Chapter One: Holy Jesus Holding A Biscuit!

AN: So welcome to the second installment of "Primary Colours".

If you're just now joining me, you need to read "Red" or you won't understand anything in this story. It's only five chappys and twenty MicroWord pages long.

If you're reading this because you liked Red… God bless you.

This fic tells the story of Justin's sophomore year. Again, if you want an idea of what happens, feel free to read "Primary Colours", the rough (and I do mean rough), condensed draft of this series.

If you want a formal introduction to Justin and find out what happened with him and Chris before Chris moved (because believe me, there are a lot of references and I'm not explaining them all) read "He Paints His World In Black And White". Almost everyone liked it, so you probably won't be wasting your time!

For anyone who likes to listen to the music that I listened to while writing this when they read it (I really hope that made sense to someone other than me…), I was listening to "St. Jimmy" by Green Day. So yeah.


Because Mum is the most awesome person in the history of the world, she allowed me to transfer schools in the fall. So on September 1, I rode in the car for almost an hour before finally arriving at South Raleigh Secondary School.

Allow me to bore you with the general idea of South Raleigh. It's a small school, graduating only about one hundred students every year. And the second I walked into the administrative office I was informed that I would have to cut my hair.

That sucked. I'd had short hair before and I have to say that it made me look like a rather unattractive girl. At least with long hair I looked kind of cute. But whatever, moving on.

I didn't think much of their uniforms, either. There was no real distinction between the girl's uniform and the boy's uniform. Boys wore black slacks and a white shirt with a black necktie, and girls wore black slacks with a white blouse. They could wear a long black skirt but few did.

I swear, the whole school looked like a funeral.

They wouldn't let me wear the girl's uniform, either. So basically I didn't feel much like me. I did take the tie off first chance I got, though.

My first class was gym. Oh joy, right. Interestingly enough, the second I walked into the locker room I realized that people were talking about me.

"Did you see the new guy?" a boy with messy brown hair that fell to his shoulders in a way that suggested that he had simply been too lazy to get it cut said to the boy beside him.

"The little one with kind of short blonde hair?" the other boy asked.


"Dude, that's a girl."

"No way, man."

"Yeah. She wasn't wearing a tie. Besides, c'mon, she may be flat-chested, but she's too adorable to be a boy."

"Adorable? She looks like a baby monkey."

Ouch. I did have feelings, you know.

"So you say. I think she's cute."

"You think all girls are cute, Garret."

I cleared my throat and they looked around, staring in shock for a moment before the first guy burst out, "What the hell are you doing in here? This is a boy's locker room!"

I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. Garret's jaw dropped. I opened the blouse to show my flat, male chest. Garret's jaw really dropped then.

"I'm a boy," I said.

"Sick," the first boy said, but Garret shrugged.

"Why aren't you wearing a tie?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I wear a tie. Besides, I like girl's clothing better, and this was the closest I could get to that." "Are you… you know?" Garret asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"Oi, Jerry, you're in luck!" the first boy shouted and a boy at the other side of the room turned around.

Oh my God, he was beautiful. And not typical beautiful, he was a fucking muse! His black hair brushed his shoulders and his bright green eyes pierced through me and oh my God, he was half naked. He still had his slacks on but his entire upper body was naked. He was beautifully pale and not too muscular but not too scrawny either. He had very defined hipbones and a light dusting of hair trailed down to the waistband of his pants.

Oh, please, don't let me get hard here.

"Shut up, Weed," Jerry said to the boy who I gathered was… Weed… odd.

"Whatever, I'm out of here. I'm not sharing a locker room with… him," Weed (his name puzzled me) said, walking past me and out of the locker room. Garret rolled his eyes.

"Don't mind him. He's a notorious homophobe," Garret said.

"Um… why do they call him Weed?" I asked. Garret laughed.

"Because he tokes it up every chance he gets. His real name is Perry."

Tokes it up? What does that mean?

Jerry (Jerry, Perry, what was it with these names?) walked by at that point, fixing me with another penetrating glance before leaving the room, now fully dressed in his gym uniform.

"And what about Jerry? Was Weed just making fun of him or is he really..."

"Oh, like something you saw?" Garret asked and I blushed. "Yeah, Jerry's gay. Well, bi, really. But he's really selective. He's hot and he knows it so he only dates people he considers to be worthy of him."

"You think he's hot? But you're not gay, are you? Weed said you liked girls."

"I'll swing anyway they want it," Garret said with a smile. "But as far as I know it's just me and him, and now you. And I'm not nearly good-looking enough for Jerry."

I didn't want to say it, but he was kind of right. He was a little on the pudgy side, with quite a lot of acne. His red hair curled like a Brillo pad and his ears were a little too close to his head.

Actually, do you remember the catcher from the movie, The Sandlot? The Great Hambino or something? Yeah, he kind of looked like him.

"But you… he'll probably go for you," he said.

"I'm not really looking for anyone right now," I muttered.

"Yeah well, love can find you when you least expect it," he said with a shrug.

Didn't I know it.


AN: This chappy took me a really long time, since I made Justin wear boy's clothing and that meant I had totweak the way I introduced Garret and Perry (no wonder he goes by Weed, right?). I don't know if Perry is even a first name… I know a Tiffany Perry… But that's not the same thing. Oh well. In the end the scenario was about the same, anyway.

I also took out the bit about Jerry asking (or rather demanding) that Justin go on a date with him, because I want to go into it more smoothly. I really liked Jerry's character, and I want to explore him a bit more.

Even though the only big changes I made in this story were those of omission, I still feel like this version is much better than the original.

Please review. Reviews would mean so much to me since this is a rewrite.

I still miss Rin...

♥'s and X-Rated Thoughts—Luci-chan