A/N: For some reason, I had fun writing this chapter o.o; Yeah, I know, I know... I'm bad at updating regularly T-T I'm sorry I made you wait this long!! All right, well, this is for the sick Fullmetal (.Mason) who caught the *gasp* SWINE FLU?!?! O: No, just kidding. She only has a fever ;D Date: 5th of May. She will be better by tomorrow, all right, kiddies~? o.o;
Word Count: 2,135
"Aiden, honey, wake up!" Nina yelled up the steps. "It's seven-fifteen! Time for school, sweetheart!"
"No!" Aiden shouted, and buried his face in his pillow. "Five more minutes!"
"Aiden Christopher Coffer, you get up right now or you're going to be late for school!" she yelled back, irritated. "If you don't get up, I'm just going to bring Ivy to school and leave you to take the bus!"
"Nobody cares!" Aiden hollered, but rolled out of bed as he heard angry footsteps coming up the steps. The door flew open and Nina stood there.
"Oh, good, you're already up," she said, and smiled. "I made breakfast this morning, so no PopTarts!"
"Ew, gross, you made breakfast?" Aiden gagged. "Why can't I just put PopTarts in the toaster?"
"Because somebody broke the toaster yesterday," Nina answered, shrugging. "I can't get it to work, and neither can Ivy. I don't know what's wrong with it."
"Yeah, me either," Aiden lied hastily. "Well, I'm going to get ready, so you can leave now."
"All right, but I want you downstairs in five minutes!" With that, his mother slammed the door shut and went back downstairs.
"Crazy," Aiden muttered under his breath.
***
"Morning!" came a bubbly voice from behind. Aiden sighed, knowing it was Casper. He took the last of the books from his locker, shoved them in his backpack, and closed the door.
"Hey," Aiden grumbled, and turned around to lean against his locker. "What are you doing?"
"My locker's across from yours, remember?" Casper said, smiling brightly.
"Right… Since when?" Aiden asked. He raked a hand through his poorly brushed red hair.
"Since, like, forever. The beginning of the year, idiot," Casper told him, as his smile morphed into a frown. "You never noticed?"
"Sorry, I kind of avoided that side because of all the negative energy that radiated from it." Aiden smirked and shoved a hand in his pocket. "My bad."
"Yes, your bad," Casper scoffed, crossing his arms. "You're really rude, you know that?"
"Tell me something I don't know." His new boyfriend rolled his eyes in response. Aiden's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he plucked it out.
"Text message?" Casper asked, trying to stand on his tiptoes and look over at the screen.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Aiden grumbled, moving away so the blonde couldn't see his phone.
"Yes, I would, that's why I asked!" Casper whined. He grabbed Aiden's sleeve and tugged on it. "Please?!"
"It's just something from Michael, nothing special, okay? And would you quit hanging on me? It's seriously uncomfortable."
"I don't recall you minding yesterday—!"
"Okay, okay! Please, stop?"
"Wow, did you just say 'please'? I think I'm about to die of pure shock! I didn't even know you possessed manners."
"Haha, really funny, Homo. I'm dying of laughter." Aiden stuck his tongues out sarcastically.
"Yes, well," Casper sighed, and grabbed his backpack off of the ground where he left it. "I'm going to head to class, all right? See you later?"
"Maybe," Aiden murmured. Casper took that as an 'okay' and headed off to his first class with a simple wave. Aiden opened up his text message from Michael.
From: Michael
Message: Whoa, you're, like, NOT kidding, are you? o.o;
Even though it was from yesterday, Aiden still felt compelled to reply.
To: Michael
Message: Would I joke about something like this? =_= I'm glad you trust me.
Aiden closed his phone, and put it in his pocket, expecting no reply until later. To his surprise, it buzzed again in about ten seconds. Sighing, he just plucked the phone from his pocket and opened it.
From: Michael
Message: WHOA O: Cool~
Cool? How was the fact that he was attracted to the same gender cool? Aiden furrowed his brows as he typed a message back.
To: Michael
Message: Please explain to me how this is 'cool' even in the least bit =_= Realizing you're gay isn't something to leap for joy for!! O: (And don't you have anything better to do than text your apparently gay friend?)
From: Michael
Message: Well, I was always waiting for to realize you were gay (And, no, I really don't right now. I'm in the car with my mom and I'm in the backseat where she can't see me :3)
To: Michael
Message: Is it just you or did everyone think I was gay and was just waiting for me to find out? (Your mom's going to kill you when she finds out, by the way.)
From: Michael
Message: Yeah, that's pretty much it. You did kind of give off a gay vibe. I mean, I'm your best friend!! I think I'd be able to tell if you were gay, too. It's sort of like… a best friend instinct. Either that, or I can see the future. (But she's not looking NOW, is she?)
To: Michael
Message: You know what, talk to you at school, okay? Hurry and get here and stop texting me. BEFORE your luck runs out and your mom suddenly turns around and catches you. :P See you later.
From: Michael
Message: It's the luck of the Irish, buddy!! It'll NEVER fucking run out. And, yeah, talk to you at school~!! TTYL.
***
"What took you so long?" Aiden hissed as his friend sat next to him in English class. Michael arranged his books and pencils on his desk in his freaky neat-freak way before replying.
"Traffic," he answered simply. "Lots and lots of red lights."
"I bet," Aiden grumbled, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the board and the teacher.
"Now!" began the teacher. "This is the last week of school! But, it's still school and it counts in the future, so no slacking off." He narrowed his eyes at Aiden and Michael, to which the comment was obviously aimed at. All the students snickered while Michael blushed profusely and Aiden twirled around with his pencil. "Aiden Coffer!"
"Yeah?" Aiden asked, looking up.
"It's 'yes, sir!' not 'yeah?', okay? And is a pencil really more interesting than me?" the teacher inquired, putting a hand on his hip.
"Do you want me to answer honestly or say what a good student would say?" Aiden questioned innocently. The teacher smacked his face with his palm and rubbed his temples.
"You know what, I don't have the patience to deal with you anymore. Just… try and pay attention, all right?"
"Yes, sir!" Aiden barked, and did a military salute mockingly. The teacher rolled his eyes and began writing something on the board.
"Nice going, idiot," Michael whispered, and pretended like he was taking notes.
"I'm not anymore interested in this than you are, all right? I just express my disinterest more freely," Aiden said, shrugging.
"So… want to explain to me your latest wild escapade, Aiden Jones?" Michael joked, smirking.
"It was a compulsive kiss?" Aiden failed to come up with an explanation and decided that would probably be the best one to say.
"Like, was it just a kiss, like just lips or totally open-mouth?" Michael asked, wanting all of the details.
"Is it really any of your business? And since when have you turned into a chick? Only girls would want to know miniscule details like that."
"Yes, it's totally my business. And, if you don't tell me, I know your little boyfriend will. He seems one who would explain to me in wonderful and elaborate detail."
"Don't you even try to ask him, or else I'll wring your fucking neck out… Well, I'm not trying to change the subject at all, but did you hear about Eric and Tristan?" Michael's eyes widened, and he shook his head.
"No!" he whispered loudly. "Are they together now or something?!"
"That's what Tristan's little sister said," Aiden elaborated. "Well, it was Marci, and she has been known to exaggerate, so I honestly don't know."
"Oh… No, I haven't heard. And, stop trying to drive this conversation away from you, mister! Tell me, who kissed who?"
"I kissed him, and then Ivy saw, and then he kissed me… and then we 'watched' cartoons and my mom and his mom walked in on us 'kissing'."
"Ooh! Very interesting." Michael's eyes glinted with amusement. "That's one of the more interesting escapades of yours."
"They're all interesting."
"Like the time you set the toaster on fire?"
"That was an accident, okay? Jesus Christ! No one's going to let me live that down."
"Of course not. It was funny! I think that if you wrote a book about your life, like, an autobiography or something, it'd be a best-seller."
"Why? The Misery and Woe of the Gay Aiden Coffer. Oh, yeah, I'd totally buy that book!"
"I would, too!"
"… I was joking."
"I wasn't! I mean, I so totally would buy it. I'd be in it! That'd be, like, the best book ever."
"Do you find this amusing or are you really that stupid?" Michael stuck his tongue out at his best friend and actually started to take notes as their conversation dwindled. Aiden huffed and decided doodling in his binder would be able to cure his boredom.
***
Aiden headed back to the janitor's closet, hoping to score some tissues this week. Hell, maybe even two boxes! It was the last week of school and he was feeling generous. He opened the door, only to find Tristan curled in a ball… again.
"Nice to see you again," Aiden said, stepping in and closing the door. "Still hiding out?"
"Yes," Tristan mumbled, his face still buried in his legs. "I don't like gym! It's embarrassing. All the other guys can do, like, twenty chin-ups and I can't even do one! And then everybody laughs. Stupid gym..."
"If it makes you feel any better, I would probably laugh too if I were in your gym class," Aiden said, and shrugged. He flipped the light on and searched for the tissues. "You should be glad I'm not. I would totally be laughing my ass off or something."
"That doesn't help!" Tristan sobbed, shaking his head.
"Well, the gym teacher is kind of like a drill sergeant, anyway," Aiden offered. Paper towels… no, he brought them last week. A mop… no, that wouldn't help in the art class… Where were the tissues hidden?!
"She doesn't like me. I swear to God she has it out for me!" the brunette whined. "How many chin-ups can you do, Aiden?"
"In a minute?"
"Yeah."
"Um… twenty? I don't know. Maybe more…?"
"You're supposed to be comforting me! Not making me feel like a piece of crap!"
"Well, then just run to Eric and cry to him about it."
"Why would I do that?" Tristan looked up and narrowed his eyes and Aiden. "He probably wouldn't help, either."
"Well, aren't you two dating?" Aiden asked nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal, even though he was dying to know. This must be what Michael feels like, he thought.
"No… What would give you that idea? Are you trying to insinuate something?"
"No, I was just asking. Your sister told me something about you and Eric becoming something that was more than just friends."
"Marci did? How do you know my sister? You're not some kind of creepy pedophile, are you?!"
"Yeah, I'm a hardcore pedophile who enjoys victimizing children. No, I'm not a pedophile. God, and if I was, I don't think would stalk your spazz of a little sister. She would probably spray me with a can of pepper spray before I got the chance to explain myself. My sister, Ivy, is friends with her."
"Oh, you're Ivy's brother?"
"Yes… why?"
"Whenever she comes over she always complains about her gay older brother… I guess that's you. Oh, and thanks a lot! I had to give Michael five dollars today! There goes lunch."
"Hey, don't turn this on me! We're discussing you're apparent gayness, all right? What I did this weekend is strictly off-limits in this closet."
"No, we're not dating. She just walked in on us researching. There was only one chair, so we shared, and she assumed stuff. She told my parents, and they, being the homophobes they are, just like freaked."
"Oh… so you two aren't gay for each other?"
"Ugh, gross, no. Eric is really nice, and sweet, and funny, and… well, that's not the point!" Aiden raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. "If I dated him for real and my parents found out, I'd be a dead man."
"That's fucked up, and, hey—! How come I wasn't invited to do researched with you guys?"
"Well, number one, we'd thought you wouldn't get any work done. Number two, if we had you over, we'd have to invite Casper, too. And then that would be bad because you two are always at each other's throats."
"We're not 'at each other's throats', as you so kindly put it, Emo."
"Shall we recall the wonderful library incident? Who got kicked out of the library for fighting, hmm? Because it sure as hell wasn't me!"
"… Touché."
A/N: Ah, I'm so evil for ending it there... Teehee~ . Don't worry, I just caught the 'INSPIRATION' bug, so be on the look out!! Review? Favorite? Comment? Constructive Critz? Yeah, I haven't written in, like, FOREVER so I feel like my grammar is slipping down the drain XDD This was totally and completely spell-checked, and a grammar-check was attempted!! By the way... I think I LOVE Michael~ ^-^ He needs more LOVES.