Chapter 5: The Bird and the Worm

“Hey, Adriaan Spencer has the same shirt you do,” Joe noted, slapping my arm to get my attention. I was already watching Adriaan but Joe doesn’t know this and I plan to keep it that way.

“Yeah, a lot of people have shirts like me,” I told him before looking away from Adriaan to watch other people. We are at lunch, sitting in the quad because it is still nice enough to sit outside without getting cold. Not a lot of people were outside, just some cheerleaders and some stoners. Plus the other guys that were sitting at mine and Joe’s table but they are not important.

“Yeah, but isn’t that the one your mom got you from France?” Joe asked.

I tensed and looked over to Joe who was still staring at Adriaan with a weird look on his face. Holy shit… I looked over at Adriaan who was trying to climb a tree with his flip-flops on. There it was, my t-shirt my mom bought me when she was in France to visit an aunt.

How to get out of this?

“Do you remember every shirt I wear?” I asked Joe.

Joe turned a pink, glaring at me, “Psh, you wish I paid that much attention to you.”

“That hurts Joey,” I pouted to him, “you don’t love me anymore?”

“Dear, I never loved you in the first place,” Joe told me, giving me a pointed stare.

I then threw myself on to the table and pretended to cry. This causing Joe to laugh loudly which made the other guys in the group starts laughing loudly. I peeked through my arms at Adriaan who some how managed to get into the tree, watching us with his weird stalker stare. I think if he had a camera he would just follow me around with it and capture everything I do on camera.

Such a creepy kid.

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Adriaan made a soft noise as I pressed him against the wall of the locker room. I had to use the bathroom when I was in practice and when I came into the locker room, Adriaan was going through my stuff like a stalker.

When I walked in and spotted him, he didn’t even seemed scared that I caught him with my underwear in his hands. Instead, he got this look on his face like he was amused that I even wore underwear. This of course, made me hotter than hell.

“Adriaan,” I whispered against his lips, “why were you going through my stuff?”

He didn’t say anything just kissed me with this force that made me lift him up to press closer to him, to feel everything I could with us still wearing clothes.

This kid is so fucking hot right now.

I moved my kisses down to his neck, which made him mew like a kitten.

“Mm, Alex,” he groaned and I took it as a sign that he wanted me to suck on his neck. I sucked on a small part of his neck which caused him to wiggle against me.

“Alexander,” he whispered again, “we have an audience.”

I froze in my spot, letting go of Adriaan and backing away fast to turn away to see the shocked face of one of my teammates. Adriaan fell to the floor with a groan but I ignored him.

“Chuck,” I said softly, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

Chuck just stood there with the same shocked face on, looking between Adriaan and me.

Shit, I am so fucked.

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“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Adriaan told me as we lay on my living room floor watching a movie.

“The big deal is that Chuck is only going to keep quiet if I hang out with him more and send some chicks his way, but that is only going to last until he wants something and I can’t get it for him,” I told Adriaan in an annoyed voice. Adriaan didn’t say anything for a while before moving closer to me to plant a kiss on my check.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“What for?”

“For going through your stuff, then you finding me and thus for causing this all to happen,” he told me with a sad voice on. I turned my head towards him, our faces close.

“Why were you going through my stuff anyway?” I asked him. He peeked me on the lips before backing away, probably because my breath smelt like French onion dip and he hates the smell.

“I was going to steal your underwear so I could wear them,” he answered.

“Why?” I asked.

“I,” he paused to get closer to me again, “had a dirty dream in a class,” he paused again to climb on top of me, “and mine were sticky.”

Hot.

“So I was going to take yours because it was your fault for being in my dreams,” he said in a matter of fact kind of way, sitting up on my lap giving me a big smile.

I shook my head at him before lifting my hips up and bucking him off me. I tackled him to the side and started to tickle him in all the spots I knew he would wiggle and giggle to get away from me. I need something to get my mind off of ripping his clothes off, right here in the living room.

After I finished and he was pink in the face with a frown on, he sat far away from me with a glare that matched his frown.

“What did you do with your underwear?” I asked him.

He looked confused for a moment before smirking at me, leaning back and spread open his legs, “I’m still wearing them.”

Hot.

“Nasty,” I said as I crawled to him to get in between his legs.

“You like it,” he said with a laugh.

Weird, but I do.

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The next day I was sitting next to Chuck and Joe when Adriaan walked by with his teddy bear backpack and a large jug of apple juice. He had the pleasure to tell me yesterday that he was having trouble pooping and was going to start drinking more apple juice and prune juice. I really didn’t care but it made me stop taking off his pants and go do my homework.

Chuck made a sucking in noise before asking me if I knew who Jenny was. I know like eight Jenny’s so we started to talk about which Jenny he was talking about.

Everything was in peace and calm but what made me worried is that Joe was staring at Adriaan with a look that made me worry.

I didn’t question him about it but just started to joke around with him so he would stop looking at Adriaan like he was trying to figure something out.

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“You need to stop wearing my clothes at school,” I told him when I got home and he was sitting on my bed, playing with his phone.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because Joe is starting to think and when Joe thinks he finds things out that normal people shouldn’t figure out,” I explained. Adriaan nodded at me before going back to his phone. I don’t think he is even listening.

“I’m serious, Adriaan,” I told him, putting my bag down and closing the distance on us.

“I heard,” he said still looking at his phone.

“I know but you are acting like this isn’t a big deal. I’m not gay and I don’t want my best friend to find out about this little thing we have going on,” I told him. Adriaan then finally looked up at me with a serious look in his eyes.

“I fucking heard you,” he snapped then lying down on my bed, propping himself up on my pillows.

I rolled myself at him before going to my computer desk to check my e-mail and my myspace.

It was two hours before I looked back at Adriaan who working on some homework, a pen in his mouth as he looked over a sheet of paper with a confused look on his face.

“What are you working on?” I asked turning in my chair to face him.

“My literature homework,” he said around the pen.

“What hour are you in?” I asked getting up from my chair and heading over to my bed to sit down.

“5th,” he stated.

“Advanced Literature?” I questioned him in shock because… well… it was Adriaan.

“Yeah,” he answered taking the pen out of his mouth and marking something on his paper. I looked over to see it was a page of a report with tons of markings on it.

Okay. So Adriaan is in Advanced Literature so are other kids. Maybe he is just really good at English.

“What other homework to you need to do?” I asked placing my head on his shoulder, watching him write in his chicken scratch.

“Um, this, Calculus, Advanced music, and AP Physics,” he answer shrugging me off his shoulder.

Okay. So maybe crazy Adriaan is some kind of crazy brain-machine, kind of saw it coming. I mean there has to be something else about him that is crazy. Something to shock me even more.

“Wow,” I said, putting my head back on his shoulder but this time planting a kiss on his neck before leaving him and the bed all together.

“I know,” he said, putting the paper down and reaching for another, “I’m kind of amazing.”

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I think the best part of having Adriaan around is the fact that he is a huge pansy and he’ll just suddenly cuddle up to me for no reason. Best part, hands down. Other than his BJ skills.

Right now I am holding Adriaan on top of me, his arms around my chest holding on tight and his face buried into my chest. He wiggled a bit to get his legs in between mine some more. I sighed and tightened my hold on him before flipping us over on our sides and pulled him up to face me.

“What are we?” I asked.

“Human,” he said with his serious face.

“No, I mean, what are we as a couple?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, what do you want as to be?” He asked me.

“I don’t know. Fuck buddies?” I questioned.

“I don’t have fuck buddies,” he said seriously looking into my eyes with a look that I’ve never saw before.

“Well I’m not gay so I don’t have boyfriends,” I told him.

He continued to stare at me before letting go of me and moving away from me, “fine, call me when you want to fuck then.”

He then got up from the bed and started to gather his things around stuffing his clothes into his bag.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked sitting up watching him.

“No, I just need to go home,” he said giving me a big grin before glaring at me.

What the fuck ever.

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Author's Note: Okay. I'm a retard. The End on that moment. . I may be doing nano this year. Maybe. I haven't decided. So if I am there will be no updates in the month of Nov. Which is actually nothing you guys aren't use to because I suck at life.

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