Hello! This is my third fanfiction, second yaoi! Yaoi means boys wanting to/doing naughty things to other boys. If you don't like that, don't read. Well you don't want to hear me babbling so here's the story!!

Claimer: My characters, my original story. If you would like to borrow a character you can ask me and I'll let you (not that you'd want to borrow one of my characters)

Boarding school (until I can think of a better name for it)
By: Izzy

Ethan glowered as his parents escorted him to the office of the school. A boarding school. An all MALE boarding school. As they entered the drab office a man spun around in his rolly chair.
"Ah, you must be Ethan Green. Welcome to Montague Academy. My name is Mr.Palmer," he said in a nasally voice.
The man smiled sincerely, as if he's really happy to meet me. I'm just another tuition in his pocket. Damn my parents for wanting to send me here, Ethan thought.
"This school is strict. I'm very busy today so I can not discuss everything with you. You'll have to ask another student or your roommate."
"My what!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Your roommate," the man repeated.
"Could you tell us a little about this roommate?" Ethan's mother asked.
tsk, probably wants to make sure he's a geek so I won't get into trouble. Ethan glared.
"His name is Wesley Drake. He's very intelligent, straight A's. He hardly ever leaves campus. He's...a very intriguing person. Mr. Drake keeps to himself."
Ethan could just picture this Wesley person in his mind already. Short and scrawny. Buck teeth and thick glasses. Freckles and an annoying stutter.
Mr. Palmer's grating voice brought Ethan back from his thoughts."...Report to room 1B on the second floor to get a key to your room from the hall monitor. Your room is number 5B. Now I really must be getting back to work now. It was a pleasure meeting you." Palmer turned back to his work. Ethan and his parents left the office.
"Mom, dad, I think I can find my way on my own."
"But Ethan..."
"Darling, he's a big boy. He'll be okay. Let him be." Ethan's father interrupted.
She sighed," All right!" She embraced Ethan. "I love you, be good, and write to us!"
"Yes mother."
"Son make us proud."
"I'll try."
Ethan watched the departing forms of his parents until they disappeared. He sighed as he slung a couple bags on his shoulders and hefted his bulky suitcases. Grumbling, he lugged his belongings up the stairs.
The door to room 1B was open to reveal a desk with a bunch of papers on it, a rack with all the keys to all the rooms on the floor, and a brown haired woman typing on a computer. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Hello. My name's Lydia. What's yours?"
"Ethan Green."
"Ohhhh, you're in room 5B with Wesley, right? here's the key," she shoved a key in his face. "You probably already know that I'm the hall monitor for this floor. If you have any questions ask me! Do you dye your hair? It's a really awesome color! I wish my hair was like that! I'm babbling aren't I? Grrrr! I have to stop it! It's a bad habit of mine to babble pointlessly and...Ack! I'm doing it again!"
Ethan just laughed. He decided that he liked the older woman. She was a little strange, but funny. He stayed and talked to her a few minutes longer before heading to his room.
He unlocked the door and stepped in. He noted two things; no one was in the room and it was spotless! Everything was organized so neatly.
"Don't tell me I have a neat-freak for a roommate!" Ethan dropped his bags by the bed on the obviously unoccupied side of the room. He flopped on the bed then bolted upright when he heard a key in the door. Ethan braced himself for the worst and was shocked be what he saw...

Wesley opened the door to his room and immediately spotted the presence of someone else in his room.
"You must be Ethan." Wesley stated in pure monotone. Ethan had bright red hair and green eyes. No freckles. He was dressed casually in khakis and an olive green shirt. The only way Wesley could detect that Ethan was a rich snob was to look at his designer matched luggage set. Observing Ethan, Wesley could tell he didn't expect him the way he was either.

Ethan couldn't do anything but stare. Wesley was not what he expected, far from it. Wesley was tall, lean, but muscular. Unruly black hair hung over cold pale gray-blue eyes. Wesley moved almost panther-like as he walked to sit on the bed opposite Ethan's.
"Not what you pictured?" Wesley asked looking into Ethan's eyes.
"N-not exactly." Ethan silently berated himself for stuttering, but how could he not? Wesley's gaze seemed to pierce through him to his soul, seeing his darkest secrets and deepest desires.
Ethan didn't know what to do. Wesley was just sitting there staring at him, not saying anything.
"Um... I'm going to go look around." Ethan had to get out of the uncomfortable tension in the room. He pulled out a schedule and a map and decided to look for his classrooms. It was the weekend so he wouldn't be disturbing any classes. He located his first class on the map when he heard a thud. He looked down the hall to see two people making out heavily on a door. Two MALE people making out heavily on a door.
"Mmmmm...Trevor, we have to get in the room. What'll other people think if they see?"
Trevor turned his head and saw Ethan standing there gaping. "Well it seems that someone is thinking quite a bit now Gerome."
Gerome spotted the shocked redhead.
"Um... I'm really, really sorry for um interrupting. I'llgonowbye!" Ethan scurried back into his room.
Gerome sighed, "well wasn't that just dandy."
Trevor snickered in response.

Wesley heard the door close and was surprised to see Ethan leaning against the door looking very flustered. Wesley was about to ask what was wrong when Ethan asked, "Did you know about the two guys down the hall?"
"What do you mean?"
Ethan blushed slightly saying, "The two guys down the hall who were practically eating each others faces."
"Oh, Trevor and Gerome. Everyone knows about them."
"Are lots of guys that open about..." Ethan trailed off not exactly meeting Wesley's gaze.
"Not many. Preston and his followers pick on people like that."
"Who's Preston?"
"You'll know when you see him."
A bell rung. Wesley moved to the door.
"What's that for?"
"Dinner," Wesley replied.

Ethan meekly followed Wesley. He had no idea where he was going. As he passed a narrow hallway he heard voices so he glanced down it. He saw Gerome and Trevor surrounded by a group of burly looking guys. He decided to investigate. The guys were threatening the couple. Suddenly one, who seemed to be the leader, stepped forward and slugged Gerome in the stomach. Ethan couldn't stand to see someone hurt like that and without thinking yelled, "Stop it! Stop it now!"
All eyes turned to the furious redhead.
"Who the hell are you?" The main leader, who Ethan knew was Preston, snapped.
"What does it matter?" Ethan snarled back.
"It matters greatly in this situation," Preston replied.
"Just leave them alone!"
"What can you do if we don't?"
Preston's flunkies surrounded Ethan.
"Well, I guess I won't be seeing you walking for awhile," Preston laughed as he walked away.
Ethan was still angry, and when he was angry he did things against his nature, like hitting. Ethan began to sweep the floor with Preston's followers. When he was done Gerome and Trevor were standing there and looking at him as if he had sprouted an extra head.
"T-thank you." Gerome stammered.
Ethan smiled, "It was no problem. Hey, can you two show me where the cafeteria is?"

Wesley wondered where Ethan was. He knew that the emerald-eyed boy was behind him until now. Why should I worry? He isn't important! Wesley glared to himself. Then he spotted Ethan coming in the cafeteria. Who could miss that hair? It was so damn bright! Ethan was with Gerome and Trevor. That fact mildly surprised Wesley. He had thought Ethan was a homophobic.

Ethan glanced around the room. There were so many people. Ethan had no idea where to sit.
"Do you two mind if I sit with you? I mean, I don't want to intrude on anything..." Ethan babbled.
"Of course you can sit with us!" Gerome exclaimed smiling at Ethan.
Ethan smiled back, "Thanks. Oh! I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Ethan Green."
"Nice to meet you. I believe you already know who we are?" Trevor asked smirking.
"Yes I do." Ethan blushed.
They all sat down and Gerome began busily introducing Ethan to people.
"So who's your roommate?" A boy named Jacob asked Ethan.
"Wesley Drake."
"THE Wesley Drake?! That guy is like an icicle!" Jacob exclaimed.
"He didn't seem too bad. Just kinda' quiet," Ethan replied.
"You sound like Gerome. 'He really has a good heart yadda yadda yadda!" Trevor teased.
Gerome smacked him in the arm. "But it's true! I think Wesley has a good soul. He's just afraid to make friends because of the difference in social status."
"What do you mean?" Ethan asked.
"Wesley got in here on a scholarship. He was the top student in his class. All of the kids here come from rich families. Wesley doesn't so he thinks he stands out," Gerome answered.
"I for one think the guy has a personality disorder," Jacob put in.
"He has a nice ass though," Trevor said at the exact moment Gerome was drinking, making Gerome choke on his soda.
"TREVOR!" Gerome exclaimed.
"Well he does," Trevor replied grinning.
Ethan just blushed in response.
"You'll have to excuse him. He has no manners!" Jacob teased.
Trevor chuckled," But that's what ya' love about me right?" He draped himself on Jacob.
Jacob shook him off. "Hey, I'm totally straight remember?"
"You sure about that? 'Cause if you weren't sure me and Gerome could... help you find out," Trevor said suggestively.
"W-wha...No! No damn way!" Jacob sputtered.
"Can we change the subject please?" Gerome asked.
"Aw, all right. But didn't we decide to ask him?" Trevor asked.
"Not like that!"
"Wait a minute...You wanted to..." Jacob was wide-eyed and shocked.
"Why not?" Gerome asked.
"Are you...Are you serious?" Jacob was still flabbergasted.
Trevor nodded vigorously in response.
"Let's change the subject please?" Gerome asked again glancing at Jacob's stupefied expression.
"Why bother? It's almost time to go," Trevor replied.
"um...See ya' around guys," Jacob said quickly before he left.
"He'll never warm up to the idea now. Trevor, why'd you have to screw it up?!" Gerome exclaimed once Jacob was out of hearing distance.
"Maybe not," Ethan said.
"What do you mean?" Gerome demanded.
"I mean, now that he's thinking about it, he could decide it's not a bad idea and." Ethan promptly turned crimson.
Trevor grinned at him for backing him up and Gerome sighed.
"I guess you have a point. We should get going."
"To bed," Trevor added grinning lasciviously.
Gerome blushed but didn't deny it. Ethan watched as the couple departed. He thought that they made a cute couple. He smiled slightly and walked up to his room.

Wesley was casually laying on his bed reading when Ethan came in. Wesley glanced up briefly as Ethan entered, then went back to his book. He heard Ethan settle on his bed, then nothing. He felt Ethan's gaze on him. He looked up to see the boy's eyes flicker quickly away. Then he heard rustling.

Ethan rummaged through his things until he found his sketchbook and pencils. He flipped through until he found a picture he was drawing of his twin sisters, Ivy and Ianthe.

Wesley looked over to see Ethan shading furiously on a sketchbook. He wondered what Ethan was drawing.

Ethan looked up to see Wesley looking at his sketchbook. Ethan knew that Wesley wouldn't ask him if he could see it even though he was definitely curious.
"It's a picture of my sisters." Ethan walked over to where Wesley was sitting and handed him the sketchbook.
Wesley marveled at the piece of art. Ethan had real talent. "This is very good," Wesley praised, knowing it was a gross understatement.
"Thank you."
Wesley glanced at the clock sighing. He untangled his limbs from his comfortable position.
"It's time for bedroom check."
"Bedroom check?'
"Just stand by your bed. Lydia will come around and make sure we are all in our rooms before the electronic locks close."
"Oh."
Wesley opened the door and stood by his bed. Ethan did the same. Suddenly, Lydia sprinted through the door exclaiming, "A bee is chasing me! I need a flyswatter."
Wesley complied; Lydia snatched it up and began swinging her arms wildly in the air. The bee swooped towards Ethan. Ethan meeped and hid behind Wesley, clinging to his black T-shirt. Lydia finally smushed the bug with a splat against the wall.
"Yeah! I got it!" She did a little happy dance before facing the two boys, a comical sight before her eyes. Ethan was behind Wesley, grabbing onto him and peeking over his shoulder. Wesley had a 'why-is-he-touching-me' look on his face.
Ethan realized that he was practically using Wesley as a jungle gym. He quickly untangled himself from Wesley.
"I'm sorry, um... I'm really, really allergic to bees. If I get stung it's not pretty." Ethan explained blushing slightly.
Lydia just smiled saying, "Yeah, sure ya' are. Well, I guess I should get going!" Lydia checked off the two guys and proceeded to the next room.
"Well um... I guess I should get to bed," Ethan said nervously, not expecting Wesley to reply.
"Good night Ethan," Wesley said softly as he slipped under his covers and closed his eyes.
After a couple hours, Ethan was still awake, and staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. He had noticed that Wesley had fallen asleep about an hour earlier. Ethan glanced over and stuck his tongue out at the sleeping form.
Suddenly, Wesley began to thrash in his sleep and started yelling something like "no, stop! It hurts!" Ethan crept over to the head of Wesley's bed and touched his shoulder. Wesley flinched away at the contact and whimpered, a sound that tore at Ethan's heart. Ethan sat on the bed, gently lifting Wesley's head to place on his lap, and began to brush through ebony locks.

Dream mode Wesley

It was the same dream of memories he had been having for years. His father was drunk again and was hitting his mother until she collapsed on the ground sobbing. He, only a child, jumped in front of her screaming "daddy stop it! You're hurting her!"
"Well she deserved it and so do you, you little brat." His father removed his belt...
Wesley forced himself to wake up. He lay there with his eyes closed and realized someone was on his bed, touching his hair. His eyes flew open to connect with Ethan's troubled gaze.
"Are you all right?" The worried boy asked.
Why did you even bother with me?" Wesley asked.
"Well you looked... like you were in pain. I wanted to help and, I thought that maybe we could be friends," Ethan said so softly that Wesley barely heard him.
Wesley's gaze softened slightly as he asked," Did I wake you up?"
"No. I couldn't sleep. I'm not used to sleeping alone."
Wesley took that statement the wrong way and gaped at Ethan.
Ethan noticed for he said, " Oh! Oh no, I mean, I'm the oldest of seven kids and some of them usually climb into bed with me at night." Ethan smiled wistfully in remembrance. Then Ethan glanced at the clock. "It's getting late. I guess I should try to get some sleep." Ethan climbed into his bed.
Wesley didn't know what drove him to, but he kicked off his sheets and walked over to Ethan's bed. Ethan's eyes went owl-wide.
"I'm not exactly your younger brother but..." Wesley trailed off as Ethan pulled back his covers and moved over so Wesley would have some room. Wesley hesitated before he lay next to Ethan, sliding the sheets over his body. Ethan was staring at Wesley, not sure if he could get close to him or not. Wesley solved that problem for him by turning towards him and hesitantly moving closer. Ethan got the idea, wrapping his arms around Wesley and snuggling to his chest. Wesley bent his head to rest on the silky strands of Ethan's hair. Strawberry? Ethan used strawberry shampoo. Interesting. Wesley nuzzled Ethan's hair to get more of the inticing scent. Wesley moved back, then was about to move forward again. Ethan moved his head up to ask Wesley what he was doing, which created a position with their mouths mere centimeters apart...

Oh aren't I so evil leaving you hanging like that? Hehehehe!! Well g/g!

Izzy