"Here's your schedule, and welcome to Crestwood,"
"Thanks," Justin replied to the emotionless voice of the secretary.
The lady umphed and went right back to the paperwork that she'd already completed.
Justin sighed and opened the door to head to his locker. It looked like this year was going to be fun.
Brian hurried to his locker, already twenty minutes late. He had missed the bus, so he had had to take the public transportation one. The nastier, apple peeling goo stuck to the seat bus, to get to his own personal hell (read : school), if he wanted to be remotely on time.
Brian quickly spun his lock and opened up his locker door, depositing all of his books except for his English IV, and Sociology.
Maybe I'll just skip this class...not like anyone would miss me. Brian mused, leaning against the locker to the right of his. Class is almost half over any-
"'Scuse me,"
Brian jumped and his books and notebooks fell in a clutter on the ground. He looked up, readying himself to get verbally assaulted when he saw the face of God.
Justin had been walking to his locker when he saw a dark haired guy leaning against what was probably his. He was wearing a red short sleeved shirt with 'Hendrix' across it. It had Jimi Hendrix on the front of it, with a swirl background. Adorning his legs was a pair of huge black pants that, although secured around his hips with an incognito black belt, the legs were very loose around his thighs. They had one pocket on each side of the pants, and the pants went up to about his knees, zip off pants, and red vinyl straps hung from the bottom of his deep back pockets across the backs of his legs to settle on the ends of his pants. His shoes were Volatile, black with red shoelaces and red vinyl markings on the side; they were also elevated an inch or so. He'd caught the deep thinking look on his face and carefully walked up.
"'Scuse me,"
He jumped and his books went flying.
Brian felt his face heating up, looking into the deep blues of the blonde.
Justin raised an eyebrow. "Need some help?"
Brian jerked himself awake and felt his face flush even redder.
"S-sorry," He stuttered and bent down to retrieve his books. He closed his eyes when he felt the other man drop his backpack and lean over him, bending down. Great, another sadist. He thought, sighing inwardly, already NOT looking forward to another asshole. He was shocked when he saw him picking up his dropped books.
Justin held the books out and Brian took them.
"Thanks," He said, somewhat breathlessly at the obvious niceness.
"No problem, Hazel," He said and started deciphering the lock combination.
"Hazel?"
"Your eyes,"
"Oh," He said, somehow at a loss for words.
Justin took in the flustered man and actually looked at him. He'd at once noticed the hazel eyes when they'd locked on his. They were beautiful, and his hands were itching to draw them. He was a brunette, but that sounded so blasé to describe the light reds and different shades of sienna slicing through his mane.
Justin put away his new books, but kept his English IV, sketchpad for leisure drawing, and his Sociology book.
Justin looked up to see him still staring at him.
"Your new?" Pointless question, you idiot. Brian berated himself.
"Yeah. Justin Taylor. You?"
"Brian Kinney," He said, trying to appear uninterested. Justin Tay-
"Justin Taylor? The basketball player?" He asked, startled. No way was this the new kid everyone was talking about. For days, all anyone could talk about was the new kid that was coming here from Punxsutawney, a fabulous basketball player that was going to turn their for shit team around. He had been considerably less excited. He figured this was another homophobic jock to pick on him and taunt him and call him names and-
All at once he realized that Justin had been talking to him.
"What?"
"I asked what do you have right now? I wanted to know if you would mind showing me where all my classes are," He waved his paper schedule.
"Sure," He forced out.
Justin flashed him a smile that nearly blinded him. Sunshine.
"Here," He handed Brian the piece of paper as Brian started walking and Justin followed.
"English IV, Basketball practice, Sociology, Italian IV, Art IV, and Calculus," He read from the list, "Calculus?"
Justin sighed, "My mother insisted. I didn't want to, but she kept bitching so I finally caved in."
Brian nodded. "Italian?" He questioned. "Yeah, after that I wanna learn French."
"I'm taking French III,"
Justin smiled in response as they stopped in front of the art room.
"Art room. Where I have been banned from with my inept ability to create total trash,"
Justin laughed and Brian relished in the sound.
"On to basketball we go,"
Brian slowly walked and stopped in front of the English room. He had been as slow as possible, showing Justin all around the school, but fifteen minutes were still left in class. He'd wanted to spend some time with the blonde. They both had English, Sociology, and Calculus together, but that was it. As they had walked, Brian had tried to keep up a conversation, but he kept running out of things to say. Thankfully the blonde was talking about his friend Daphne and what life at his old school had been like. Brian tried to keep his depression down as he talked about his best friend Daphne. Of course he was straight. It sounded like he loved her. Great, another hot, straight guy. At least he's nice. Brian was amazed at that. The only guy in school who was actually nice to him. He didn't even appear fazed by how he dressed. He was happy that they had three classes together. That would give them some time together, maybe even become friends. He longed for a friend, but he kept up his aloofness that he didn't need anybody to keep him company. Hopefully, this blonde would be his friend. And at lunch--his good thoughts ended. Of course Justin would sit with the other jocks. It would just be natural. Don't sit with the freak. Brian forced a smile upon his face.
"Now, the fabulous world of English." He announced and noticed the look of disgust on the blonde's face.
"You know...class is almost over. Want to get a smoke?" He asked. He saw the look of surprise.
"I mean...unless you don't smoke. We could just go talk. Unless you want to go in there, that's fine." He rushed out. He didn't want to insinuate himself, but he was hoping that they could become friends.
"No, I do. I just didn't imagine the big shot basketball player smoked," Justin rolled his eyes and draped an arm casually around his shoulders, leading him toward the back door, where the students cars were parked.
"Get used to it kid," He drawled and opened up the door.
"You have P.E.? That sucks," Justin inhaled the smoke and reveled in the almost insignificant burn it always caused him in his throat.
"Yeah. I would take Art but...you know, after the painting disaster," Brian said, grinning.
"Shit, you really painted a picture of George Bush's head with Jennifer Aniston's body?"
"Yep," Brian responded, grinning. "They said do an 'imaginative body portrait with clothes on the body'. They didn't say it had to be the same sex body,"
"Gross!" He said and shoved Brian's shoulder gently.
Brian just grinned.
Brian and Justin walked back into the now crowded school. "See you in Sociology?" Justin questioned, slowly walking sideways toward the left. His face was still focused on Brian's.
"See you there,"
Justin fake saluted and Brian laughed. Justin quickly turned around and headed toward basketball practice. He didn't want the brunette to see the smile threatening to split apart his face.
Brian stopped outside the sociology doorway when he saw Justin coming toward him.
"Find your way around?"
"Yeah, you did a good job," Brian was blinded by his smile.
"Well, I guess we better go in," Justin sighed and nodded, already putting a fake smile on his face.
As they entered the room, they noticed they were the last two to enter.
"Nice to see you could join us, Brian," Mr. Jones said.
Brian smirked and sat down in the back. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Mr. Jones sighed and shook his head. "Ahh, a new specimen." Justin felt his eyes widen and the class chuckled.
"What's your name?"
"Justin Taylor,"
The class made audible noise.
"The basketball phenomenon." He stated and grinned. "Good to have you with us,"
Justin nodded politely.
"Yes, good to have you with us," A girl stated in a sultry voice, a blonde in the back, three seats away from Brian with a shirt two sizes too small.
Justin cocked an eyebrow.
"Sandy," Mr. Jones warned. Sandy pouted. The teacher turned back to Justin. "Find a seat anywhere you want,"
Justin nodded slightly and went in the back, sitting next to Brian.
All the girls in the class followed the easy glide Justin's walk had, and they salivated.
"So, where are you from?"
"Are you staying here for the rest of the year?"
"Have a girlfriend?"
"I bet I'd make a better one,"
The last statement was agreed to by multiple females.
Justin chose not to answer but kept the smile on his face and simply shook his head at their antics.
Mr. Jones cleared his throat and the ladies looked back up at him.
"Now, you can have your turn to flirt at lunch, it's only forty minutes away. I'm sure you'll not spontaneous combust before than,"
Justin grinned and looked at Brian.
"This is going to be a fun lunch,"
Brian chuckled.
"Jesus, did you see the way Sandy was looking at you? I thought she'd rip off your clothes and fuck you right there,"
Justin shuddered. "No thanks,"
Brian looked at him closely. Justin felt his examination and turned his head to look at him. "What?"
"You don't think she's hot?"
Justin looked at him as if he was insane.
"Gross! That's fucking disgusting! Who would want to stick their dick in that," Justin shuddered.
"What's the matter with her? Too slutty?"
"Wrong sex," He answered, offhandedly.
"So where's this lunch room?" Justin looked over and saw Brian looking at him wide-eyed.
"You know if this is a regular occurrence, you staring at me like I fucked your mom, I suggest deep psychological therapy."
"Huh? Eww!"
Justin laughed and saw where everyone was entering.
"Ahhh, the joys of high school lunching. Let's go,"
"Wait,"
Justin turned to look at his new friend. "What is it?" His brow crinkled.
Brian lowered his voice to a near whisper. "What you said back there...about Sandy being the wrong sex...you mean your gay?"
Justin lowered his voice and mocked him. "Well, yes! Would you want to stick your dick in that?"
"No," Justin asked him so casually, that the question didn't seep into his mind until Justin was dragging him inside the lunchroom.
"How did you know I was gay?" Brian whispered as they sat across from each other at a vacant lunch table.
"There's this thing called gaydar. I don't think yours has been finely tuned yet. Strange, your not bad looking, I'd have thought you'd have been with someone by now and had them shown you all the ropes and shit," Justin shrugged nonchalantly and stared, grimacing at what appeared to be a hunk of tannish white noodles in a reddish brown sauce so thin, the noodles were floating.
"I don't see whether I've been with someone or not is any of your damn business," Brian's voice was cold. He was used to protecting himself with harsh words.
Justin held out his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just...shit, my mouth gets the best of me sometimes...I'm sorry," Justin brushed his hand with Brian's and looked at him remorsefully.
"Apology accepted." Justin grinned. "It better be because I don't dole out apologies freely." Justin smiled to take the sting out of his words.
"So what are you doing here?" Brian spoke carefully.
"Well my mom and dad wanted a baby--"
Brian laughed. "No, I mean...here. At this table."
Justin's eyebrows furrowed. "What, do you want to sit somewhere else?"
"No, I just...aren't you supposed to sit with the jocks?" He rushed out the last part. He saw the hurt in the blonde's eyes and wished immediately that he hadn't said anything at all.
"If you didn't want me to sit with you, why didn't you just say something?" He demanded, angrily. He moved to stand up but the brunette reached out and held onto his forearms.
"No! I mean...you're a jock...jocks aren't supposed to sit with freaks." Brian turned his eyes away so Justin didn't have to see the slight pain in them he always felt.
Justin's eyes softened and he gently rubbed his hand. "Your not a freak." He removed his hand and Brian fought the urge to tell him to keep it there. "And if I want to sit with my friend who happens to wear black...fuck what other people think. Plus, I don't consider myself a jock. Just...artistic," Justin grinned and Brian smiled.
"Hey, Justin," Brian and Justin looked up to what could only be described as a big fat JOCK.
"Hey Josh," JOCK which now inhibited the name Josh, looked at Brian with disgust evident.
"Why don't you come sit with us. The rest of the boys want you to, too. We don't see how you could have ended up sitting with Freak here." Josh glanced at Brian and looked back at Justin.
Brian smirked and looked down at the table, prepared to eat alone.
Justin gave him his fakest smile. "I'm sitting with Brian here," Justin stressed his name. "because I can."
Josh's eyes widened. "But...why?"
"Because I want to. And because he's my new friend."
Josh shook his head. "Whatever man," He preceded to leave the table and fill in the rest of the jocks at their table what had happened.
Justin rolled his eyes and took a drink from his milk. Without looking over at Brian, he said, "You can quit staring at me now,"
Brian just shook his head, awed but happy that he decided to sit next to him instead of going to sit with 'the guys'.
"Get used to it, kid," Justin repeated the words he'd said to him only a couple classes earlier.
"Want a ride?" Justin asked as they were walking out towards the student parking lot after their last class.
"Sure,"
Justin looked over at him. "I must warn you, though, I drive a van,"
Brian looked at him and burst out laughing. "That is so not the car I imagined you driving."
Justin grinned. "I love it, even if it's not that pretty. He's my baby."
"'He'?"
"You didn't think I'd be riding a she around town, did you?" He grinned, making it sound very sexual.
Brian laughed as they stopped in front of the blonde's white Volkswagen Van.
"It's...nice,"
Justin laughed and clicked the automatic door opener.
Brian's eyes practically bugged out of their head. "I didn't know they made electric door openers back in the '80s." Justin pretended outrage. "Shut up!"
Brian grinned and opened the door, hopping in. Justin got in the drivers seat and started up the van.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to do something right now, but I've got to get home. Maybe later on? I'll call you," They'd already exchanged phone numbers.
"Alright, cool," Brian replied and settled into his seat. They were white bus seats, but they were actually very comfortable. The steering wheel hadn't been changed, still looked like a bus' wheel. The area for his feet to move around was big, he could actually sit down without being in fear of his legs being smushed.
"I like it," He said, sincerely.
Justin smiled at him as Brian gave his address.
"Here we are," Justin said and looked at Brian. "Home sweet home," Brian replied sarcastically.
"Thanks for the ride,"
Justin smiled. "Anytime."
"Call me later?" Brian tried to act like he didn't give a shit whether he saw him again or not, but somehow he knew the blonde saw through him.
Justin smiled knowingly. "Of course," He gave him his sunshine smile. "Later,"
"Later,"
Justin waited until he saw him enter his house, and he started off on his trek home.
Justin closed the door softly, and tiptoed up the stairs, hoping and praying his father was asleep so he could get his homework done.
"Sonny boy!" Justin heard, bellowed from his drunk father.
The blonde closed his eyes, preparing himself for another beating from Jack Taylor.
Shirt is here.
Pants are here. I had a hard time looking at them because they were black and I couldn't see anything except for a black blob, so I saved the picture, put it up on 'paint', and inverted the colors. The colors are screwed, but you can see the different 'features' on them.
Shoes are here. I have a pair like this, except their all black. I am aware these are 'womens' shoes, but I don't give a shit. Brian looks hot in red [laughs].