Author: Helizabeth PM
Another Adam/Shane. A bit more violent than the last. Happy ending! MM, boy love, yaoi. the best of all worlds! Adam helps Shane! Shane is a little emo boy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 1,959 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-14-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2621933
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This is dedicated to Zyirl, who is the only one who reviewed my other story with Adam and Shane. This one is a bit different, this is how they met in highschool. A bit violent, but happy ending! I'm a sucker for happy endings! Read and review darlings!
"Get the fuck away from me, Shane," the boy ordered tiredly.
"But Adam!" Shane whined. "We are soul mates! We were meant to be together! You are the Harry to my Draco! The Remus to my Sirius! The Edward to my Jacob!" Adam rolled his eyes.
"Shane, I will tell you again. We. Are. Not. SOUL MATES!" Shane tisked.
"Just give it time, Adam." He then stood from the cafeteria table and walked back to the art room.
Shane had been tormented by thoughts of Adam for weeks now. He knew exactly when it started, too. He had been walking home from school, and passed Adam playing soccer. He was beautiful. In the late April sun, he had discarded his shirt, and Shane had stood there for ten minutes, just staring at the brunette. The way his hair kept falling in his face. The way sweat encased his torso, making Shane want to lick him clean. He had shuddered, pressed on his erection with the heel of his hand, and left. But he went back the next day. And the next and the next, each time watching Adam play soccer for a few minutes. He had even gone to one of his games. All in three weeks.
At school he had been pestering the boy, trying to convince him that he was gay, and he wanted Shane. Pssh. Like that would ever happen. Adam was jock extraordinaire. Shane was the slightly nerdy emo who liked to paint. Of course Shane, being the romantic, slightly nerdy emo who liked to paint had convinced himself that Adam really liked him, and was just hiding his feelings until the right moment to confess his love. Shane happened to be taking photography this semester, and the unit they were doing at the moment was black and white. There were no rules other than it had to be black and white. So all of Shane's photos were of Adam. He had gotten some really good ones too. Adam still hadn't noticed. It was easier for Shane that way. It was hard though, to know that the person you were in love with could never and would never love him back. He was perfectly happy with his moderately smart, pretty hot girlfriend. Hot for a girl. But Shane was very definitely straight, and therefore not interested in how low she was selling herself for.
"Gay Boy! Stop stalking Adam!" one of Adam's stupid friends yelled at him. He looked down and realized he was holding his camera. And was sitting in a tree right above them. Fuck. He scrambled behind a huge branch and tried to shrink himself. He glanced down and noticed there were huge scary soccer and football players standing around the tree. Shitfuck.
"Come down, Gay Boy! We wanna beat your pretty little ass!" one of them called out in a sing-song voice. They all gwaffed. Shane looked down again and noticed that Adam wasn't standing in the ring of people blocking his escape. Unless he could develop Tarzan skills in a few minutes, he was royally fucked. Adam was still sitting at the picnic table under the tree.
"Don't be scared, Fairy Boy!" He gulped and reached up to secure his camera on a branch above him. When he turned, it was apparently too fast, and he lost his balance. Shane screamed in terror as he fell out of the tree, landing with a thud on his back. All the air was shoved from his lungs and he had no time to recover it before they were on top of him. Pain exploded in his gut, on his eyebrow, his side, his arm. A particularly huge fist caught him in the eye, almost making him black out. He felt the bones in his nose break and felt blood immediately dripping all over. Another fist in his gut. His knee. His groin. He gasped, one of them slapping him openhanded. That stung. Someone kicked him in the back, another blow to the head. His vision when fuzzy around the edges and then black and white. He tried to bring his arms up to defend himself, but someone grabbed his right arm and wrenched it behind his back. He screamed as it dislocated. Suddenly someone shouted and it wasn't Shane. He couldn't see what was happening, all he knew was that there were no more hard blows landing all over him.
"Leave. Now." someone ordered. He sat there, sobbing in pain and shock. He had been beaten before, but by one person, not five. His shoulder was also killing him.
"Shane?" the same voice from before asked softly. On instinct he tried to shuffle away, but was in too much pain to stand. "Oh God, Shane." Shane looked up through tear blurred eyes.
"What?" he spat hatefully at the brunette in front of him. Adam dropped to his knees.
"Oh God, Shane, I'm so sorry. I never should have let that happen." He placed his hand on Shane's shoulder. He hissed in pain. "I need to pop your arm back." Shane shuffled back, using only his feet and left arm. Adam chased after him. "Shane, you are in pain. I need to help you." Shane just shook his head. Adam sighed and walked around behind him. He grasped Shane's right arm above the elbow. Shane yelped, and before he could move, his arm was feeling ten times better. Adam smiled kindly.
"Thank you," Shane whispered, tears streaming silently down his face.
"I'm sorry I let that happen."
"No you're not," Shane said ruefully. He shook his head, an wry smile on his face. He grasped the bench of the picnic table with his left arm and levered himself so he was standing. The dizziness threatened to make him pass out for a moment, but he quickly regained control.
"You don't really care," he continued. "We both know you don't give a shit about me." Adam took a small step forwards.
"That's not true, Shane." Shane shook his head and grinned.
"Be nice to me all you want now, that's fine. Go back to hating me tomorrow, that's fine too. But don't pretend to care. I don't need your pity. I don't need your lies." With that Shane walked out on the love of his life, leaving him speechless.
"Shane! Shane wait!" Adam yelled as he chased after the strange blonde boy. "Shane, please, listen to me! SHANE!" He sighed as Shane disappeared in the building. Rolling his eyes, he followed. Shane was walking down the hall, hands cupped in front of his face to stop the flow of blood from his nose. He stumbled and fell down. "Shane? Shane!" Adam ran as fast as he could to the fallen boy's side. He wasn't breathing. "Shane! Shane wake up!" He tapped his cheek lightly. Nothing happened. Scooping the smaller boy into his arms he hurried to the nurse's office, hoping she would still be there, even though it was after hours. Luck was with him, she was just leaving.
"Miss Johnson! Please, Miss Johnson!" She turned around and gasped, dropping her purse at the sight of Adam running through the halls holding an unconscious Shane. She dashed back inside her office and Adam laid him down in one of the blue beds.
"Please, he's not breathing!" Adam gasped. Miss Johnson went about calmly attending to him, first giving him CPR to get him breathing again. He coughed and started breathing again, but still didn't wake up. She looked at his eyes and made an approving sound. Adam paced around while she cleaned his cuts and bruises.
"He dislocated his right shoulder too," Adam said when she seemed finished. She sighed and looked at that.
"Did you pop it back?"
"Yeah." Adam rubbed his forehead.
"How do you know him?"
"I don't. I found him in the hallway," Adam lied smoothly. She looked at him skeptically.
"You seem very worried about someone you don't know. Do you want to try again? How do you know him?"
"He's, well he's kind of in love with me. I ignored him. I feel horrible about it now. I felt horrible about it the entire time. I never wanted him to get hurt. Then today, he got beat up for looking at me too much."
"By who, dear?"
"Some guys from the soccer team, and a few from the football."
"I am going to need their names."
"I don't know…"
"Adam, honey. They beat him unconscious. I need their names."
"John Matter, Bill Horn and Jake Smith from the soccer team and Joe Gap and Sam Haver from football." Miss Johnson smiled at him.
"Thank you. Do you want to wait with him? He is stable, he'll be fine when he wakes up. Sore, but nothing is wrong. I can wake him up now, but he needs to sleep." Adam nodded.
"If he'll be fine, I'll drive him home now." She nodded and walked back over to his bed.
"Shane, dear? Wake up now. You aren't fooling me. You might be fooling Adam, but he's distraught. So wake up now so he can help you home." To Adam's surprise Shane opened his eyes and grinned guiltily at him.
"She noticed I was awake when she checked for a concussion," he replied with a cheeky grin. Adam rolled his eyes.
"Come on, princess. I need to get you home to sleep." Shane grinned and walked out with Adam to his car.
"Sweet wheels," Shane grinned. Adam smiled back.
"Sweet vocab," he responded. "Do you have a backpack or bag or anything?"
"Oh, damn. I forgot my purse," Shane said sarcastically. Adam laughed and reached out to run his hand down Shane's arm. Shane shivered, feeling goose bumps raise, even through his thin striped purple and black jacket. Adam brushed his curly blonde hair softly away from his bloody face. Shane unconsciously leaned into his touch lightly, contentedly humming softly. Quickly, before he could change his mind, Adam leaned down and pressed a kiss to Shane's lips. He pulled back, embarrassed, but Shane grabbed his arm. Before Adam could move, he leaned on Adam's chest and kissed him back. Shane grinned.
"Fag," Adam said.
"Cock-sucker," Shane replied.
Shane nodded his head. "That's fair, asshole."
"Bastard." Shane thought, but couldn't come up with anything. So he did the next best thing. He kissed Adam viciously, forcing him to part his lips, he dove his tongue in, groping Adam's mouth. Adam, however, didn't seem to mind, and kissed back just as eagerly. When Shane pulled back, he leaned their foreheads together, noses brushing.
"They're going to kill you," Shane whispered. "I'll ignore you if you want." He squeezed his eyes shut, turning away and walking a few steps. He prayed to God that Adam wouldn't want him to leave. But his silence…
Adam was going through a similar problem. He thought Shane liked him. Why else would he stalk Adam? And he kissed him…
Adam gently put his hand on Shane's shoulder.
"Don't go," he whispered.