Don't Fight What's Right (Part 4/8)
Title: Don't Fight What's Right.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,716
Beta: gargoyles42
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: My dear readers! I'm sorry to say that I will not be near a computer for three days. D: But I will have a note book to write in if inspiration comes. ;D So, enjoy the fourth installment! (This was kind of rushed, too. I wanted to be able to get this up for you guys before I left. ;D)
As expected, Kris never said a word. What did surprise me, though, was that he kept eye contact the entire time I sat next to him. I told him my name, again, and let him know that I knew his name too. The rest of the time we just sat there, staring at one another.
His eyes were deep, much more so then I would have expected. I spoke every now and then, but it was always just filler. I knew better then to ask him questions, because that's just idiotic. He wouldn’t answer and it would only frustrate me, so I settled for just being able to look at him. He seemed to take the same privilege because his eyes rarely left my body. They never strayed from my own eyes for too long, though.
By this time, he was sitting up, cross-legged, and was facing me. This probably looked like some kind of staring contest from the outside in, but we were just testing each other. Looking as deep as we could into the other, before they put up a wall to shield their inner beings; mine always seemed to go up first.
Then the bell rang and neither of us seemed to want to move. Finally, Allison bounded over to us and held her hand out to me. "Come on, dude. We have Math next." I took her hand but kept my eyes trained on Kris, who seemed content to stay on the grass.
"Right," I said to Allison before I turned back to the boy in the grass. I held my hand out to him, offering to help him up. For a moment, it looked like he was going to refuse my offer, but instead he took my hand and I lifted him off the ground. He's heavier then I thought. "See you," I said casually and he gave me on jerky nod before releasing my hand and rushing across the grounds.
Allison rapped her arms around my waist and squealed. "That went well!" She squeezed me once before letting go and gripping my hand. "Let's go, superstar. We've got a class to get to." I groaned, but let her drag me off to class.
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The rest of the day buzzed by quickly. Allison and I had walked to where we had the day before, stopped in that hall, and she gave me another bone crushing hug goodbye. My arms were a little tighter on her shoulders this time.
When I finally got to my car, it felt like all of the days events were finally catching up with me. I reached my car and hit the unlock button on the remote before opening up the back door and flinging my bag into the back.
I noticed him then. Kris was leaning against the car next to mine. Well, alright, more of a truck, but a tiny one at that. He was watching me carefully and I knitted my eyebrows at him. I watched as he through his bag into the back of the truck, which I assume is his, and turned to get into the cab. Did he always park next to me? No, I think I would have noticed. Before he pulled away, I caught a small smile on his face.
I sighed. I really have no idea what's going on here.
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When I got home, Mom told me that Dad wasn't going to be home tonight and won't be back until next Tuesday. (It's Friday, which gives me a couple days to not suffocate in his shadow.) Something about a meeting in Chicago, or whatever; to be honest, I don't really care. I'm starting to think of the man as more of my sperm donor then a father, really.
To make things a little weirder, Neil was clinging to me more then usual. The boy clung to my tight pant leg from the moment I walked in the door. He was begging me to play board games with him - Candy Land! Who can deny a game of Candy Land? - and video games and all these other things. By the time dinner rolled around, I swear I had played every possible game we could in this house.
It was a simple dinner - mashed potatoes and gravy, salad, and some kind of veggie - but I still wasn't hungry. Mom was obviously worried about me, because she literally tried to shove the potatoes down my throat and managed to get gravy on my shirt. "Way to go!" I shouted but laughed at the whole situation a few moments later.
"So, tell me. What's on your mind?" she had asked while we were doing the dishes later that night. I shrugged and she pushed more. "Come one, something's bugging you." That's was an understatement.
I rinsed the plate in my hands and set it in the drainer carefully before answering her. "I talked to him today." Somehow we managed to just call Kris "him" in this house and everything makes sense. "He still didn't say anything, but I talked to him."
She handed me a cup. "How'd that go?" she inquired.
I shrugged. "We sat together at lunch and just sort of... stared at each other. It sounds weird, but it wasn't, at all." The dreamy sigh that escaped my lips caused my mother to giggle at me. I stuck my hand in the sink and flung some bubbles at her.
After her squealing fest was over, she spoke. "Did he tell you anything? Not with words, but by just looking at him?" I could tell she was getting serious.
"Well, I guess. The way he looked at me said he wanted to say something, but couldn't." I guess that's what his look meant...
I turned the water off and she drained the sink. We both wiped our hands on the hand towel and leaned against the counter. "It's a start. Just continue whatever it is your doing." We exchanged hugs and moved up the stairs to get ready for bed.
I have a lot to write about in my journal today.
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It's Saturday.
Being woken up at eight in the morning is not how I planned it, but once I remembered today was the day me and my mom are going to the salon, my mood boosted. I had explained everything I wanted down to the last detail to my mother and she agreed with me one hundred percent. My nails were going to be painted black, as always, but the tips were going to be blue. (Mother's idea, not that I don't think it's cool.) My hair's getting trimmed and re-dyed and I swear I'm just going to look fierce.
Though I don't mind being woken up this early for such an event, the manner in which I was woken up was brutal. Mom had sent Neil, the most annoying creature in the world at ungodly hours in the morning. He came in singing something about Bob the Builder and jumped on my stomach. I didn't eat breakfast that morning because my stomach hurt so bad.
Our appointment was at one thirty, so I had plenty of time to get around to getting ready, and Mom was done before me, as usual. When we finally left, Neil was bouncing in his car seat. Mom had promised him to go to Chuck E. Cheeses if he would behave at the salon. Luckily, he had listened.
The woman who did my hair was admiring each individual strand, I swear. It took at least an hour for her to trim it and even start applying the three colors I wanted other then the black. By the time we were done, I swear the woman had given me every compliment in the book and slipped her number in my jacket pocket before we left. She had to be at least forty.
"Well, that was interesting," Mom said and I scoffed at her. After a gentle shove in the shoulder she was struck by an idea. "Wanna go get something to eat before we take the monster off to Chuck E. Cheeses?" I shrugged and she made up our minds. "I'm dying for some Chinese food." Ew, Chinese.
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The day went by slowly, but my mind was so locked on other things that I didn't even notice. We had taken Neil to Chuck E. Cheeses and that had lasted a whole two seconds before he was arguing with me about not getting the right amount of tokens. Then he was arguing with a kid at one of the games and before I knew it Mom and I were squeezing through the back door after an unfortunate mishap with one of the arcade games and Neil’s belt. Long story.
By the time we got home, it was nearly eleven P.M. and Neil was fast asleep in the back. Dad's car was in the driveway, which meant his trip ended early and everyone was going to be in for a shit-storm.
When we walked in, we all braced ourselves for the inevitable. (Well, all except Neil who was passed out in my arms because I couldn't even get him awake enough to walk to his room.) The house was deadly quiet and it scared me shitless. That's when Dad walked out of the kitchen, bear bottle in hand and tie loosened around his neck, with a silly smile on his face. Fuck, the man’s drunk.
I looked to Mom and she ushered me up the stairs to tuck Neil in to bed. Dad's always been a mean drunk, I've known that sense I was a kid, but he's never been violent with anything but the walls. He's done some damage to the drywall, serious damage. My sperm donor scares me when he's intoxicated, and that's putting it lightly.
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I tucked Neil into bed, after pulling of his cloths and sliding him into a pair of pajamas. He was too far asleep to even notice.
Then I finally ducked out of his room and crept down the stairs; the silence from the house overwhelming me. Was there really no yelling and fist pounding? I walked into the kitchen to see both of my parents sitting at the kitchen table, both smiling, and I knew that everything was alright. And I wasn't about to ask what was going on; afraid that it would ruin the peace.
So, instead I gave them my goodnight wishes before bolting back up the stairs and into the bathroom I shared with my little brother to take a shower and rid myself of today's makeup.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,716
Beta: gargoyles42
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: My dear readers! I'm sorry to say that I will not be near a computer for three days. D: But I will have a note book to write in if inspiration comes. ;D So, enjoy the fourth installment! (This was kind of rushed, too. I wanted to be able to get this up for you guys before I left. ;D)
As expected, Kris never said a word. What did surprise me, though, was that he kept eye contact the entire time I sat next to him. I told him my name, again, and let him know that I knew his name too. The rest of the time we just sat there, staring at one another.
His eyes were deep, much more so then I would have expected. I spoke every now and then, but it was always just filler. I knew better then to ask him questions, because that's just idiotic. He wouldn’t answer and it would only frustrate me, so I settled for just being able to look at him. He seemed to take the same privilege because his eyes rarely left my body. They never strayed from my own eyes for too long, though.
By this time, he was sitting up, cross-legged, and was facing me. This probably looked like some kind of staring contest from the outside in, but we were just testing each other. Looking as deep as we could into the other, before they put up a wall to shield their inner beings; mine always seemed to go up first.
Then the bell rang and neither of us seemed to want to move. Finally, Allison bounded over to us and held her hand out to me. "Come on, dude. We have Math next." I took her hand but kept my eyes trained on Kris, who seemed content to stay on the grass.
"Right," I said to Allison before I turned back to the boy in the grass. I held my hand out to him, offering to help him up. For a moment, it looked like he was going to refuse my offer, but instead he took my hand and I lifted him off the ground. He's heavier then I thought. "See you," I said casually and he gave me on jerky nod before releasing my hand and rushing across the grounds.
Allison rapped her arms around my waist and squealed. "That went well!" She squeezed me once before letting go and gripping my hand. "Let's go, superstar. We've got a class to get to." I groaned, but let her drag me off to class.
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The rest of the day buzzed by quickly. Allison and I had walked to where we had the day before, stopped in that hall, and she gave me another bone crushing hug goodbye. My arms were a little tighter on her shoulders this time.
When I finally got to my car, it felt like all of the days events were finally catching up with me. I reached my car and hit the unlock button on the remote before opening up the back door and flinging my bag into the back.
I noticed him then. Kris was leaning against the car next to mine. Well, alright, more of a truck, but a tiny one at that. He was watching me carefully and I knitted my eyebrows at him. I watched as he through his bag into the back of the truck, which I assume is his, and turned to get into the cab. Did he always park next to me? No, I think I would have noticed. Before he pulled away, I caught a small smile on his face.
I sighed. I really have no idea what's going on here.
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When I got home, Mom told me that Dad wasn't going to be home tonight and won't be back until next Tuesday. (It's Friday, which gives me a couple days to not suffocate in his shadow.) Something about a meeting in Chicago, or whatever; to be honest, I don't really care. I'm starting to think of the man as more of my sperm donor then a father, really.
To make things a little weirder, Neil was clinging to me more then usual. The boy clung to my tight pant leg from the moment I walked in the door. He was begging me to play board games with him - Candy Land! Who can deny a game of Candy Land? - and video games and all these other things. By the time dinner rolled around, I swear I had played every possible game we could in this house.
It was a simple dinner - mashed potatoes and gravy, salad, and some kind of veggie - but I still wasn't hungry. Mom was obviously worried about me, because she literally tried to shove the potatoes down my throat and managed to get gravy on my shirt. "Way to go!" I shouted but laughed at the whole situation a few moments later.
"So, tell me. What's on your mind?" she had asked while we were doing the dishes later that night. I shrugged and she pushed more. "Come one, something's bugging you." That's was an understatement.
I rinsed the plate in my hands and set it in the drainer carefully before answering her. "I talked to him today." Somehow we managed to just call Kris "him" in this house and everything makes sense. "He still didn't say anything, but I talked to him."
She handed me a cup. "How'd that go?" she inquired.
I shrugged. "We sat together at lunch and just sort of... stared at each other. It sounds weird, but it wasn't, at all." The dreamy sigh that escaped my lips caused my mother to giggle at me. I stuck my hand in the sink and flung some bubbles at her.
After her squealing fest was over, she spoke. "Did he tell you anything? Not with words, but by just looking at him?" I could tell she was getting serious.
"Well, I guess. The way he looked at me said he wanted to say something, but couldn't." I guess that's what his look meant...
I turned the water off and she drained the sink. We both wiped our hands on the hand towel and leaned against the counter. "It's a start. Just continue whatever it is your doing." We exchanged hugs and moved up the stairs to get ready for bed.
I have a lot to write about in my journal today.
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It's Saturday.
Being woken up at eight in the morning is not how I planned it, but once I remembered today was the day me and my mom are going to the salon, my mood boosted. I had explained everything I wanted down to the last detail to my mother and she agreed with me one hundred percent. My nails were going to be painted black, as always, but the tips were going to be blue. (Mother's idea, not that I don't think it's cool.) My hair's getting trimmed and re-dyed and I swear I'm just going to look fierce.
Though I don't mind being woken up this early for such an event, the manner in which I was woken up was brutal. Mom had sent Neil, the most annoying creature in the world at ungodly hours in the morning. He came in singing something about Bob the Builder and jumped on my stomach. I didn't eat breakfast that morning because my stomach hurt so bad.
Our appointment was at one thirty, so I had plenty of time to get around to getting ready, and Mom was done before me, as usual. When we finally left, Neil was bouncing in his car seat. Mom had promised him to go to Chuck E. Cheeses if he would behave at the salon. Luckily, he had listened.
The woman who did my hair was admiring each individual strand, I swear. It took at least an hour for her to trim it and even start applying the three colors I wanted other then the black. By the time we were done, I swear the woman had given me every compliment in the book and slipped her number in my jacket pocket before we left. She had to be at least forty.
"Well, that was interesting," Mom said and I scoffed at her. After a gentle shove in the shoulder she was struck by an idea. "Wanna go get something to eat before we take the monster off to Chuck E. Cheeses?" I shrugged and she made up our minds. "I'm dying for some Chinese food." Ew, Chinese.
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The day went by slowly, but my mind was so locked on other things that I didn't even notice. We had taken Neil to Chuck E. Cheeses and that had lasted a whole two seconds before he was arguing with me about not getting the right amount of tokens. Then he was arguing with a kid at one of the games and before I knew it Mom and I were squeezing through the back door after an unfortunate mishap with one of the arcade games and Neil’s belt. Long story.
By the time we got home, it was nearly eleven P.M. and Neil was fast asleep in the back. Dad's car was in the driveway, which meant his trip ended early and everyone was going to be in for a shit-storm.
When we walked in, we all braced ourselves for the inevitable. (Well, all except Neil who was passed out in my arms because I couldn't even get him awake enough to walk to his room.) The house was deadly quiet and it scared me shitless. That's when Dad walked out of the kitchen, bear bottle in hand and tie loosened around his neck, with a silly smile on his face. Fuck, the man’s drunk.
I looked to Mom and she ushered me up the stairs to tuck Neil in to bed. Dad's always been a mean drunk, I've known that sense I was a kid, but he's never been violent with anything but the walls. He's done some damage to the drywall, serious damage. My sperm donor scares me when he's intoxicated, and that's putting it lightly.
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I tucked Neil into bed, after pulling of his cloths and sliding him into a pair of pajamas. He was too far asleep to even notice.
Then I finally ducked out of his room and crept down the stairs; the silence from the house overwhelming me. Was there really no yelling and fist pounding? I walked into the kitchen to see both of my parents sitting at the kitchen table, both smiling, and I knew that everything was alright. And I wasn't about to ask what was going on; afraid that it would ruin the peace.
So, instead I gave them my goodnight wishes before bolting back up the stairs and into the bathroom I shared with my little brother to take a shower and rid myself of today's makeup.