Author: Apocalyptic Fruit PM
Mitchell has spent most of high school being bullied. With no friends whatsoever, his life could not be more lonesome. That is until he meets Lorenzo, a boy with similar understandings. But, both boys have the same problem; Josh's gang, a group of bullies that act like they own the school. (warning; slight BxB ch7 onwards)Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Chapters: 13 - Words: 18,878 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 03-28-13 - Published: 09-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3058114
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Well, this chapter was kinda requested by my friend, Lavi the ninja panda, so here it is.
No, it isn't directly important to the story line, but it does include two characters a few of you probably want to know more about; Nick and Fabian.
This chapter is dedicated to EmberLove92, BandNerd98, The Lavilicious Rabbit and P-Nutter; my lovely reviewers. And also to my friends who also helped by giving me ideas.
You guys are awesome, thanks!
The start is set just after Mitchell leaves (start of chapter 4), Fabian is talking to Lorenzo...
"What's wrong, little brother?" Fabian asked, his deep voice laced with concern as he leaned against Lorenzo's bedroom door, peering at his brother, who was still sitting on the floor.
Lorenzo snapped out of his daze and looked at Fabian.
"Nothing, nothing..." he said, fooling his brother into thinking everything was fine.
"What was that kid's name again?" Fabian asked, yawning. He'd said good bye to his friends a few minutes ago and well, those girls could chatter on for hours. It made him tired, but he put up with it because he was a gentleman. Supposedly.
(A/N; no, Fabian wasn't doing anything inappropriate; he was just talking. Get your minds outta the gutter, people!)
"Mitchell... He said he has an older brother, Nick. You remember him?" Lorenzo asked.
Fabian gritted his teeth and coldly replied, "Yes, in fact i do. We knew each other, we used to be friends..."
"Stuff that little boys like you wont understand. Now, are you coming out for dinner or what?" Fabian asked, scowling.
(time skip of a few hours...)
It was now nine o'clock and Fabian was bored. And stuck thinking about Nick.
It brought back memories, memories of their friendship.
"We were so stupid back then, he was always leading me around, doing bad stuff..." he murmured, staring out a window at the dark night sky.
"Two years... I'll never forgive him for what he did, the stupid fool" he added, thinking back to the last time they had truly been friends; at a party, some rich kid's party...
Two years earlier
"You sure this is the place, Nick?" Fabian asked as they both came to a halt, outside a mansion's gate.
Nick grinned and nodded, gesturing with the invite to the mansion.
"It says '168 Ambrosia avenue', dumbass. This is the place. Stop worrying" he replied, poking his tongue out immaturely.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Fabian pressed a button on the intercom and almost immediately, the gate beeped and opened slowly, mechanically.
Nick's grin widened and Fabian could practically hear his thoughts:
'i wonder how hard it'd be to break that thing...'
The two young men (A/N; they're both eighteen and this story is set in England, therefore they are legally allowed to drink)
exchanged glances when they stepped inside the lavish home.
The place practically reeked of millionaire.
"Fabian, how the hell did we get invited to this?! This is fucking awesome!" Nick said quickly but softly.
Fabian chuckled and shrugged.
"You slept with the right girl? I'm joking, i have other friends, y'know"
Nick scowled and followed a butler that showed up and led them to the living room, which was just as richly furnished as the hallway, maybe even more so.
Fabian stood near the door to the living room, looking around the room for one particular person while Nick straight away got himself a glass of champagne, then decided to get Fabian one, too.
He swaggered over to Fabian, who was still looking around, and placed the glass in his hand.
"Champagne, you like?" Nick asked, sipping his own while intently following Fabian's gaze. "Who're ya looking for?"
Fabian's eyes flicked back to Nick and he frowned.
"Gemma, obviously, you twit" he replied scoldingly, but with a slight joking smile.
Nick nodded in understanding and grinned.
Gemma was Fabian's girlfriend.
"Isn't that her over there?"He asked, pointing to a pretty, Russian girl talking with another girl.
Fabian smiled and didn't reply, he simply went to her.
"Well, fancy meeting you here" he said softly, kissing Gemma's hand.
She blushed and smiled.
"Enough of that, Fabian. This is my friend, Maria" she said, introducing him to the other girl who also smiled and nodded.
Nick was bored. He didn't like being bored.
But, luckily he knew a way to stop his boredom; consuming alcohol.
(Four hours later)
At least half of the people there were drunk.
Nick was one of the drunkest, while Fabian was only slightly, though Gemma and her friend were only abit more than him.
"Fae-bee-anne! C'mere" Nick slurred, winking at Maria, who blushed and, going slightly green in the cheeks, stumbled off to the bathroom.
Fabian was sort of distracted, he was busy talking with a rich business man who had the same interests as himself.
"... Why yes. That is exa-" he was interupted by the drunked call of Nick.
"Excuse me" he added, walking to Nick.
"Maria ish really nicesh. I thinksh she likesh me..." Nick slurred in reply.
"If that's all, i'll be going back..." Fabian turned to go, but Nick grabbed the edge of his jacket.
"I'm not finished, so shuddup" Nick said.
"The world ish amaishing. Now you can go, have fun. 'kaysh?"
Fabian tutted and went back to talking with the business man, they eventually moved away from the living room; the man owned the house, so they went to his study, so he could show Fabian some papers.
Meanwhile, Nick had forgotten about Maria, who was still in the bathroom (probably unconscious).
Now, his eyes were on Gemma.
The alcohol made him stupid, but not stupid enough to miss a perfect situation; she was sitting alone and everyone else had moved outside, the weather was nice.
He also forgot that Fabian was her boyfriend.
"Hey" he said, sitting next to her.
Gemma smiled and sipped her champagne.
"Hello, Nick; was it?" she asked.
Nick nodded and leaned forward.
"Yesh, but if ya don't want meh to be him, i can be whoever you want meh to be" he said drunkenly.
Gemma, who was deffinitely intoxicated, blushed and smiled flirtily.
"I don't mind if you're Nick, i though he was pretty hot, actually"
The next thing Nick knew, he was kissing her.
Five minutes later; It all seemed to be going really well, she was checking out his abs when they both heard Fabian drop his glass.
"Nick! You drunken ass! Get your hands off my girlfriend!" he roared, hands shaking.
Nick sullenly pulled his shirt back on and stood.
"I don't fuggin' care what you think, prince Italiano, your-" he was cut off by getting slapped by both Fabian and Gemma.
"Leave Fabian alone, you drunken wretch!" Gemma huffed and stormed out.
Fabian glared at Nick.
"Don't speak, go near or even look at me ever again. Same goes for my girlfriend; don't touch her again, you filthy piece of shit" he spat, going to find his upset girlfriend.
Nick stood still, the harsh words and slaps had sobered him considerabley.
He then slumped to the ground, hating himself.
Fabian found Gemma and managed to comfort her, but soon after, they broke up.
Two years later (current)
Fabian shuddered at the memories.
"And i don't regret my decisions, either. What he did was bad; he was supposed to be my friend!" he muttered to himself, deciding then and there that he'd never look back on the decisions. Ever.
Well, there you have it! Just a filler chapter, but i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!