4. Lips like Morphine

Walking into school the next day was weird without having Charlie or Jake by my side. I kept a tight hold on my bag as I dodged people trying to get to my locker. I looked up when I got near my locker to catch Jake’s eye. He froze and stared at me before looking down and walking past me without saying anything.

Ouch, I feel the burn of betrayal.

I let out a shaky breath and opened my locker getting my books around for my first class, which I had with Charlie.

So not looking forward to that.

I sighed and placed my book bag in my locker before closing it and started towards my first hour and to my doom.

When I walked into the classroom, I could feel the blood rush to my ears as I saw someone sitting in my seat. I took the only other empty seat in class next to the biggest homophobe in the school and hid myself in my book before class even started.

“Hey fag, you got a pencil I could use?” the big homophobe said from beside me. I shook my head and continued ignoring everyone.

“Oh don’t tell me you shoved it up your ass,” someone else beside him said, causing his friends to laugh. The big homophobe yanked my book out of my hands and threw it to the floor in front of my desk.

“Why don’t you bend down and get that,” he growled, “you’re used to bending over, aren’t you?”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in tack. My rage caused tears to come to my eyes but the look that Charlie gave me with the smile he gave to the homophobe caused them to fall.

“Okay class, settle down,” the teacher said as he came into the room.

I raised my hand keeping my head down.

“Yes Andre?” he asked.

“Can I use the restroom?” I asked in a shaky voice. The teacher was about to say no but I was already out of my sit and practically running towards the exit.

--

Anne found me in the bathroom, crying by the end of third hour. He knocked on the stall door and looked underneath it to look at me.

“Hey,” he said, waving a little then made a face at me before backing out from under the door to tap on the door again.

I sniffled and opened the door before throwing myself in his arms.

“So I heard about the fight,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. I just pressed myself closer to him.

“It’s all around school plus Charlie came home fuming last night telling mom that she didn’t need to worry about you anymore because you guys were no longer friends,” he said. I pulled away from him to wipe my nose on my arm.

“You look like you’ve been crying all night and day,” he said taking his sweater sleeve, wiping my face off.

“Because I have been!” I said in a weak voice, “Charlie, he…” I started to cry again and Anne just wrapped me in his arms again shushing me.

--

I went to fourth hour, no longer being able to cry. Anne helped me straight my clothes and help wash my face, because he is sweet like that.

My face was still red but I walked in fourth hour standing tall, walking straight to Jake and throwing my lab book down and sitting down, not making eye contact but just staring at the white board waiting for the teacher to start the lesson.

When we were given the assignment, I started right away and even did some work that I didn’t finish in the past. Not once talking or been talked too.

--

Lunch was horrible, looking around for somewhere to sit. It was like being a freshman all over again. I sighed and wondered if the freshmen would mind if I sat with them.

“Hey Andre!” Anne yelled from his table, holding a hand up for me to come to him.

I smiled; this is why I love that boy. He is so sweet when he wants to be. I hurried to his table, keeping away from tables because some people would try to trip me, I just know it. I sat next to Anne and some guy, who gave me a wide smile.

“So, how was fourth hour?” Anne asked swinging his arm around my shoulders bringing me close to whisper in my ear about random stuff that would make me laugh.

--

It was the end of school and word got out that I sat with Anne at lunch, the jocks started to back off again. Anne has that kind of power. There is a rumor that he once killed a man with a straw. He totally started that himself. I don’t know why people believe him because he is not even scary looking. He wears band shirts and blue jeans, it’s not like he is dressing to kill a kitten and drink its blood.

I opened my locker and started to round my stuff around for homework. I felt his body heat before anything else, Tony stood beside me, panting slightly. His football buddies behind him looking like they have been trying to catch up with him.

“I’ve been trying to find you all day,” he told me in a pant. He took a couple of deep breaths before smiling at me.

“I like you,” he said then leaned down and kissing me. I couldn’t be any more shocked then everyone in the hallway watching us. Tony, as in TONY, is kissing me in public…

That’s when I fainted.

--

“Did you see when he fell? It was like slow motion,” a loud booming voice rang out.

“I know and Tony here was just standing there like he killed him or something,” another loud voice shouted excitedly.

“I didn’t know he was going to faint!” another yelled.

I was shushing them quietly but they clearly didn’t hear me as they continued to talk really loudly.

“Holy fucking god, shut up you voices!” I yelled quickly, wincing as the pain pulsed through my head.

Soon after that I felt hands touching me and the loud voices again. I wiggled them off, cuddling into the bed I was in. I think it is mine, it smells like mine.

“Touch me again and I’ll cut your hands off. Shut up all of you, sleepy time now,” I mumbled taking one of the pillows and placing it on top of my head.

“Awww, sweetie-pop, you have to wakey up,” Jake’s sweet little voice cooed. I felt him climb into bed with me cuddling up to my side, “wakey up up.”

I frowned but welcomed his touch, “I love the Jake-cutie-pants.”

“And I love the Andre-cutie-face,” Jake cooed.

It was quiet for a moment before someone else asked, “Um, could you two please wake up?”

I think it was Charlie but Jake-Jake was warm so who cares.

Jake laughed and got away from me, even going as far as leaving my bed.

“Could Andre and I talk for a moment?” Charlie, I think, asked. Some of the people in my room started to protest but they got shot down quickly.

I gave the world a moment to stop spinning before I opened my eyes. I stared at my ceiling for a minute before looking towards Charlie, who was standing far away from me.

“My head hurts,” I told him. He smiled and pointed to my night stand, which held some pills on it.

“Nice,” I whispered like they were cocaine.

It was silent as I took the pills and drank the glass of water. I put the glass back on the table, taking a breath before looking at Charlie. He was watching my every move, like he was the one in the hall that made me faint. He wasn’t, asshole ‘I like to surprise people so much I shock them into fainting’, also known as Tony.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie told me.

“I already forgave you,” I told him.

He grinned and started towards me, “go to sleep you pansy.”

“You don’t want to cuddle?” I pouted, giving him my best puppy-eye look. He just shook his head at me. He stopped a foot from me and just watched me again.

“You are my best friend,” he stated softly.

“And you are standing really close to me,” I stated back to him.

“And sometimes when I’m being serious, you like to be a dick,” he stated to me.

“And that is because I have a dick and I like to reenact what is does sometimes,” I stated.

“Shut the fuck up,” Charlie laughed out, putting a hand on my forehead and pushed me back onto my bed.

Ow, brain hurting. I tell him he is an asshole and he ignores me by crawling into bed beside me and cuddling me even though it is a totally gay thing to do.

“This is totally gay,” he whispered as I moved myself along beside him.

“Well, I’m gay and I like to do homosexual things,” I told him.

“Don’t I fucking know,” he said then covered us up with the blankets.

“Night,” I said with a smile that caused him to frown at me which caused me to grin.

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Author's Note: I love this story because I have an idea about what is going to happen and that never happens. I seriously plan as I go, chapter by chapter, so if it is a surprise to you then it is probably a surprise to me too. Okay! I am going to go to a Owl City concert Sep. 22 in Detriot, MI and I am super excited! NO LIE! So if you are going to the concert! Tell me so we can met because I am going with my sister and sometimes she doesn't understand my love for things.

Question time!

Answer to the Life Playlist: Not random but I did just think these up at the top of my head.

Waking up: Wake me Up before you Go-go: Wham!

Getting ready: Let it Be - The Beatles

Writing: The Saltwater Room - Owl City

Shower: BoysBoysBoys - Lady Gaga

Reading: Beethoven or some kind of piano music

Sleeping: It's not Fair - Lily Allen

(Random little fact: On my Top 25 Played Songs on my iTunes is mostly Owl City. 6 songs are not by Owl City.)

Answer to Question Number Three: (what is your favorite game?) My favorite board game is Life. My favorite video game is God of War. My favorite card game is Bullshit.

Question number four: What is your favorite movie? And why? (I am only going to do one because whenever I do two I type to much for the answers.)