Don't Fight What's Right (Part 3/8)
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: I still have no idea how long this thing is going to be... I have many ideas, but not sure if I should incorporate them all...
Part One: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/433141.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/438190.html#cutid1
My Mom came in my room later that evening. She was wearing her normal Spongebob pajamas, which I always make fun of her for. "Hey," she whispered as she closed the door. The rest of the house was asleep.
I was wearing a black undershirt and gray sweatpants. I wasn’t wearing any make up. My mom says she loves seeing me without my face on, so she's the only one who ever actually sees me without it. My dad is usually asleep by the time I wash everything off my face and Neil doesn't seem to notice. "Hi," I responded.
I pushed up from my laying position on my bed and sat cross-legged. Patting my bed softly, I waited for my mom to join me; she obviously wanted to talk about something.
My bed shifted softly when she sat down. "Can we talk?" Told you.
"About what?" I'm not really in the mood to talk about anything right now, but I never turn down a chance to work things through with my mom.
She let out a deep breath in the form of a sigh and touched my knee softly before meeting my eyes. "About this boy of yours," she said carefully, "and your father, if you want." Her voice got small at the last part. To be perfectly honest, I hate talking about my father. I hate him even being my father. I know he accepts me for who I am, but that's only because he pretends it doesn't exist. I want to bring a boy home to rub it in his face, but I don't want to bring just anyone home. It needs to be the one. Him.
I sighed. "To start, he's not mine. I wish, but no." I smiled at her, hoping to lighten the mood. "And let's not talk about Dad. I've had a bad day as it is." I motioned randomly with my hands and groaned. She nodded in agreement.
Obviously, she took my small joke as something funny because she laughed. It wasn't a hearty laugh, but it was there. "He will be, babe. Just give it time," she said encouragingly and I just shook my head. "I think he's acting this way because he's scared and nervous. You're both so young and in High School and I have a feeling he's fighting it." She said this carefully and kept her tone light.
"Fighting what?" I caught myself asking before my brain could catch up.
She laughed. "His feelings for you! If he's like any normal teenage boy, he's probably having thoughts about you that he doesn't think are normal and he's trying to fight it, and maybe change what he finds attractive." I looked at her, confused. "In other words, he's gay, but he can't admit it. Not even to himself, let alone another gay man he has feelings for."
My jaw dropped. When did she get so insightful? "Do you really think this? Or are you trying to make me feel better?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"I really think this," she smiled, "and I know you said he doesn't speak, but just catch him off guard one day and just start talking. Ramble, do something. But don't scare him."
I looked to my hands and noticed that my nail polish was chipped. "Thanks, Mom. That actually helped." I looked back to her and she was smiling triumphantly and she patted my knee again before sliding from her seated position on my bed.
"Any time." She was half way to the door when she turned around and gave me a sly smile. "Oh, and I made an appointment for us to get our nails done and stuff. And to get your hair redone." She smiled happily.
I beamed at her and jumped in my seat. "Really? Awesome! I was thinking of getting green and purple put in my hair this time. Along with the blue that's already there, of course." She clapped and agreed with me before flying from the room and closing the door carefully behind her.
I smiled happily before I grabbed my laptop off of my nightstand and opened up my online journal and typed about today’s events.
---
I pulled into the school parking lot this morning and I knew today wasn't going to be any better then yesterday. I got out of my car and put my backpack on my shoulder before locking the doors and shoving my keys in my pocket. People were staring at me; more so than usual. I looked down at myself to make sure I remembered to put on pants, which I had. They're my shiny silver ones. I was wearing my white leather jacket today and my combat boots, as always. What was so different then usual?
I tried to shrug them off, but it felt like everyone was staring at me. I grumbled to myself and hurried toward the front of the school, pushing past people who continuously stared at me.
"Faggot," someone yelled at me as I walked past and I stopped dead. Alright, I'm gay, you know that, but I haven't openly told the school. I spun on my heels to see a familiar face. Danny Gokey, in all his football glory.
I put on my strong face and walked slowly toward him. I easily towered over him, considering I'm taller then basically everyone in the school, but he didn't even flinch. "Excuse me?" I looked down at him through eyeliner rimmed ice eyes.
"I said, you're a faggot." He clarified with a spit.
I narrowed my eyes. "What if I am?" I admitted, my mouth tightening.
He laughed. "We all know you are. The whole fucking school knows you fuck dudes!" Danny's an ass, but I've never felt the urge to punch him until now.
I decided against it and gave him a sweet smile. "That's true, I do." I said casually and he just stared. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it, Gokey. I've seen the way you stare at your football guys in the locker room." I laughed carelessly before raising my eyebrow at him and turning to leave.
I heard muffled laughs and loud curses, but nothing else was said.
---
For the rest of the day all eyes were on me. I felt like a caged animal without the rage. Being the center of attention didn't really bug me, especially sense Kris seemed to notice me more.
At lunch, I was at the back of the school, like usual, and smoking a cigarette, as always. Kris strolled around the corner, eyes on the ground and plopped in his usual space about thirty feet away from me. He didn't have his guitar today, how unlike him. Instead he had a blue notebook in his hands with a bunch of different colored sticky notes protruding from the sides.
He must have caught me looking because his gaze lifted up to meet mine. His eyes were happy and it shocked me. I gave him a curious look and my heart nearly stopped when he gave me a crooked smile. Wha-? Wh-? I couldn't think straight.
He seemed to notice this and his smiled got bigger before he looked back down to the notebook. I put my back against the wall to steady myself and slowly slid to the ground, not worrying that my jacket happens to be white. I sat there, quietly looking at Kris under my bangs and taking a few more drags of my cigarette before I smashed it in the ground, determined. I'm going to talk to him today. He seems happy enough.
When I went to stand to make my way over to Kris, I my heard name being called from the other side of me. I slid back onto the ground, irritated, and looked over my other shoulder to see Allison bounding toward me. "Hi! Can I sit with you?" She was bouncing on the balls of her feet again and I could see her excitement. It amazes me that she still wants to be my friend. After all, the school thinks I'm even more of a freak then I was before.
I laughed lightly. "Sure," I said and tapped the ground next to me, on the opposite side of which I had smashed the butt of my cigarette. I watched her as she gracefully sat down and crossed her legs, facing toward me. "What's up?" I asked politely.
She shrugged and seemed to be bouncing in place. "Not much. Just got done eating a burger," Alli pronounced this happily and I cringed. "What? Don't like burgers?" I shook my head.
"Vegetarian," I stated as if it wasn't much of a fact. She laughed lightly at me and I shoved her shoulder playfully. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head quickly. Kris was now lying flat on his back in the grass, notebook folded over his chest, and eyes closed. I sighed.
Allison seemed to register everything in a split second. "He's cute, huh?" She smiled at me when I looked at her defensively. "Hey, totally not my type, but cute all the same," she clarified. "Go talk to him."
My mouth tightened and I shook my head vigorously. "I can't," I said stubbornly and turned my attention back to the boy in the lawn. I still don't even know what grade he's in, let alone if he likes men.
She seemed to read my mind. "Look, you don't have to hit on him or anything, just get to know him." She pushed my knee and I sighed, thinking about giving in.
"He doesn't talk anyway, so what would be the point? It'd be a lame one sided conversation of pure awkwardness. I can't handle awkward situations. Kay? Thanks." She was laughing hard at me by this point and Kris turned his head toward us and opened his eyes. We made eye contact and they seemed to be as happy as they were before. "Okay, fine," I finally said.
She bounced in her seat and pushed me a little harder. "Yay! Go get to know that boy." I'm shocked that she's so comfortable with me being gay. Well, knowing girls, she probably finds me easier to associate with.
I stood from the ground and walked over to where Kris was sprawled in the grass and his gaze followed me the whole time. "Mind if I sit?" I asked him carefully.
He shrugged and I sat.
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: I still have no idea how long this thing is going to be... I have many ideas, but not sure if I should incorporate them all...
Part One: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/433141.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/438190.html#cutid1
My Mom came in my room later that evening. She was wearing her normal Spongebob pajamas, which I always make fun of her for. "Hey," she whispered as she closed the door. The rest of the house was asleep.
I was wearing a black undershirt and gray sweatpants. I wasn’t wearing any make up. My mom says she loves seeing me without my face on, so she's the only one who ever actually sees me without it. My dad is usually asleep by the time I wash everything off my face and Neil doesn't seem to notice. "Hi," I responded.
I pushed up from my laying position on my bed and sat cross-legged. Patting my bed softly, I waited for my mom to join me; she obviously wanted to talk about something.
My bed shifted softly when she sat down. "Can we talk?" Told you.
"About what?" I'm not really in the mood to talk about anything right now, but I never turn down a chance to work things through with my mom.
She let out a deep breath in the form of a sigh and touched my knee softly before meeting my eyes. "About this boy of yours," she said carefully, "and your father, if you want." Her voice got small at the last part. To be perfectly honest, I hate talking about my father. I hate him even being my father. I know he accepts me for who I am, but that's only because he pretends it doesn't exist. I want to bring a boy home to rub it in his face, but I don't want to bring just anyone home. It needs to be the one. Him.
I sighed. "To start, he's not mine. I wish, but no." I smiled at her, hoping to lighten the mood. "And let's not talk about Dad. I've had a bad day as it is." I motioned randomly with my hands and groaned. She nodded in agreement.
Obviously, she took my small joke as something funny because she laughed. It wasn't a hearty laugh, but it was there. "He will be, babe. Just give it time," she said encouragingly and I just shook my head. "I think he's acting this way because he's scared and nervous. You're both so young and in High School and I have a feeling he's fighting it." She said this carefully and kept her tone light.
"Fighting what?" I caught myself asking before my brain could catch up.
She laughed. "His feelings for you! If he's like any normal teenage boy, he's probably having thoughts about you that he doesn't think are normal and he's trying to fight it, and maybe change what he finds attractive." I looked at her, confused. "In other words, he's gay, but he can't admit it. Not even to himself, let alone another gay man he has feelings for."
My jaw dropped. When did she get so insightful? "Do you really think this? Or are you trying to make me feel better?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"I really think this," she smiled, "and I know you said he doesn't speak, but just catch him off guard one day and just start talking. Ramble, do something. But don't scare him."
I looked to my hands and noticed that my nail polish was chipped. "Thanks, Mom. That actually helped." I looked back to her and she was smiling triumphantly and she patted my knee again before sliding from her seated position on my bed.
"Any time." She was half way to the door when she turned around and gave me a sly smile. "Oh, and I made an appointment for us to get our nails done and stuff. And to get your hair redone." She smiled happily.
I beamed at her and jumped in my seat. "Really? Awesome! I was thinking of getting green and purple put in my hair this time. Along with the blue that's already there, of course." She clapped and agreed with me before flying from the room and closing the door carefully behind her.
I smiled happily before I grabbed my laptop off of my nightstand and opened up my online journal and typed about today’s events.
---
I pulled into the school parking lot this morning and I knew today wasn't going to be any better then yesterday. I got out of my car and put my backpack on my shoulder before locking the doors and shoving my keys in my pocket. People were staring at me; more so than usual. I looked down at myself to make sure I remembered to put on pants, which I had. They're my shiny silver ones. I was wearing my white leather jacket today and my combat boots, as always. What was so different then usual?
I tried to shrug them off, but it felt like everyone was staring at me. I grumbled to myself and hurried toward the front of the school, pushing past people who continuously stared at me.
"Faggot," someone yelled at me as I walked past and I stopped dead. Alright, I'm gay, you know that, but I haven't openly told the school. I spun on my heels to see a familiar face. Danny Gokey, in all his football glory.
I put on my strong face and walked slowly toward him. I easily towered over him, considering I'm taller then basically everyone in the school, but he didn't even flinch. "Excuse me?" I looked down at him through eyeliner rimmed ice eyes.
"I said, you're a faggot." He clarified with a spit.
I narrowed my eyes. "What if I am?" I admitted, my mouth tightening.
He laughed. "We all know you are. The whole fucking school knows you fuck dudes!" Danny's an ass, but I've never felt the urge to punch him until now.
I decided against it and gave him a sweet smile. "That's true, I do." I said casually and he just stared. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it, Gokey. I've seen the way you stare at your football guys in the locker room." I laughed carelessly before raising my eyebrow at him and turning to leave.
I heard muffled laughs and loud curses, but nothing else was said.
---
For the rest of the day all eyes were on me. I felt like a caged animal without the rage. Being the center of attention didn't really bug me, especially sense Kris seemed to notice me more.
At lunch, I was at the back of the school, like usual, and smoking a cigarette, as always. Kris strolled around the corner, eyes on the ground and plopped in his usual space about thirty feet away from me. He didn't have his guitar today, how unlike him. Instead he had a blue notebook in his hands with a bunch of different colored sticky notes protruding from the sides.
He must have caught me looking because his gaze lifted up to meet mine. His eyes were happy and it shocked me. I gave him a curious look and my heart nearly stopped when he gave me a crooked smile. Wha-? Wh-? I couldn't think straight.
He seemed to notice this and his smiled got bigger before he looked back down to the notebook. I put my back against the wall to steady myself and slowly slid to the ground, not worrying that my jacket happens to be white. I sat there, quietly looking at Kris under my bangs and taking a few more drags of my cigarette before I smashed it in the ground, determined. I'm going to talk to him today. He seems happy enough.
When I went to stand to make my way over to Kris, I my heard name being called from the other side of me. I slid back onto the ground, irritated, and looked over my other shoulder to see Allison bounding toward me. "Hi! Can I sit with you?" She was bouncing on the balls of her feet again and I could see her excitement. It amazes me that she still wants to be my friend. After all, the school thinks I'm even more of a freak then I was before.
I laughed lightly. "Sure," I said and tapped the ground next to me, on the opposite side of which I had smashed the butt of my cigarette. I watched her as she gracefully sat down and crossed her legs, facing toward me. "What's up?" I asked politely.
She shrugged and seemed to be bouncing in place. "Not much. Just got done eating a burger," Alli pronounced this happily and I cringed. "What? Don't like burgers?" I shook my head.
"Vegetarian," I stated as if it wasn't much of a fact. She laughed lightly at me and I shoved her shoulder playfully. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head quickly. Kris was now lying flat on his back in the grass, notebook folded over his chest, and eyes closed. I sighed.
Allison seemed to register everything in a split second. "He's cute, huh?" She smiled at me when I looked at her defensively. "Hey, totally not my type, but cute all the same," she clarified. "Go talk to him."
My mouth tightened and I shook my head vigorously. "I can't," I said stubbornly and turned my attention back to the boy in the lawn. I still don't even know what grade he's in, let alone if he likes men.
She seemed to read my mind. "Look, you don't have to hit on him or anything, just get to know him." She pushed my knee and I sighed, thinking about giving in.
"He doesn't talk anyway, so what would be the point? It'd be a lame one sided conversation of pure awkwardness. I can't handle awkward situations. Kay? Thanks." She was laughing hard at me by this point and Kris turned his head toward us and opened his eyes. We made eye contact and they seemed to be as happy as they were before. "Okay, fine," I finally said.
She bounced in her seat and pushed me a little harder. "Yay! Go get to know that boy." I'm shocked that she's so comfortable with me being gay. Well, knowing girls, she probably finds me easier to associate with.
I stood from the ground and walked over to where Kris was sprawled in the grass and his gaze followed me the whole time. "Mind if I sit?" I asked him carefully.
He shrugged and I sat.