Don't Fight What's Right (Part 2/8)
Title: Don't Fight What's Right.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,587
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: Thanks a whole lot to gargoyles42 for betaing this for me. Really. :D
Part One: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/433141.html#cutid1
My teacher wasn't happy with me when I walked into the room and disrupted him. He was just introducing what we were going to be learning for the day, but he still looked pissed. I didn't give an apology; I stopped doing that after about the eighth time being late. Instead I just made my way to the back of the room where a desk was always waiting. Everyone knew to keep a desk open for me. That's when I noticed the brunette in the front of the classroom and stopped dead in my tracks.
Our eyes met and he looked scared, like he was afraid of me.
"Mr. Lambert, please take your seat. You've been enough of a distraction already." Kris seemed to mouth something to himself as I slowly shuffled my feet away from him. When I sat down in my seat, the classroom seemed to buzz with whispers. I looked around to see people looking from me to him and back to me again and I quickly dropped my head to the desk, not caring about the pain it inflicted.
Mr. Henderson slammed his yard stick down on his desk to call for attention and my head flew off the desk quickly. I hated that noise. "Enough! Back to Chemistry," he commanded and I just let my head fall to the desk again. My hands pulled my bag off my back and I groped blindly for my journal. I needed to write this down.
Class went by painfully slow and about every ten seconds I was looking over at Kris. He looked to be entranced by the lesson on the board, but I couldn't see his face to verify that.
When the bell finally rang, Kris seemed to jump out of his skin. I laughed lightly and packed up my things before throwing my bag over my shoulder; dragging my feet as I walked past Kris and out of the classroom and into the hallway.
I felt his eyes on my back the entire time.
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School was out, finally. I pulled my keys from my front pocket when I reached the front of the school and pushed past some people that were crowed around the car next to mine. I drive a Ford Mustang; a black convertible with white rims and blue flecks in the paint. It stands out, like I do.
When I finally got to my car, I turned the ignition and the car roared to life before turning into a soft purr. I smiled at the cars beautiful sound. As I reached into the center consul for my CD's, I caught a pair of curious eyes in the rear-view mirror. Who else would they belong to other then Kristopher Allen? I raised my eyebrow at him and he looked away quickly. I shook my head to rid of the scene that seemed to have burned into my mind and put my Tantric CD into the stereo. Letting the bass hit me full force, making the car shake.
I pulled my shades off of the visor above my head and slid them onto my face before putting on my seat belt and pulling out of the parking lot, squealing away just for show.
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Dad was at work, as usual. I probably see him for about two hours each day, unless it's Sunday. He works at this big office somewhere and has really long hours. He gets up and leaves for work before I even get out of bed and he is home about a half hour before dinner. I worry about him sometimes.
Mom stays home with Neil, my four year old brother who is still in preschool. I love my brother to death, but a four year old can get kind of irritating.
When I finally got myself into the house, after greeting my moms dog - a freakin Toy Poodle - and my own dog, Ginger - a Doberman, I was attacked by my little brother who seemed to make a habit of grabbing at my leather jackets and pulling me to my knees so we're closer to the same height.
"Addy!" I despise the nickname.
"Hi, Neil. Where's mom?" I asked and looked over his head toward the kitchen. Mom's usually in there when I get home, making me something to eat because I refuse to eat cafeteria food.
Neil pointed to the kitchen. "In there!" He jumped up and down happily and I stood from my knelt position on the floor. He grabbed my hand and dragged me across the living room and into the kitchen.
"Hi, baby." Mom always calls me that. "How was school?" She asked as I sat down at a bar stool and dropped my bag to the floor. She sat a sandwich in front of me with a hefty pile of chips next to it. I took a chip and chewed thoughtfully.
"A day." This is our code. If I say good, she'll let it stay at that. If I say bad, she'll let me go until I want to talk about it. If I say it was just a day, she knows I need to talk, ASAP.
She understood immediately and sent Neil into his room to watch T.V. He whined, but otherwise complied. "What's bothering you, baby?" She asked and took a seat next to me. She stole a chip of my plate, but I don't mind.
"It's him again." I stated dumbly.
"Him? Oh, do you mean this Kristopher boy?" She raised her eyebrow at me and I shook my head lightly. "Oh? What happened?"
I took a deep breath. I tell my mom everything. "I introduced myself today." I looked over to her to catch that hopeful look on her face. "And he didn't say anything to me. He just turned on his heels and left." I sighed heavily and felt her pull my head to her shoulder, rubbing my back with gentle circles.
"Aw, babe. Maybe he's not worth it." But he is! Oh, he is. The most amazing thing I've ever seen is definitely worth some heartbreak.
But I didn't tell her this. "Oh a happier note," I started, "I think I also made a new friend today." She pushed me away from her shoulder and pushed me to tell more. "Her name’s Allison. She's in my Math class. It was weird. She came up to me out of nowhere and we just talked, nothing real important." I gave her a happy smile. "She gave me a hug goodbye, too."
My mom was bouncing in her seat. I've been a loner throughout High School, after a terrible incident in Junior High. Not one I'd like to remember. "That's great!" She gave me a real hug this time. "Now, eat." She said sternly and walked to the fridge to get me a soda.
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We sat around the dinner table at about ten o'clock, eating something that I don't want to know the name of. I'm a vegetarian, so Mom always leaves the meat out for me. Whatever Mom made tonight, though, had to have meat, so I ate a fruit salad instead.
"How was work?" I asked casually to my father who was sitting across from me. It's not that we don't get along; we're just not on the same page. My father's okay with me being gay, he just doesn't address it. So we never talk about it.
"Fine," he said, and usually that's the end of our conversation. "How was school?"
I looked up from my salad to meet his eyes. "Okay." I said blatantly and filled my mouth with a chopped up apple. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he kept his mouth shut, to my surprise and gratitude.
Then he surprised me again. "Meet anyone at school you like?" I liked how he didn't put in any pronouns. Still in denial, I suppose.
I sighed. "Sort of." I motioned with my fork casually and looked at my mom for help. She kept her eyes down. Thanks Mom.
"What do you mean?" He looked somewhat interested. I sighed and put down my fork.
"Where is this going?" I asked with a tight jaw. We both know that we'll end up yelling at each other if it doesn't stop now. He doesn't seem too worried about that, though.
He mirrored me and set down his own fork before wiping his face with a napkin that was sitting on the table. "I just want to know if my boy has found a good match for him, that's all." His face was masked; I didn't know what he was trying to tell me.
I leaned back in my chair and carefully studied his face. "I don't know if I have or not," I said sternly. "His name's Kris. He's new to the school and the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I don't think he's said a word to anyone at school, so I couldn't tell you what he thinks of me." I said this carefully, watching the mask on his face fall with every word. "Yes, Dad. I like boys still, not changing." He stared at me while I picked up my fork and continued eating my food.
We finished eating in silence; Neil didn't seem to understand why the table was so quiet and tried to get everyone to talk. I picked up my bowl when I was done and grabbed my glass too, I rinsed them in the sink and set them down next to it before going back to the table and pushing my chair in. (We don't excuse ourselves from the table. We just leave.)
I left the room and stalked up the stairs.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,587
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: Thanks a whole lot to gargoyles42 for betaing this for me. Really. :D
Part One: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/433141.html#cutid1
My teacher wasn't happy with me when I walked into the room and disrupted him. He was just introducing what we were going to be learning for the day, but he still looked pissed. I didn't give an apology; I stopped doing that after about the eighth time being late. Instead I just made my way to the back of the room where a desk was always waiting. Everyone knew to keep a desk open for me. That's when I noticed the brunette in the front of the classroom and stopped dead in my tracks.
Our eyes met and he looked scared, like he was afraid of me.
"Mr. Lambert, please take your seat. You've been enough of a distraction already." Kris seemed to mouth something to himself as I slowly shuffled my feet away from him. When I sat down in my seat, the classroom seemed to buzz with whispers. I looked around to see people looking from me to him and back to me again and I quickly dropped my head to the desk, not caring about the pain it inflicted.
Mr. Henderson slammed his yard stick down on his desk to call for attention and my head flew off the desk quickly. I hated that noise. "Enough! Back to Chemistry," he commanded and I just let my head fall to the desk again. My hands pulled my bag off my back and I groped blindly for my journal. I needed to write this down.
Class went by painfully slow and about every ten seconds I was looking over at Kris. He looked to be entranced by the lesson on the board, but I couldn't see his face to verify that.
When the bell finally rang, Kris seemed to jump out of his skin. I laughed lightly and packed up my things before throwing my bag over my shoulder; dragging my feet as I walked past Kris and out of the classroom and into the hallway.
I felt his eyes on my back the entire time.
---
School was out, finally. I pulled my keys from my front pocket when I reached the front of the school and pushed past some people that were crowed around the car next to mine. I drive a Ford Mustang; a black convertible with white rims and blue flecks in the paint. It stands out, like I do.
When I finally got to my car, I turned the ignition and the car roared to life before turning into a soft purr. I smiled at the cars beautiful sound. As I reached into the center consul for my CD's, I caught a pair of curious eyes in the rear-view mirror. Who else would they belong to other then Kristopher Allen? I raised my eyebrow at him and he looked away quickly. I shook my head to rid of the scene that seemed to have burned into my mind and put my Tantric CD into the stereo. Letting the bass hit me full force, making the car shake.
I pulled my shades off of the visor above my head and slid them onto my face before putting on my seat belt and pulling out of the parking lot, squealing away just for show.
---
Dad was at work, as usual. I probably see him for about two hours each day, unless it's Sunday. He works at this big office somewhere and has really long hours. He gets up and leaves for work before I even get out of bed and he is home about a half hour before dinner. I worry about him sometimes.
Mom stays home with Neil, my four year old brother who is still in preschool. I love my brother to death, but a four year old can get kind of irritating.
When I finally got myself into the house, after greeting my moms dog - a freakin Toy Poodle - and my own dog, Ginger - a Doberman, I was attacked by my little brother who seemed to make a habit of grabbing at my leather jackets and pulling me to my knees so we're closer to the same height.
"Addy!" I despise the nickname.
"Hi, Neil. Where's mom?" I asked and looked over his head toward the kitchen. Mom's usually in there when I get home, making me something to eat because I refuse to eat cafeteria food.
Neil pointed to the kitchen. "In there!" He jumped up and down happily and I stood from my knelt position on the floor. He grabbed my hand and dragged me across the living room and into the kitchen.
"Hi, baby." Mom always calls me that. "How was school?" She asked as I sat down at a bar stool and dropped my bag to the floor. She sat a sandwich in front of me with a hefty pile of chips next to it. I took a chip and chewed thoughtfully.
"A day." This is our code. If I say good, she'll let it stay at that. If I say bad, she'll let me go until I want to talk about it. If I say it was just a day, she knows I need to talk, ASAP.
She understood immediately and sent Neil into his room to watch T.V. He whined, but otherwise complied. "What's bothering you, baby?" She asked and took a seat next to me. She stole a chip of my plate, but I don't mind.
"It's him again." I stated dumbly.
"Him? Oh, do you mean this Kristopher boy?" She raised her eyebrow at me and I shook my head lightly. "Oh? What happened?"
I took a deep breath. I tell my mom everything. "I introduced myself today." I looked over to her to catch that hopeful look on her face. "And he didn't say anything to me. He just turned on his heels and left." I sighed heavily and felt her pull my head to her shoulder, rubbing my back with gentle circles.
"Aw, babe. Maybe he's not worth it." But he is! Oh, he is. The most amazing thing I've ever seen is definitely worth some heartbreak.
But I didn't tell her this. "Oh a happier note," I started, "I think I also made a new friend today." She pushed me away from her shoulder and pushed me to tell more. "Her name’s Allison. She's in my Math class. It was weird. She came up to me out of nowhere and we just talked, nothing real important." I gave her a happy smile. "She gave me a hug goodbye, too."
My mom was bouncing in her seat. I've been a loner throughout High School, after a terrible incident in Junior High. Not one I'd like to remember. "That's great!" She gave me a real hug this time. "Now, eat." She said sternly and walked to the fridge to get me a soda.
---
We sat around the dinner table at about ten o'clock, eating something that I don't want to know the name of. I'm a vegetarian, so Mom always leaves the meat out for me. Whatever Mom made tonight, though, had to have meat, so I ate a fruit salad instead.
"How was work?" I asked casually to my father who was sitting across from me. It's not that we don't get along; we're just not on the same page. My father's okay with me being gay, he just doesn't address it. So we never talk about it.
"Fine," he said, and usually that's the end of our conversation. "How was school?"
I looked up from my salad to meet his eyes. "Okay." I said blatantly and filled my mouth with a chopped up apple. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he kept his mouth shut, to my surprise and gratitude.
Then he surprised me again. "Meet anyone at school you like?" I liked how he didn't put in any pronouns. Still in denial, I suppose.
I sighed. "Sort of." I motioned with my fork casually and looked at my mom for help. She kept her eyes down. Thanks Mom.
"What do you mean?" He looked somewhat interested. I sighed and put down my fork.
"Where is this going?" I asked with a tight jaw. We both know that we'll end up yelling at each other if it doesn't stop now. He doesn't seem too worried about that, though.
He mirrored me and set down his own fork before wiping his face with a napkin that was sitting on the table. "I just want to know if my boy has found a good match for him, that's all." His face was masked; I didn't know what he was trying to tell me.
I leaned back in my chair and carefully studied his face. "I don't know if I have or not," I said sternly. "His name's Kris. He's new to the school and the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I don't think he's said a word to anyone at school, so I couldn't tell you what he thinks of me." I said this carefully, watching the mask on his face fall with every word. "Yes, Dad. I like boys still, not changing." He stared at me while I picked up my fork and continued eating my food.
We finished eating in silence; Neil didn't seem to understand why the table was so quiet and tried to get everyone to talk. I picked up my bowl when I was done and grabbed my glass too, I rinsed them in the sink and set them down next to it before going back to the table and pushing my chair in. (We don't excuse ourselves from the table. We just leave.)
I left the room and stalked up the stairs.