A/N: New story chicadees! Hope you like it, most of the characters are from Will we last and don't worry I'll update that sometime soon promise! Anyways leave lots of reviews please! 3

Warnings: slash meaning sex, a little suspense, cursing, and thats all I can think of.

Disclaimer: My story, my characters, don't take them!

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Jimmypop took a deep breath as he reached into the back pocket of his tight jeans, for his cigarettes. He was in the airport for a little bit, waiting for Kyle’s flight to finally come in, but after awhile he got bored, and fidgeted for a cig.

Leaning back against the wall, he lit up and hugged on his slender torso, watching all the families running around crazy looking for luggage, and what not. He didn’t know what Kyle was going to be like when he came here, he hadn’t seen him in over a year.

Fingering his gauge with one hand, he made a face from the stinging pain, yesterday he had stretched it to a new size, and it was bothering the shit out of him.

He sucked in the toxic smoke, and then curled his mouth so the smoke escaped his mouth in a circular puff. Licking his lips, his tongue brushed over the edges of the two piercings on either side of his mouth. He had his snakebites in for awhile, and was starting to think about taking them out soon. The new additions to his face were the bridge between his eyes, and now two Monroe’s that were at opposite sides above his mouth.

Dropping his cigarette on the ground, he looked down at it as he crushed the last remains with the tip of his black vans. He hated waiting for people, Kyle was lucky that he liked him so he would come to pick him up.

He would have called up his boyfriend, Nicky, to entertain him some, but he was too busy taking some test for school. Rubbing one of his tattooed arms, he glared over at the mother who had held on tightly to her kid that was smiling up at him. He smirked back at the little girl, and reframed from hissing at her mother. Parents always seemed to think that people with tattoos, and piercings were worshippers of Satan.

Stretching his body out, he scratched his tummy that was covered by a black Through the eyes of the Dead band shirt. Relaxing his muscles, he dragged his legs back into the airport, once again.

Jimmypop squinted his gray blue eyes up at the screens looking for the flight coming to LA from Chicago. He had no idea how to read these things, even if they were simple to most people.

“Guess I just gotta look out for him.” His raspy voice breathed out to himself. He knew the flight number, and what gate he was coming in so that was good, he just wasn’t sure exactly what time, since you could never count on the destined time of arrival.

Feeling eyes on him, Jimmy glanced over through his black hair at the some girl eyeing him in the corner of the pathway.

She looked like your typical scene girl that just overdid the style to the point that it made Jimmy sick. Her fake ass extensions were long black strips that came down the front of her shoulders, while the rest of her hair was puffed up onto of her head.

She smirked at Jimmypop when she saw that he was looking, looking, not interested.

She had a Monroe at the corner of her mouth, that gleamed from where she was, and her eyebrows were drawn on. Jimmypop’s upper lip curled up in disgust, and he avoided eye contact as he passed her.

“What is this? The airport from hell?” he whispered to himself.

“Flight 125 coming from Chicago to Los Angeles, arriving.” The announcer said. “Coming into Gate 12.”

Jimmypop looked up at what gate he was at.

Gate 40.

“Fuck!” he cursed, and walked quickly back to the way he came, he had no idea that he had even walked this far. He was just wondering around really.

He made his way to the Gate 12, and waited patiently, okay well not so patiently, because his patience was gone. He was just shaking his leg, and biting his fingers like a crack addict that needed a fix.

“Come on, Ky, where the fuck are you all ready?” he sighed. He hoped that he hadn’t changed that much so he’d be able to recognize him. Kyle, just like every scene kid, changed the way he looked constantly.

Jimmypop narrowed his eyes, and his body straightened up when he saw the glance of someone with dyed black hair.

Moving past some people, he walked towards the gate and stopped, a smile finding his way on his face.

Kyle walked out of the airplane, hugging onto the straps of his backpack closely, as he searched the crowd for Jimmypop. He really did hope that he didn’t forget to pick him up like last time. He knew he shouldn’t hold grudges, but he had to wait in the airport for a good two hours.

He licked on the stud he had on his mouth nervously, and continued to look. He hoped that he’d be able to know Jimmy when he saw him.

“Ky!” he heard shouted at him. His head snapped over to the voice, and he smiled for the first time in weeks.

“Jay!” he shouted back, and pretty much ran over to the boy, as he was picked up in a tight hug. Jay and him were the same age, but while Jimmy could pass for a 19 year old or older, Kyle was smaller and lanky, sometimes he could pass for 18.

Jimmypop pulled the kid into a tight hug, kissing the top of his head, and smelling his hair. He didn’t care how gay they might have looked.

“I missed you, boy.”

“I missed you too.” Kyle whispered against his neck. He felt like crying, he wasn’t usually that emotional, but with all the shit going on he just felt safe, and secure in Jimmy’s arms, like nothing could ever hurt him.

Jimmypop pulled back, and smiled down at him looking him over, Kyle was only a couple inches shorter, the top of his head coming to Jimmy’s nose.

“Well look at you.” Jimmypop smirked. Kyle still had the same face, his bright brown eyes looked sadder than before, but they were still the same beautiful color. His hair was black with part of the top half dyed a light brown. Just like Jay he had piercings on his face too, a nose stud, a septum, a lip ring stud on one side of his mouth, an actual lip ring on the other side, and then a Monroe to the side of his mouth.

Kyle just wore simple shorts, that were made from cutting his tight jeans and frayed at the bottom. He had drawings on them that he had done out of boredom in school.

He wore a tie dye shirt, that he and one of his best friend had made before he moved. His green hand prints were on the front and her prints were on the back. A black string was tied across his neck with a key attached to it in the middle.

“No, look at you. You’ve gotten taller.” Kyle smiled.

“No, I just think you got shorter. Let’s go, this place is beyond killing me.”

“I have to get my things first, Jay.” Kyle laughed; Jimmy hadn’t changed with getting bored easily.

“Right, right, I remembered.”

“No you didn’t.” Kyle said, nudging him, as they walked to the luggage drop off.

They didn’t have to wait much longer, thank God, for Kyle’s things, and once they got his stuff, they went out to Jimmy’s car, and loaded his stuff in the back.

Jimmypop instantly lit up again, as they got in the car, and turned up on his music loudly. Kyle smiled, looking out the window.

“L.A. hasn’t changed.” He whispered.

“Really?” Jimmypop smirked, his head leaning against the palm of his hand, that was leaning against the open window sill.

“Yeah, it’s still polluted as hell, still a bunch of people—”

“Fake people.” Jimmy corrected.

“Yeah, I forgot about that. I dunno, they always say this city changes, but it looks the same to me.” Kyle’s eyes dropped a little. “A lot of things are the same.”

Jimmypop looked over at him. “So, how are you dealing?”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m here to talk about it, you know? They said you wouldn’t talk to anybody about it.”

Kyle nodded. “I don’t want to.”

“You’ll have to eventually, Ky.” He said quietly. Kyle just nodded again, and stared out the window.

After awhile, to kill the awkwardness, Jimmy started talking again. “Can you believe my parents let you live with me instead?”

“Yeah, I know, that surprised me a lot, I guess they figured we were close, you know?”

“Yeah, we are.” Jimmy reached over, and messed up his hair laughing. “The house is full, though, I hope that won’t bother you. You’ll have your own room, so you’ll get some sort of privacy.”

“My own room? How many people live there now?” Kyle smiled; he knew Jay’s place always had new people living there.

“Hmm, let’s see, downstairs we have Skyler and his room, but he’s like never there, he’s always sleeping at his boy’s house. There’s another room down there that Myka will stay in now, when Rice grows up that’ll be his room,”

“Oh yeah, how’s the baby?” Kyle interrupted.

“Rice? He’s good, he’s getting big already. He’s seven months now.”

“Wow, I can’t wait to see him. He lives with you guys, right?”

“On and off, sometimes he’ll stay in my room, or mainly Stormy’s, when he comes over. But he stays at my parents’ house a lot.”

“Okay, so there’s one bathroom downstairs, and then upstairs, there’s my room, then your room, there’s a shared bathroom there. Across the hall is Matt’s room, Seth’s always sleeping in there with him though, and then last is Stormy’s room and she has her own bathroom, and shit. So yeah, and my boy, Nick, he’s always in my room.”

Kyle took a deep breath, shaking his head, that was too many people for him, but as long as he got his own room and privacy he was good.

“Honestly, Jay, your house sounds crazy as hell.”

“Ha yeah, and that’s only on nights when we don’t have parties, which is like a couple days a week. Pretty much the house is full, sorry.” He apologized; he knew Ky wasn’t a people person much.

“No, it’s okay.”

“You hungry, or something?” Jimmypop asked.

“No, I just want to sleep, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

They drove for a little bit longer, until they reached Jimmy and his friends’ house. The only girl, Stormy, that lived with them had got her parents to get the house for them. And Skyler’s mom paid a lot for the mortgage or whatever because she thought the idea of them all living together was such good idea.

Kyle got out of the car, slowly, and stared up at the house, he couldn’t believe that all of this was happening right now. It all felt like a dream really, closing his eyes tightly, he inhaled the air around him then started to get his things.

Jimmypop helped him with his things, and smiled sadly over at him.

“It won’t be so bad, I promise, okay?”

Kyle nodded, glad that Jimmy understood.

They walked into the house, and were instantly greeted with loud voices, and even louder music. Kyle looked around him quickly, trying to take in everything around him but failing, there was just too much going on.

“You’re such a fucking liar! You honestly think that fucking someone with no arms would be better than fucking someone with no legs?!” a girl with bright red hair that was pulled up in a high bun at the top of her head, and a yellow bandanna tied around her head, and tied into a knot at the top shouted.

She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, in a white wife beater, no bra, and cuffed capris, with a bottle of milk in her hand, the contains spilling everywhere as she shouted.

Her bangs were cut short at the top of her forehead, and she had tattoos and piercings spread out along her body.

To Kyle, she looked like she came straight out of the fifties style based on her hair, either that, or a suicide girl magazine.

“No, you don’t know what you’re talking about, Cherry, seriously. If they didn’t have legs then you would feel these awkward stumps at the bottom of you.” Said the girl at the table calmly, as she fed a baby in a high chair cheerios.

This girl was dressed too, in a wife beater, but she had a black bra on with stars that were visible. Her hair was just a regular black with one part of it blonde and held up in a high, yet short, pony tail to the back of her head.

“That all depends in what position you’re in, gawd why do I even bother arguing with you about this?!” she sighed, loudly and tested the milk on her wrist.

“Can you guys not talk about sex, or curse in front of my kid, please?” Jimmypop requested, easily, as he put Kyle’s things down, and walked over to pick up his son.

“How’s my Buhbuh?” he cooed, leaving sloppy kisses on Bricen’s wet cheek. His face was already messy from drooling on the cheerios in front of him.

He smiled a big gummy smile at his father, as Jimmy lifted him up and down from his face, and above his head.

“Ahh, I love you so much.” Jimmy said, kissing his head, Rice’s bright blue eyes, that he got from his father, blinked blankly, and then his face messed up, and he started to cry. “Aw, what’s the matter?”

“He’s hungry. And Cherry was making his bottle, but she decided to have a debate instead.” Stormy filled in.

“Well just feed him.”

“Ohmigod, Ky! I didn’t notice you standing there! I don’t get a hug?” Stormy said excitedly, running over to him.

He smiled politely, he had always liked her, she was really nice, and a good listener. And she was in charge of the suicide girl company in L.A. right now.

“You remember Cherry, right?” she said, with an arm around his waist.

Kyle looked back at the girl with the bright red hair and smiled. “Yeah, I remember.”

“How ya doing, sweets?” she asked, taking Rice and giving him his bottle.

“I’m doing okay.”

“Good, good.”

Kyle looked over at Jimmypop, tiredly. “Can you show me which one’s my room?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry I forgot you’re tired.”

“Yeah.” He whispered, and waved to the two girls.

Stormy watched them go upstairs, and frowned as she walked back into the kitchen.

“He’s so different now, a lot quieter, poor thing.” She said. Cherry looked up at her from her chair as Rice sucked on the milk hungrily, but made sure to look around the room, too.

“Well what do you expect? Of course he’s gonna be different. I feel so bad for the kid.”

“Me too.”

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“So this is the room, it’s not that big, or anything.” Jimmy said rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced at the tattoo, slightly above his knuckles, if he held out his fists like he was going to hit someone, you could read that it said—MOSH IT UP. That was going to be his brand design name when he got older.

“It’s not bad at all.” Kyle said, he was so use to their old house, but this was actually bigger, and in the old house he usually ended up sleeping in Jay’s bed, anyways.

Kyle looked around; it was a simple room that he’d probably end up decorating anyways.

“We tried cleaning it up as much as we could, you know because Myka was staying in here.”

“So then I pretty much kicked him out?” Kyle said, worriedly.

“No, no, remember I said he has a room downstairs, it’s all good.” He rocked back on his heels, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh and Heather can’t wait to see.” He said quickly, remembering his sister wanted him to tell him that. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

“Okay,” Kyle said his back to him. He was staring out the window across the room; it was already starting to get dark outside. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He whispered, and let himself out.

Kyle took off his shoes and went to his luggage taking out a ratty brown bear that was covered in patches, burn marks, and pins. He lay down on the bed, and curled up into a ball and hugged on the bear tightly. He squeezed his eyes shut letting the tears fall silently.

“They can’t be.”

“I’m sorry, Kyle, it’s a tragic thing, I know. I wish I wasn’t the one to tell you.”

“But-but then, what? What’s going to happen to me?”

“We’re not sure yet. Don’t worry, you won’t be put into a orphanage, I promise. We’ll find somewhere for you to go.”

“Like I’m an animal, right?!”

“No, no, we just…”

“I don’t want to move, I can’t leave my friends.”

“Kyle, I know how you must feel right now—”

“No! No, you don’t know! Don’t give me that bullshit!”

Kyle had stormed off, and looked into those eyes, Alex’s eyes, Alex’s eyes that was now full of tears.

“You can’t leave, Kyle.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“What am I going to do here without you?! I can’t live here! I can’t live with her anymore!”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Kyle’s eyes shot open, and he sat up in bed panting. He had to call Alex soon, but he didn’t know what to say yet. He was his best friend, and he didn’t know what to say, how pathetic?

Looking over at the digital clock, he sighed. Fucking three in the morning. Sliding out of bed, he dragged himself to the bathroom, after rubbing his eyes; he scratched his butt and the turned on the light, clumsily.

He started to unzip his pants, when he heard this faint noise from behind him. He turned around, slowly looking at the shower curtain.

Why did this feel like a horror movie, or something?

‘Stop being stupid, Ky. Jay’s right in the next room.’ He thought to himself, if anything he could just call out to him, and he’d be there in seconds.

Stepping closer to the curtain, he gripped onto it tightly, ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of.’ He closed his eyes, and then opened them, and pulled the curtain back.

His first instinct was to scream, it was reaction, if he wasn’t so scared from the beginning, he would have realized there wasn’t anything to be afraid of, but his imagination got the better of him.

A boy. A boy was freaking sleeping in the bathtub!