing… I guess I should have taken him to Subway with us. But! But then I probably wouldn’t have convinced Jason to buy me food because Colby always buys me lunch whenever we go there.



I decided that after I ran around and did my daily thing I’d stop by Colby\'s house to see what was up. Usually he lets me know why he’s upset with me and we resolve our fights generally quick, but I don’t think he’s ever stayed mad at me of his own volition for more than three minutes. Usually anger turns to frustration, frustration turns to hysteria, then it turns to questioning, then epiphanies, then hugs that only best friends can give you.



It’s a vicious circle because usually he’s mad at me within the next five minutes. Can I help it if I’m so incredibly awesome?



Oho no. I can not.



A few hours later I hopped up onto Colby’s door step, pressing the heart that was in place for the button of the door bell. Really, how… weird. And kinda creepy. In all the years I’ve known Colby I’ve never gotten personal with his family; he usually shoves them away or locks me up in his room. I think I’ve exchanged maybe two words with the whole family, and that was as a whole “Thank you” for letting Colby be my friend.



Or something like that.



So when the door opened and a middle-aged lady in a frilly pink apron opened the door, I was a bit surprised. And blinded. Was that shade of pink even humanly possible? Ugh. She smiled brightly, her teeth perfect. I think though, that in order to be considered Colby’s family, you have to have perfect teeth. I’ve never had braces. I hear they’re a pain. My smile is perfectly beautiful without the metal.~



“Oh hello Julian!” She greeted, reaching out and taking my hand happily, tugging me inside. I made a surprised squeak of a noise as I was hauled in and directed to a squishy sofa, and I stared up at the woman as she started fawning.



“You’re looking healthy as ever.~ You’re eating all three meals right? Of course you are, you’re a growing boy! Your hair is lovely, have you died it recently? I was thinking about dying my hair again but I decided to let the poor head heal a bit from that horrible crash I was in. Colby is in his room, he came home and didn’t say much, he didn’t even have his after-school muffin! Blueberry is his favorite but they have to be purple on the inside, made with a little bit of the juice so that they’re dyed-,”



“Ma!”



The woman shut up and turned towards the dining room, where Colby was standing in the doorway looking like he’d just been run over by a train.



“Oh, Colby! Julian is here to see you, I was just about to go downstairs to tell you.~”



“Thanks, mom. C’mon Julian.”



I think the reason I’ve never said more than two words…



Is because no one ever lets me, around here.



I followed Colby downstairs to his bedroom, which I’ve only been in a few times. It’s a neat, orderly space, with a well-organized desk and a small television in the corner with his XBOX 360 and a DVD player. I sat down in the chair at his desk and swiveled in it while he made his bed, then sat on it.



“So… you mad at me?” I just decided to get to the point. If he’s mad at me, he’ll tell me, right?



“No.”



FUCKING LIAR.



“You are.” I said, pouting lightly. You can’t lie to me, fuckhead.



“… Mhhh…”



AHA. ‘Mhhh’ is Colby’s way of saying ‘yeah, something’s up, but I don’t want to tell you’.



“Just spill it.” I said, standing briefly to switch my position in the chair so I could lean my chest on the back of it; if I don’t have any support while leaning forward and listening to people I have a high risk of falling over.



Colby sighed. “Well… today when you ran off with Jason. That was kind of dick-ish.”



I blinked. “Er… yeah, but you’re the one that basically hooked us up.”



“I know, I know.” He seemed a bit frustrated. He tugged at his chestnut hair lightly with one hand, and flopped onto his side, closing his eyes. “I know.”



Biting my lip, I chewed thoughtfully for a few moments while I contemplated my best friend’s behavior. “Uh… if you want, you can buy me dinner tonight.~”



He groaned. “That’s not it. You’re spoiled. You don’t need two different people buying you food.”



“Of course I do!” I huffed.



His eyes looked up at me from the mattress that was so low to the ground, and he smirked a bit. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re my best friend.”



I grinned. “Because I make you look sane?”



“You make everyone look sane.”



“Except for your mom. She’s kind of creepy.”



Speak of the devil and She shall come.



The door of Colby’s room burst open and the scent of blueberry muffins attacked my senses, Colby’s mom standing proudly with a plate of steaming sweets.



“I thought you boys might be hungry.~”



“Ma!” Colby sat up and glared. “We could have been doing stuff!”



She blinked. God damn that apron is bright. “Stuff? Like what?”



“Like… uh… man stuff!”



I snorted, and then covered my mouth and coughed ‘sex’ under my breath. He didn’t miss it, but his mom did. She was completely oblivious.



“Well I’m sure your man time could use a sugar boost.” She admonished, placing the plate on the dresser and smiling obnoxiously brightly towards me, before leaving and shutting the door.



It only took me about .2563 seconds to jump onto that plate and take a muffin. Though my better judgment was telling me that Colby’s mom was secretly plumping me up so she could boil me and season me later, I just ate the muffin in my hand. God it’s delicious. And purple on the inside!



“Anyway,” I said, speaking around the chunk of food in my mouth. “What kind of stuff could we have been doing, eh ‘Bee?” I grinned devilishly, purposely sticking some of the food out of my mouth.



Colby laughed and shook his head, throwing a pillow at my face. “Certainly not the stuff that you’re thinking about.”



“Oh?” I put on my most innocent face. “But I was thinking about frolicking and feeding shiny red apples to unicorns!”



He stared. I stared back.



Then we both started laughing.



“Dude, you’re so retarded.”



I know I am. I nodded and took another bite of the delicious muffin in my hand, leaning back some and using one hand to keep myself upright on the chair.



“Hm… so are you jealous or something?” I asked, staring up at his ceiling. He always has cool stuff up there, like glowy stars and black-light posters.



I didn’t bother to look, but I know he’s blushing. He always does when I insinuate him liking me in more than a platonic way. But hey, he’s straight right?



“Well… yeah. I mean, he nabbed my best friend right from under my nose for lunch.” I could hear the dejection in his voice, and for a moment, my heart sank.



He’s the only person that can invoke the emotion of guilt within me. I glanced down at him and swallowed the rest of the muffin I had, and bit my lip. He was staring at the blanket he was laying on, his head rested on his crooked elbow. His other hand was tracing patterns on the blankets, and he seemed to be focused on that; but his eyes. They weren’t bright and electric like they usually were. They were a bit dull, and looked -- …



They looked sad.



I don’t think I’ve ever, ever seen that emotion in my best friend’s eyes before. Sure, disappointment. Sympathy. Pity. But never sadness.



Sadness lingers, it spreads from your eyes to your lids, to your brows to your cheeks, and eventually puts your lips in a permanent frown. That’s how sadness works. And it was slowly working its way to marring Colby’s perfect face.



So I slid out of the chair and kneeled by the bed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Colby’s head. He jerked slightly and glanced up at me, his eyes a bit surprised, but still lacking luster. I smiled lightly and reached up to pet his hair tenderly, and spoke softly.



“You know… you have to tell me these things sometimes. You know how I am. I don’t care about what others think and generally do things for my own benefit.” I watched my fingers as they sifted through his hair. “But I care about what you think. So please,” my smile softened and I nodded again, “tell me these things.”



His eyes had started to drift close, the sadness being replaced by a warm comfort. With my last words he smiled lightly and nodded, opening one eye wider to look at me.



“You sound like you’re my girlfriend or something.”



I laughed and donned a fangirl face; “Ohoho! But I am!”



Chuckling, Colby pushed my hand away and shook his head. “No, no…”



“Can’t you see!? I LOVE YOU COLBY. WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME!?”



His chuckle started turning into a laugh.



“ARE MY CONSTANT SIGNS OF AFFECTION NOT ENOUGH?”



A snort.



“ARE MY SHRINES NOT COMPLETE, WITH THEIR HAIR COLLECTION AND OLD GUM WRAPPERS?!”



A burst of laughter.



“WHY COLBY, WHY!?!?”



He waved a hand, and soon I started laughing as well, my shrill voice dissipating into my normal one, as I leaned on the bed from my kneeling position and joined my friend in the laughing. How I can get my voice to be so fucking annoying, I have no idea. But at least it’s entertaining.



After a few moments of heaving and wiping tears from our eyes, I glanced up to see Colby’s oceanic orbs only a few inches from mine. I blushed a bit, and he did too, and I caught his teeth worrying his bottom lip lightly, like he did often when he thought. I think most people do it. But his way of doing it is especially endearing.



We were caught like that, just staring at each other, for a few moments. I don’t know who moved first, him or me, but I know that our lips connected for just one brief moment, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. It ended as soon as it happened though, and we both instantly covered up our momentary insanity.



“Dude! You’re such a fag!” Colby said, pulling back and laughing, like it didn’t mean a thing to him that we just shared a kiss.



That we just liplocked.



That our intimate flesh touched.



Wait, that just sounds a bit dirty…



Oh well. One can dream.



“Whatever! You’re the queer, you were totally into it.” I grinned and moved back up to the chair, our antics nothing new to me. Though it’s the first time we’ve kissed, we’ve been close to it before. Nothing really happens, though. A few insults, drop the fag-bomb every now and then, and then eventually we forget about it.



Well.



He forgets about it. I think about it endlessly. His lips are a bit chapped, he never uses the chapstick he keeps in his pocket. But they’re soft. Not in a girly way, in a… in a way that they’re not overly dry. But they’re chapped. I don’t know how that works.



As far as I know, Colby’s never had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, but whatever. Well, there was that one chick in the tenth grade but I never really considered her a girlfriend or anything like that… Colby liked her, she liked him, they sorta hooked up and then she ended up being a slut. Not a good first relationship, and that might be why Colby has abstained from them for so long.



I can understand, though. I never have a ‘serious’ relationship, whether I’m with a guy or a girl. I just can’t handle it. And let’s face it – no one can handle me. It’s all good. I have a best friend and lots of fuck toys at my disposal.



“Hey,” Colby suddenly said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced towards him, and he grinned. “I feel like doing something naughty.”



“… Something naughty?”



“And unforgivable.”



“Something naughty, unforgivable… something that will be ingrained into our minds forever, live or die?”



“Yeah.”



We both grinned at each other, and spoke at the same time.



“4-chan!”









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A/N: I have no idea what I just wrote. I don’t even know where I was going. Filler? Sure. Idk. I hate this chapter. But I’ll post it anyway.



Today at the grocery store an elderly couple was debating my gender.

Then when I started speaking Korean they were debating my ethnicity because I’m pre-dominantly caucasian, obviously.

I think I gave them both renal failure; they never got in the check-out line.



Despite that anecdote, I still hate this chapter with a fiery passion.



Today someone said “wow, 8 chapters? Nice!”

And I said “no, only 6 so far, I’m working on the next one.”

… It was then I decided that I should really, really stop taking drugs.



I don’t know what else to type.

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