Only the Heart Knows Why
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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16
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4,391
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26
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Pink Hair and Slow Day
One: Pink Hair and Slow Day
(Characters belong to me and Azathoia. Also, please read his story "Only the Heart Knows Why, Quax's Days"… Have a nice day.)
At first, it seems like such a regular, boring old day of school. Kaddar is skipping again, as usual. It doesn’t bug me as much as it had before. In fact, he had gotten me to skip a few times too, and let me tell you, it was the best feeling ever. It’s like, actual freedom. Add in the regular pack of cigarettes, and I’m in heaven. Well, having Kaddar there too is a nice bonus… I yawn sleepily as class starts, wishing that I had skipped too. Nothing ever happens anymore. All the obvious couples have paired up, the class clowns have shown all their tricks, all the typical stereotypes have been appointed (me being labeled as a “bad boy”, though I think I used to be considered “nerd”), and it was easy to tell who the alcoholics and druggies of tomorrow were. Though, that last part kind of makes me a bit uneasy. Kaddar loves to drink. It’s like his favorite thing to do, besides fucking me whenever he gets the chance. Those are some of the best times, though. Adults like to say that sex isn’t everything, but they do it too. More play, less talk; it’s just easier that way.
The teacher seems to be going on and on about something. I don’t even care to pay much attention to him anymore. He doesn’t even seem to be teaching anything, just going through the daily routine, like the rest of us. I swear this is the same lecture he gave yesterday. And the day before that. Not sure about the day before that day, because I was at the theatre with Kaddar. Mmm, nachos… Now I’m hungry…
“Excuse me, um, I’m new here.”
I glance over at the door like everyone else, wondering who decided to interrupt the old man. It looks like a pink-haired chick, but the voice was a bit more masculine than that. Oh, great. A guy dressed in drag, with pink hair… Not just any kind of girl clothes, either. It looks like that kind of stuff that preppy girls like to wear. Ew.
“Ah yes, the new student.” Old Man looks over his notes, then peers at the guy. “How do you say your name?”
“Quaxillion,” smiles New Guy. “Or Quax for short.”
Quacks, I think to myself. How appropriate… He probably is a quack.
“Er, right. Quacks. Well, go take a seat. I’ll be able to get you a text book tomorrow.”
“Alright, thank you.” He looks over the class momentarily, before walking through an aisle, and ends up sitting at the desk next to mine. When he scoots his desk over, I realize why he did it. I’m the only person in here with an empty seat next to them and he needs to see the textbook too. I automatically put the book between us, using it like an invisible wall. Just by looking at him, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s gay, but he doesn’t need to know that I am too. I really don’t want someone like him hitting on me.
He reads the pages as Old Man Grumble lectures. I don’t even pay attention as I write in my notebook. They’re not notes, though. I’m actually a decent poet… well, I like to think so. It’s a nice way of an escape when I’m not allowed the cylindrical drugs. Like, when I’m here. I glance up at the clock and frown. Could this class go any slower? It feels like the whole period has just passed, but it’s only been a half hour. Damn.
Movement beside me grabs my attention and I look over to Quacks. Looks like he decided to take a nap. Then I see his name written on his note paper. Ah, Quax. So I was wrong in the spelling, no big deal. It doesn’t even matter anyway. He’s just… so weird. Pink hair? I thought only girls did their hair pink. Drag? At school? How many guys actually do that? It almost seems like he’s just asking to get jumped.
… Actually, he probably is, that’d explain things. Maybe.
Finally the school bell rings. We all exit the room, some people still waking up. Including Quax. “Hey, wait up,” he puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turn my face to look at him, wondering what he wants. You better not start hitting on me…
“Do you know where my next class is? No one had time to give me a tour before.” He smiles so innocently as he shows me his schedule card.
I glance at the little piece of what I think is cardboard, and point him in the right direction of his business class, then I head on down to gym, my least favorite one of all. It’s not that I’m not fit, I actually am, it’s just… I hate gym. The sports are more than annoying, they’re hell in school. Whenever the coach decides we should play dodge ball, most of the competitive people play to kill. Seriously. I hate gym. Maybe I could just stay in the locker room… That won’t work, damn it. I sigh as I go to my little corner of the locker room, changing into my PE clothes. I don’t even look up at the other guys. I’m too mad. I hate gym. After the usual exercises, the coach grins as he announces our wonderful sport for the day, which isn’t even actually a sport. Laps around the track. Oh goody. Know what? I hate gym.
***
Lunch finally arrives, and I take my food over to my favorite table and sit down. I pay very little attention to Vale when she joins me. She’s one of Kaddar’s friends, but I don’t care for her. She likes to skip too, and loves attention. Her outfit today isn’t even allowed in school, but she probably just got here so not many people would have noticed yet. Especially if she came in with her jacket on.
“Aha, there you are, my little angel.” The nickname makes me frown, but I know who it is.
“Kaddar, don’t call me that.”
“Why not, Kanau?” He grins at me as he sits down, his own plate bumping mine. “You are the angel, compared to my devilish ways.”
“And ya keep corrupting him,” Vale chips in, laughing.
“Well someone has to,” Kaddar replies to her. He sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders. “You should have just come to my place today. My folks are always at work, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” I take a bite of my food, sausage pizza. It’s actually not that bad here. “But sometimes I just need a break from you.” I don’t really mean that, of course, and he knows.
“Well, fine then, I guess I need a break from you too,” and with that said, he starts eating. Vale just keeps laughing at us. How are they even friends anyway?
The minutes slowly tick by, and I vaguely listen to what Kaddar and Vale are talking about. I want the day to end. I could just skip the next few classes, but I’m looking forward to my next one. Creative Writing. I love that class. If I could just have one class a day, and have it be that one, then everything would be fine.
I turn my head to look over at the massive crowd of students eating their lunches. I swear someone is staring at me, but I can’t tell who, until my gaze falls on familiar pink hair, and the owner of that pink hair realizing he’s been caught, so he quickly looks away, pretending to be interested in what the people at his table are talking about. Damn him.
(Characters belong to me and Azathoia. Also, please read his story "Only the Heart Knows Why, Quax's Days"… Have a nice day.)
At first, it seems like such a regular, boring old day of school. Kaddar is skipping again, as usual. It doesn’t bug me as much as it had before. In fact, he had gotten me to skip a few times too, and let me tell you, it was the best feeling ever. It’s like, actual freedom. Add in the regular pack of cigarettes, and I’m in heaven. Well, having Kaddar there too is a nice bonus… I yawn sleepily as class starts, wishing that I had skipped too. Nothing ever happens anymore. All the obvious couples have paired up, the class clowns have shown all their tricks, all the typical stereotypes have been appointed (me being labeled as a “bad boy”, though I think I used to be considered “nerd”), and it was easy to tell who the alcoholics and druggies of tomorrow were. Though, that last part kind of makes me a bit uneasy. Kaddar loves to drink. It’s like his favorite thing to do, besides fucking me whenever he gets the chance. Those are some of the best times, though. Adults like to say that sex isn’t everything, but they do it too. More play, less talk; it’s just easier that way.
The teacher seems to be going on and on about something. I don’t even care to pay much attention to him anymore. He doesn’t even seem to be teaching anything, just going through the daily routine, like the rest of us. I swear this is the same lecture he gave yesterday. And the day before that. Not sure about the day before that day, because I was at the theatre with Kaddar. Mmm, nachos… Now I’m hungry…
“Excuse me, um, I’m new here.”
I glance over at the door like everyone else, wondering who decided to interrupt the old man. It looks like a pink-haired chick, but the voice was a bit more masculine than that. Oh, great. A guy dressed in drag, with pink hair… Not just any kind of girl clothes, either. It looks like that kind of stuff that preppy girls like to wear. Ew.
“Ah yes, the new student.” Old Man looks over his notes, then peers at the guy. “How do you say your name?”
“Quaxillion,” smiles New Guy. “Or Quax for short.”
Quacks, I think to myself. How appropriate… He probably is a quack.
“Er, right. Quacks. Well, go take a seat. I’ll be able to get you a text book tomorrow.”
“Alright, thank you.” He looks over the class momentarily, before walking through an aisle, and ends up sitting at the desk next to mine. When he scoots his desk over, I realize why he did it. I’m the only person in here with an empty seat next to them and he needs to see the textbook too. I automatically put the book between us, using it like an invisible wall. Just by looking at him, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s gay, but he doesn’t need to know that I am too. I really don’t want someone like him hitting on me.
He reads the pages as Old Man Grumble lectures. I don’t even pay attention as I write in my notebook. They’re not notes, though. I’m actually a decent poet… well, I like to think so. It’s a nice way of an escape when I’m not allowed the cylindrical drugs. Like, when I’m here. I glance up at the clock and frown. Could this class go any slower? It feels like the whole period has just passed, but it’s only been a half hour. Damn.
Movement beside me grabs my attention and I look over to Quacks. Looks like he decided to take a nap. Then I see his name written on his note paper. Ah, Quax. So I was wrong in the spelling, no big deal. It doesn’t even matter anyway. He’s just… so weird. Pink hair? I thought only girls did their hair pink. Drag? At school? How many guys actually do that? It almost seems like he’s just asking to get jumped.
… Actually, he probably is, that’d explain things. Maybe.
Finally the school bell rings. We all exit the room, some people still waking up. Including Quax. “Hey, wait up,” he puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turn my face to look at him, wondering what he wants. You better not start hitting on me…
“Do you know where my next class is? No one had time to give me a tour before.” He smiles so innocently as he shows me his schedule card.
I glance at the little piece of what I think is cardboard, and point him in the right direction of his business class, then I head on down to gym, my least favorite one of all. It’s not that I’m not fit, I actually am, it’s just… I hate gym. The sports are more than annoying, they’re hell in school. Whenever the coach decides we should play dodge ball, most of the competitive people play to kill. Seriously. I hate gym. Maybe I could just stay in the locker room… That won’t work, damn it. I sigh as I go to my little corner of the locker room, changing into my PE clothes. I don’t even look up at the other guys. I’m too mad. I hate gym. After the usual exercises, the coach grins as he announces our wonderful sport for the day, which isn’t even actually a sport. Laps around the track. Oh goody. Know what? I hate gym.
***
Lunch finally arrives, and I take my food over to my favorite table and sit down. I pay very little attention to Vale when she joins me. She’s one of Kaddar’s friends, but I don’t care for her. She likes to skip too, and loves attention. Her outfit today isn’t even allowed in school, but she probably just got here so not many people would have noticed yet. Especially if she came in with her jacket on.
“Aha, there you are, my little angel.” The nickname makes me frown, but I know who it is.
“Kaddar, don’t call me that.”
“Why not, Kanau?” He grins at me as he sits down, his own plate bumping mine. “You are the angel, compared to my devilish ways.”
“And ya keep corrupting him,” Vale chips in, laughing.
“Well someone has to,” Kaddar replies to her. He sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders. “You should have just come to my place today. My folks are always at work, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” I take a bite of my food, sausage pizza. It’s actually not that bad here. “But sometimes I just need a break from you.” I don’t really mean that, of course, and he knows.
“Well, fine then, I guess I need a break from you too,” and with that said, he starts eating. Vale just keeps laughing at us. How are they even friends anyway?
The minutes slowly tick by, and I vaguely listen to what Kaddar and Vale are talking about. I want the day to end. I could just skip the next few classes, but I’m looking forward to my next one. Creative Writing. I love that class. If I could just have one class a day, and have it be that one, then everything would be fine.
I turn my head to look over at the massive crowd of students eating their lunches. I swear someone is staring at me, but I can’t tell who, until my gaze falls on familiar pink hair, and the owner of that pink hair realizing he’s been caught, so he quickly looks away, pretending to be interested in what the people at his table are talking about. Damn him.