Author: Xenossta000 PM
Luke was always a boy of self-worth. Usually unable to get what he wanted by himself, he took pride in his abilities to manipulate others for his own needs. But the appearance of a foreign stranger changes all that. M/M Slash fic Rated for later chaptersRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Words: 1,718 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 5 - Published: 06-11-10 - id: 2816549
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Story Title: Sugarless Lemonade
Summery: Luke was always a boy of self-worth. Usually unable to get what he wanted by himself, he took pride in his abilities to manipulate others for his own needs. But the appearance of a foreign stranger changes all that. M/M Slash fic (Rated for later chapters)
Rated: M (Future Sexual Content)
The Start of an Ending
When I was depressed, the park was always the place that I wanted to go to. But usually it was at night. With the chill in the air and the silence resting on my ears, I felt at peace. And I always went to the same park. The same one that my mother used to take me to when I was younger. Before... well... before things happened. Before I grew up.
Before I ruined everything.
Sighing, I sat down on the old rickety swing. It groaned in desperation as I pushed it backwards with my feet a little ways. The bars were rusted and old. The chains creaked with the wind. And I was alone. As alone as I knew I'd always be in the end. I didn't even have the pleasure of the stars tonight. Clouds billowed overhead, warning angrily of a coming storm. The wind increased slightly, which only managed to ruffle the lengthy hair on the base of my neck and the sides of my ears. There was going to be a storm. But living next to the ocean, that happened often. And I was making no plans of heading home. Not after what happened with everyone.
I watched the trees in the distance sway, but really, I couldn't see them very well. I was nearsighted, and my glasses were broken. Biting my lip, I bit back tears. Tears that burned angrily at my tear ducts. But I refused to let them out, which caused an annoying burn in the back of my throat. What was I going to do? How was I going to make this all better? Tryston was long gone, I knew that much. Molly no longer wanted anything to do with me. And Alex? I didn't even know about him anymore. It seemed like he was being fake for me, for my sake. Like he smiled to simply placate me, and not because I made him smile. The feeling made a twist in my heart. But this was nothing new. This was a feeling that I was very used to.
A hand on my shoulder nearly scared me to death. I jumped at the unexpected feeling, and swerved around on my swing. I was expecting to see some kind of gay rapist or something, but was relieved to find Alex standing there. He was looking down at me in all of his Greek God Glory. Well, not really. He was absolutely handsome, to a fault. He had always been to me. With his deep golden eyes to his tan skin. All the way to his ear-length curly brown hair. I always said that we could put a toga on him and name him the new Julius Caesar.
"Hey." He mumbled for me just loud enough to be able to hear him over the wind. It was beginning to pick up more. I was safe where I was, but it was still going to get cold. My eyes grazed him, and I realized he wasn't wearing a jacket. Upon further inspection, he was still wearing his T-shirt and cargo pants that I'd seen him in this morning. My throat burned at the memory of our fight, but I said nothing. Only nodded at him and looked away. My shoulder felt like it was burning where he still had his hand pressed gently against it. I was split between shaking it off, or resting my head on it. But before I could make a decision he removed it. I felt oddly cold and clammy once it was gone. But he didn't leave. I watched from the corner of my eye as he sat on the swing next to me, and stared at me blatantly. He was always so straight forward, so sure of himself and his actions.
I was always jealous of that.
"Luke..." He started. His voice was dripping with apology. But I cut him off.
"No it's fine, Alex." He opened his lips to retort, but I continued on. "It's my fault. All of it. I'll be angry at you if you decide to say you're sorry for something you didn't do." And there it was. The only reason I hadn't cried yet, was because I hadn't had to talk about it. Thinking about it was one thing, but voicing it? That was something completely different. I choked back a sob, and clung to the chain of the swing until my knuckles turned white. "I let everyone down. I don't even know why you're talking to me right now." But I'm so relieved that you are...I didn't have the gall to tell him that part. He continued to stare at me, and I tried hopelessly to hide my face from him. Perhaps in the darkness he didn't see the tears running down my face. Or my leaking nose. My red eyes. I hoped he could see none of it, or didn't know. But I wasn't that stupid.
Without another word, he stood up from his swing, and dropped to his knees before me. It forced me to look at him, and soundlessly he reached up with both hands to cup my chin. Perhaps to stop me from hiding again. I watched in horror as he leaned towards my face, and even in the dark I got a great view of his eyes. I sat, frozen, as his lips touched just under my left eye, catching another tear threatening to fall. And with a silent movement, he kissed the skin under my other eye. Chaste, and gentle. Understanding.
"Luke, you are going to spend the night at my house." It wasn't a question. But it also wasn't a demand. Simply a fact. He and I both knew it was going to happen, since I had no plans of going home that night, and he had no plans of leaving me out in the cold. I nodded and stood up just as he stepped back, placing a distance between us that I wish didn't exist. I couldn't understand what he was thinking at the moment, but truthfully, I was too numb to care. I bent down to pick up my backpack, and slipped it on. Nodding to him, we both started towards the exit of the park.
--Three months prior--
"Class, we're having a new student join us today." About 27 heads perked up suddenly, eager for something exciting and new to worry themselves over. I mean, it was math class. And everyone of my peers knew that anything was better than math.
"His name is Alexandre Xenos." The teacher announced with a hint of boredom in the drone of her voice just as a tall stranger walked into the room.
Oh. My. God.
I stared at the new comer with surprise, and had to quickly snap my mouth close before I drooled all over my essay. Plus, if any of the other students saw me gaping at the new kid like a stoned giraffe, there would be some serious questions about my sexuality. After my embarrassing jaw was well assembled back in place, I eyed the boy. I tried to seem nonchalant, but I always knew that I was a terrible liar. I watched as the newcomer gave the class a sheepish wave, and grinned. His teeth were set perfectly, and even from this distance I could see the dimples flash at the class, deep set into his cheeks.
"Mr. Xenos, the only empty seat we have is next to Ms. Darrow here." Liar! Stupid bitch liar! I mentally controlled my sudden bout of anger, glancing at the empty seat off to my left. Glowering at the teacher, I groaned inwardly as Alexandre seated himself next to Molly Darrow in the front row. I caught her flashing him a curious smile, and almost growled. But I held myself back.
Once the teacher had us all settled, I watched as the two seemed to easily converse. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I still couldn't take my eyes off the two. It was when I felt a sharp jab into my ribs that I snapped out of my repertoire, and glared hurtfully at my neighbor. Jeremy simply gave me a knowing look, and I can't explain exactly how much I hated it when he did that, and pulled my chair to his desk. Did I mention that I was still on said chair? Did I mention that Jeremy is strong? No? Well Jeremy was very strong. And also my English partner. "When you're done ogling the new kid, can you explain to me how the dynamics work in this sentence?" I scowled and decided to forget the happy pair in front row. I don't know why it bugged me so much, but I decided right then and there that Molly was going to be my new best friend. The thought brought a grin to my lips that curled the corners maliciously. Jeremy gave me a look, and shook his head, laughing.
"Dude, you're fuckin' creepy. Y'know that?" I jerked my head up at his comment, and noted the mirth in his eyes as he laughed. I let out a soft chuckle of my own and returned to our work.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
A/N: Omg guys I hope you liked my first chapter! I haven't written anything in almost a year, mostly because I've been sucked into World of Warcraft. Doi, lol!! Who would have thought that moving in with your grandparents for the summer and finding that they have TERRIBLE internet connection would make one want to write so much! :DD
I would absolutely ADORE you all if you R/R!!