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Title: My so called....
Rating: NC:17
Warning: Slash/Minor Chan/Seme/Uke theme
Pairing: Colin/Jared for now
AN: These people I do not know and I do not own them and I am not sure about their sexuality. I was inspired by My So Called life and Jared and Colin's age difference.
Can we spell angst
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Colin looked in the rear view mirror that was in the front. He combed back his hair that was already a disarray but he really didn't give a fuck. He showered and hadn't smoked all morning so he wouldn't smell like fags his first day of school.
Cols looked at his best friend that was beside him in the back seat of his brothers 1970 green Convertible Buick LeSabre. It was a peice of shit but Colin loved it.
His best friend, Cillian, shoved him over so he could look into the mirror and fix his own hair that became messy with the rolled down windows. This was going to be their first day in St. Rita Catholic school and they wanted to look respectable. Yeah, fucking right.
His and Cill's family own a few CLOTHED FOR MEN shops together. They had all decided that with all the money they were making they should pack up and start it in America. L.A was what they all decided on. Cols didn't mind because he had his family and his best friend and in the end that is all a fucking man needs.
"Oy, listen kiddies. These are the rules: No fucking smoking on or near the school. Don't start any fucking fights. This is a pretty fucking liberal catholic school and we should all be glad we don't need to wear any fucking uniforms." That was Colin's brother and even though he sounded like a tough prick he was actually a full fledged fairy. Colin was only half but Cols wouldn't say fairy to his brother's face. He could beat his ass.
"Last, no fucking cursing until we are back in this car. And if you need a smoke really badly, you do it in this car and spray yourself with the car deodorant afterwords so no one smells it on you." With that Eamon parked the car with a screech.
" Got it bro, no fucking the teachers untill the second month." Colin's sly comment was rushed as he grabbed his book bag and Cill and dove out of the car. As he ran with his very skinny friend in hand he could hear his brother cursing his name in the back ground.
" Oy, Cols, your hurting my fucking arm. Let go. I could walk by myself." Cillian's high voice had a strong edge to it and with his 5'5 height Colin felt very ogre-ish compared. At 14 Colin had a big growth spurt and was now a startling 5'8 when he use to be a small 5'4 less then two years ago.
" Sorry, I forgot how strong I could be." Colin blushed and Cillian was the only person who had ever seen him blush and lived to tell about it.
" Let's just hope we don't fuck up on the first day of high school. America is so weird. Yesterday I asked this guy for a fag and he tried to stick his tongue down me throat. Arshole. Didn't even ask." Colin was angry that Cil didn't tell him about these happenings. He would have gladly beat the bastard's arse.
Then all thoughts escaped him as he watched a beautiful angel pass by him. It wore a dress and small boots. Thin but shapely and had lovely thighs. Brown hair blew in the wind and as the angel turned Cols couldn't breathe. The most startling blue eyes were turned to his brown. Lovely lips and pretty pale skin. Going down that beautiful body he noticed the lack of tits. So his angel was a boy who liked to dress like a girl. NICE.
"Cols, COLS. You fucker, maybe if I wear something that comes up to my arse and wear make up you would notice me too. Were gonna be late." Colin was taken out of his thoughts by Cillian. The thought of Cillian in that dress made him lose his semi boner. Not because Cillian wasn't pretty enough but because Cill was like a sister to him.... or brother.
Boys in dresses really got him confused.
This was going to be a very interesting year was his last thought before Cillian started physically pulling him into the school. Colin thought he might be in love. With an angel.... a boy angel.... a boy angel in a dress.
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AN: Whadya think, whadya think
Rating: NC:17
Warning: Slash/Minor Chan/Seme/Uke theme
Pairing: Colin/Jared for now
AN: These people I do not know and I do not own them and I am not sure about their sexuality. I was inspired by My So Called life and Jared and Colin's age difference.
Can we spell angst
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Colin looked in the rear view mirror that was in the front. He combed back his hair that was already a disarray but he really didn't give a fuck. He showered and hadn't smoked all morning so he wouldn't smell like fags his first day of school.
Cols looked at his best friend that was beside him in the back seat of his brothers 1970 green Convertible Buick LeSabre. It was a peice of shit but Colin loved it.
His best friend, Cillian, shoved him over so he could look into the mirror and fix his own hair that became messy with the rolled down windows. This was going to be their first day in St. Rita Catholic school and they wanted to look respectable. Yeah, fucking right.
His and Cill's family own a few CLOTHED FOR MEN shops together. They had all decided that with all the money they were making they should pack up and start it in America. L.A was what they all decided on. Cols didn't mind because he had his family and his best friend and in the end that is all a fucking man needs.
"Oy, listen kiddies. These are the rules: No fucking smoking on or near the school. Don't start any fucking fights. This is a pretty fucking liberal catholic school and we should all be glad we don't need to wear any fucking uniforms." That was Colin's brother and even though he sounded like a tough prick he was actually a full fledged fairy. Colin was only half but Cols wouldn't say fairy to his brother's face. He could beat his ass.
"Last, no fucking cursing until we are back in this car. And if you need a smoke really badly, you do it in this car and spray yourself with the car deodorant afterwords so no one smells it on you." With that Eamon parked the car with a screech.
" Got it bro, no fucking the teachers untill the second month." Colin's sly comment was rushed as he grabbed his book bag and Cill and dove out of the car. As he ran with his very skinny friend in hand he could hear his brother cursing his name in the back ground.
" Oy, Cols, your hurting my fucking arm. Let go. I could walk by myself." Cillian's high voice had a strong edge to it and with his 5'5 height Colin felt very ogre-ish compared. At 14 Colin had a big growth spurt and was now a startling 5'8 when he use to be a small 5'4 less then two years ago.
" Sorry, I forgot how strong I could be." Colin blushed and Cillian was the only person who had ever seen him blush and lived to tell about it.
" Let's just hope we don't fuck up on the first day of high school. America is so weird. Yesterday I asked this guy for a fag and he tried to stick his tongue down me throat. Arshole. Didn't even ask." Colin was angry that Cil didn't tell him about these happenings. He would have gladly beat the bastard's arse.
Then all thoughts escaped him as he watched a beautiful angel pass by him. It wore a dress and small boots. Thin but shapely and had lovely thighs. Brown hair blew in the wind and as the angel turned Cols couldn't breathe. The most startling blue eyes were turned to his brown. Lovely lips and pretty pale skin. Going down that beautiful body he noticed the lack of tits. So his angel was a boy who liked to dress like a girl. NICE.
"Cols, COLS. You fucker, maybe if I wear something that comes up to my arse and wear make up you would notice me too. Were gonna be late." Colin was taken out of his thoughts by Cillian. The thought of Cillian in that dress made him lose his semi boner. Not because Cillian wasn't pretty enough but because Cill was like a sister to him.... or brother.
Boys in dresses really got him confused.
This was going to be a very interesting year was his last thought before Cillian started physically pulling him into the school. Colin thought he might be in love. With an angel.... a boy angel.... a boy angel in a dress.
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AN: Whadya think, whadya think