What Friends Are For - Chapter 1
Title: What Friends Are For
Author:ninjafrog30(aka ME!)
Fandom:A7X
Rating: R and below for now
Pairing: Bracky
Warnings: Slash, young boy love
Disclamer: None of this is real. This is in no way meant to offend or anger anyone. I wrote this for the amusement of my readers and myself.
Authors Notes: Okay, so i started a new chapter fic!! Woop!! But.....i dont know if I can keep up with what I originally was going with. Let me know if you like it enough for me to continue, because im unsure about it right now- plus, you all know how bad I am with keeping up with Chapter fics, so its easier just not continuing, but I want to try :D
Authors Notes 2: I havent finished a chapter fic in months, so im rather rusty- just bear with me, and please R&R and tell me how i did :) thank you!!
“Thank you, Brian, so much for coming over so quickly on such short notice! I would have called earlier, but I didn’t realize my daughter was gonna be out so late again and that I needed a sitter ASAP!”
The pretty older woman, walked around the room quickly, picking up her things and putting on her makeup while she tried to explain a few things.
“Come on in, Sweetie, and make yourself some dinner from anything in the refrigerator or anything in the cupboard.
I wont be gone too long, maybe a little past eleven, but I promise you will get paid in full for watching my son.
It really means a lot to me that your doing this.
Thank you again, Brian.
I know you could be doing so many more productive things on a Friday night, but I really had no other choice!”
The young boy walked in the comfortable house and looked around, noticing they had a really large tv in the living room and decided he wouldn’t have that much of a bad time like he originally had thought.
“No, its not a problem at all, Mrs. Baker- I’m grounded from hanging out with my friends for the weekend anyway, so its really not a hassle at all.
Besides, I have some homework to do, so I’ll keep myself plenty busy.
Thanks.”
The older woman smiled in approval, and nodded her head, before looking at the clock on the wall.
“Oh my god! I’m going to be so late! I have to go now, dear, but if you need anything or have any sort of questions, my number is on the refrigerator, or Zackary can help you with anything you might need.
He will just be up in his room working on his homework or looking up math problems on his computer…”
I’m sure that’s exactly what he’s looking up on his computer, Brian thought to himself.
Isn’t Zack like my age? I thought he was like a year and a half younger than me. Why the hell does he need a babysitter??
Brian shrugged his shoulders, not going to complain because he needed the money, and continued listening to what the older woman was saying to him.
“He’s very quiet and he will mostly stay up in his room all night, but if he comes out, feel free to try to talk to him, because I’m afraid he doesn’t have a lot of friends and he’s a bit of a loner…..”
A sad, worried look graced the woman’s pretty features before she looked at her watch again, her already pale face turned even whiter and she practically shoved Brian as she made her way to the door.
“I have to go,” She called out as she ran outside to her car, “I’ll be back in a few hours! Thanks again, Brian! Your really doing me a huge favor!! Okay, Bye!!”
Brian watched as she peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching, and he chuckled to himself, thinking of how even when he was little, he remembered how the older woman was always late for everything- family dinners, neighborhood get togethers, even when he was forced to invite Zack and his sister to his birthday party, the woman would arrive with her two kids red in the face and lugging two huge ass gifts about a half an hour after the party had started.
Brian sighed, forgetting about the memory, as he turned to look around the house he was suddenly pretty much left to take care of by himself.
He walked slowly around to find himself at the large kitchen near the front of the house, and thought about how the house hadn’t changed much since when he used to go over for planned play dates with Zack, and how it still had the warm, familiar smell of cinnamon and lilac.
He made his way to the fridge and opened it as if he lived there himself, and grabbed an apple and a can of coke, shutting the door with his foot, and making his way to the living room, where he plopped down in the large sofa, and reached for the remote as he put sneakered feet up onto the glass coffee table.
He watched a few shows on the large screen, finishing his apple and coke, and quickly found himself getting bored after flicking through several channels, eventually giving up, and shut the tv off.
He threw the remote to the side, and got up to walk around a bit.
He walked around the halls and looked at all the pictures hanging on the wall.
They were all of Zack and his older sister Jade- starting out with them as babies and moving on to older and older shots, going through all of their school photos, middle school to high school and finally stopping at their most recent pictures of Jade in her senior pictures, and Zacky in his junior shot.
Brian looked through framed pictures of the two siblings again and compared their features.
There really wasn’t much similarity in the two teenagers, in fact the only thing that was the same between them was their raven black hair, but that was pretty much it, and Brian was pretty sure Jade dyed hers because in all her younger photos she was blonde.
So that totally was checked off.
Brian had known Jade for a long time.
He hung out with her almost everyday mainly because her boyfriend Matt was Brian’s best friend, but she was pretty cool herself.
He probably wouldn’t really hang out with her by herself though- she was a little……talkative- a lot talkative actually- a trait which she picked up from her mom, as well as her mothers bright blue eyes, and pretty looks.
But her brother Zack, now he was almost the polar oppisite of his popular older sister.
Zack had always been a quiet reserved, good little boy, for as long as Brian had known him, and that was one of the reasons him and Zack never hung out, because Brian was a real talker and Zack never said anything much.
But he didn’t mind the kid, in fact he was a pretty good listener when you needed to talk your feelings out, but he always seemed so nervous around other kids, especially Brian, that the older boy never bothered the smaller youth, and they sorta just never talked anymore.
Brian had always kind of liked the kid though, because he had probably some of the best taste in music in the entire school, always coming to school in a Misfits, Metallica, or Pantera t-shirt, and knowing how to play a guitar in band.
He probably knew a lot about some of the same music Brian did, he just didn’t think Zack really cared if he talked to him or not, but by the look on the young boys mothers face, it seemed perhaps it mattered a little more than he originally had realized.
He stared a little longer at the last and most recent picture of Zack, noticing that the younger boy was really starting to become real easy on the eyes.
He had done a lot of growing up since they had last really hung out.
The boys natural, pale, porcelain skin was a lot more healthy looking then when he was kid, making him look sickly when he was five and six years old, but now it really accentuated well with his raven black hair, and made his bright green eyes even more striking than they had been ever before.
Brian found himself staring hard at the picture on the wall, the boy in the frame looking past him with an unamused look on his soft face, and unsmiling pouty lips giving him a ‘Get this fucking camera out of my face right fucking now’ look.
Brian’s eyes unintentionally rested on the newly double pierced bottom lip, and he wondered in a passing thought if anyone had ever had the pleasure of kissing that full, pink mouth yet- and if they did, what had the boy tasted like?
But his thought was quickly shook out of his head, and he continued his tour through the hall until he stopped at the stairs.
He looked up and noticed the only light on was dully coming from one of the doorways, and the faint sound of metal music floated down to his ears, causing him to walk up the steps.
He blinked once he got to the open bedroom door and stood there, not moving, watching the younger boy in his room play quietly on his beautiful cherry red guitar, unknowingly playing for an audience.
He stopped strumming, ending the few chords he had been struggling with for weeks, and looked up to reach for a pencil that was on his desk so he could write down what he had come up with so far.
He froze though once he saw Brian staring at him from the doorway.
Immedietly his pale cheeks pinkened and he put his guitar on his bed, looking up at Brian with bewilderment.
“Uh, hey, Brian. What are you doing here?”
Brian blinked again, remembering where he was, and gave Zack a lopsided smile, and walked uninvited into the boys small room.
“Hey, Zack. How’s it going, man? How you been??”
Zacky just looked at him unmoving, and shrugged his shoulders, his black Metallica t-shirt hugging snuggly to his small frame and showing off his growing muscles nicely, Brian noticed.
“Uh, well, not much really. Just working on a song I’ve been trying to finish for a while….It still needs some work done, and it needs some words, but I guess I’ll just worry about that later…How are y….Um, what are you doing here??”
Brian grinned, noticing Zack looked slightly uncomfortable being watched like he was, but the younger boy kept his cool, staring Brian in the face, and chewed nervously on one of his snakebites.
“Well, your mom offered to give me $35 to 50 bucks to hang out with you, depending on how well we get along- but since were already friends, I say we get along pretty fucking well, don’t you?”
Zack raised an eyebrow at the word ‘friends’ but nodded half heartedly, scratching his head.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that we get along pretty okay- that’s good for you, so you most likely will be getting that 50 bucks then, huh, Bri?”
Brian’s forhead crinkled as he frowned, and he shook his head.
“That’s not what I meant when I said that, Zack. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick when I said that. I guess I just, I don’t know…..I know we haven’t really hung out in a long time, but I guess being in your room again and seeing you reminded me of how we used to have fun and shit. I guess I kinda miss that….You know what I mean? I’m not completely coming across as a total pussy am I??”
Zack smirked, his tense shoulders relaxing and he crossed his arms, leaning back a little in his swivel chair.
“You mean those planned-by-our-mother’s play dates that always ended with me getting a cut on my knee and crying until you had to go home later that day? Haha, yea, I remember those days, and yea I did have some pretty fun times finding bugs with you and climbing trees and eating mud and stuff- how could I not?? Those were some pretty fucking fun ass times….Why do you bring it up?”
Brian shrugged his shoulders, walking closer and sitting down on a small table closer to Zack.
“I don’t know- I guess I just kinda miss how we used to hang out a lot, and I kinda miss you, Zack….Well, I miss hanging out with you and all the trouble we used to get in, well all the trouble I used to get in, but you always backed me up. I miss that…..”
Zack grinned up at the older boy, and blushed a little, nodding his head and sat up in his chair.
“I miss that too……”
Brian grinned back at the younger boy, and studied his genuine happy face.
Zack feeling a little uncomfortable again, reached for his beautiful, and well cared for guitar that lay on his bed, and held it against his chest, looking back at Brian with more sparkle in his eyes than Brian had ever seen.
“So, uh, you wanna hear the song I’m working on? Its not finished. I’m just trying to get the bridge written down and find out how I’m going to connect it smoothly with the chorus….”
Brian’s smile widened and he moved to sit on the bed next to Zack.
“Hell Yeah, dude!! Lets hear what you’ve got!!!”
Author:ninjafrog30(aka ME!)
Fandom:A7X
Rating: R and below for now
Pairing: Bracky
Warnings: Slash, young boy love
Disclamer: None of this is real. This is in no way meant to offend or anger anyone. I wrote this for the amusement of my readers and myself.
Authors Notes: Okay, so i started a new chapter fic!! Woop!! But.....i dont know if I can keep up with what I originally was going with. Let me know if you like it enough for me to continue, because im unsure about it right now- plus, you all know how bad I am with keeping up with Chapter fics, so its easier just not continuing, but I want to try :D
Authors Notes 2: I havent finished a chapter fic in months, so im rather rusty- just bear with me, and please R&R and tell me how i did :) thank you!!
“Thank you, Brian, so much for coming over so quickly on such short notice! I would have called earlier, but I didn’t realize my daughter was gonna be out so late again and that I needed a sitter ASAP!”
The pretty older woman, walked around the room quickly, picking up her things and putting on her makeup while she tried to explain a few things.
“Come on in, Sweetie, and make yourself some dinner from anything in the refrigerator or anything in the cupboard.
I wont be gone too long, maybe a little past eleven, but I promise you will get paid in full for watching my son.
It really means a lot to me that your doing this.
Thank you again, Brian.
I know you could be doing so many more productive things on a Friday night, but I really had no other choice!”
The young boy walked in the comfortable house and looked around, noticing they had a really large tv in the living room and decided he wouldn’t have that much of a bad time like he originally had thought.
“No, its not a problem at all, Mrs. Baker- I’m grounded from hanging out with my friends for the weekend anyway, so its really not a hassle at all.
Besides, I have some homework to do, so I’ll keep myself plenty busy.
Thanks.”
The older woman smiled in approval, and nodded her head, before looking at the clock on the wall.
“Oh my god! I’m going to be so late! I have to go now, dear, but if you need anything or have any sort of questions, my number is on the refrigerator, or Zackary can help you with anything you might need.
He will just be up in his room working on his homework or looking up math problems on his computer…”
I’m sure that’s exactly what he’s looking up on his computer, Brian thought to himself.
Isn’t Zack like my age? I thought he was like a year and a half younger than me. Why the hell does he need a babysitter??
Brian shrugged his shoulders, not going to complain because he needed the money, and continued listening to what the older woman was saying to him.
“He’s very quiet and he will mostly stay up in his room all night, but if he comes out, feel free to try to talk to him, because I’m afraid he doesn’t have a lot of friends and he’s a bit of a loner…..”
A sad, worried look graced the woman’s pretty features before she looked at her watch again, her already pale face turned even whiter and she practically shoved Brian as she made her way to the door.
“I have to go,” She called out as she ran outside to her car, “I’ll be back in a few hours! Thanks again, Brian! Your really doing me a huge favor!! Okay, Bye!!”
Brian watched as she peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching, and he chuckled to himself, thinking of how even when he was little, he remembered how the older woman was always late for everything- family dinners, neighborhood get togethers, even when he was forced to invite Zack and his sister to his birthday party, the woman would arrive with her two kids red in the face and lugging two huge ass gifts about a half an hour after the party had started.
Brian sighed, forgetting about the memory, as he turned to look around the house he was suddenly pretty much left to take care of by himself.
He walked slowly around to find himself at the large kitchen near the front of the house, and thought about how the house hadn’t changed much since when he used to go over for planned play dates with Zack, and how it still had the warm, familiar smell of cinnamon and lilac.
He made his way to the fridge and opened it as if he lived there himself, and grabbed an apple and a can of coke, shutting the door with his foot, and making his way to the living room, where he plopped down in the large sofa, and reached for the remote as he put sneakered feet up onto the glass coffee table.
He watched a few shows on the large screen, finishing his apple and coke, and quickly found himself getting bored after flicking through several channels, eventually giving up, and shut the tv off.
He threw the remote to the side, and got up to walk around a bit.
He walked around the halls and looked at all the pictures hanging on the wall.
They were all of Zack and his older sister Jade- starting out with them as babies and moving on to older and older shots, going through all of their school photos, middle school to high school and finally stopping at their most recent pictures of Jade in her senior pictures, and Zacky in his junior shot.
Brian looked through framed pictures of the two siblings again and compared their features.
There really wasn’t much similarity in the two teenagers, in fact the only thing that was the same between them was their raven black hair, but that was pretty much it, and Brian was pretty sure Jade dyed hers because in all her younger photos she was blonde.
So that totally was checked off.
Brian had known Jade for a long time.
He hung out with her almost everyday mainly because her boyfriend Matt was Brian’s best friend, but she was pretty cool herself.
He probably wouldn’t really hang out with her by herself though- she was a little……talkative- a lot talkative actually- a trait which she picked up from her mom, as well as her mothers bright blue eyes, and pretty looks.
But her brother Zack, now he was almost the polar oppisite of his popular older sister.
Zack had always been a quiet reserved, good little boy, for as long as Brian had known him, and that was one of the reasons him and Zack never hung out, because Brian was a real talker and Zack never said anything much.
But he didn’t mind the kid, in fact he was a pretty good listener when you needed to talk your feelings out, but he always seemed so nervous around other kids, especially Brian, that the older boy never bothered the smaller youth, and they sorta just never talked anymore.
Brian had always kind of liked the kid though, because he had probably some of the best taste in music in the entire school, always coming to school in a Misfits, Metallica, or Pantera t-shirt, and knowing how to play a guitar in band.
He probably knew a lot about some of the same music Brian did, he just didn’t think Zack really cared if he talked to him or not, but by the look on the young boys mothers face, it seemed perhaps it mattered a little more than he originally had realized.
He stared a little longer at the last and most recent picture of Zack, noticing that the younger boy was really starting to become real easy on the eyes.
He had done a lot of growing up since they had last really hung out.
The boys natural, pale, porcelain skin was a lot more healthy looking then when he was kid, making him look sickly when he was five and six years old, but now it really accentuated well with his raven black hair, and made his bright green eyes even more striking than they had been ever before.
Brian found himself staring hard at the picture on the wall, the boy in the frame looking past him with an unamused look on his soft face, and unsmiling pouty lips giving him a ‘Get this fucking camera out of my face right fucking now’ look.
Brian’s eyes unintentionally rested on the newly double pierced bottom lip, and he wondered in a passing thought if anyone had ever had the pleasure of kissing that full, pink mouth yet- and if they did, what had the boy tasted like?
But his thought was quickly shook out of his head, and he continued his tour through the hall until he stopped at the stairs.
He looked up and noticed the only light on was dully coming from one of the doorways, and the faint sound of metal music floated down to his ears, causing him to walk up the steps.
He blinked once he got to the open bedroom door and stood there, not moving, watching the younger boy in his room play quietly on his beautiful cherry red guitar, unknowingly playing for an audience.
He stopped strumming, ending the few chords he had been struggling with for weeks, and looked up to reach for a pencil that was on his desk so he could write down what he had come up with so far.
He froze though once he saw Brian staring at him from the doorway.
Immedietly his pale cheeks pinkened and he put his guitar on his bed, looking up at Brian with bewilderment.
“Uh, hey, Brian. What are you doing here?”
Brian blinked again, remembering where he was, and gave Zack a lopsided smile, and walked uninvited into the boys small room.
“Hey, Zack. How’s it going, man? How you been??”
Zacky just looked at him unmoving, and shrugged his shoulders, his black Metallica t-shirt hugging snuggly to his small frame and showing off his growing muscles nicely, Brian noticed.
“Uh, well, not much really. Just working on a song I’ve been trying to finish for a while….It still needs some work done, and it needs some words, but I guess I’ll just worry about that later…How are y….Um, what are you doing here??”
Brian grinned, noticing Zack looked slightly uncomfortable being watched like he was, but the younger boy kept his cool, staring Brian in the face, and chewed nervously on one of his snakebites.
“Well, your mom offered to give me $35 to 50 bucks to hang out with you, depending on how well we get along- but since were already friends, I say we get along pretty fucking well, don’t you?”
Zack raised an eyebrow at the word ‘friends’ but nodded half heartedly, scratching his head.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that we get along pretty okay- that’s good for you, so you most likely will be getting that 50 bucks then, huh, Bri?”
Brian’s forhead crinkled as he frowned, and he shook his head.
“That’s not what I meant when I said that, Zack. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick when I said that. I guess I just, I don’t know…..I know we haven’t really hung out in a long time, but I guess being in your room again and seeing you reminded me of how we used to have fun and shit. I guess I kinda miss that….You know what I mean? I’m not completely coming across as a total pussy am I??”
Zack smirked, his tense shoulders relaxing and he crossed his arms, leaning back a little in his swivel chair.
“You mean those planned-by-our-mother’s play dates that always ended with me getting a cut on my knee and crying until you had to go home later that day? Haha, yea, I remember those days, and yea I did have some pretty fun times finding bugs with you and climbing trees and eating mud and stuff- how could I not?? Those were some pretty fucking fun ass times….Why do you bring it up?”
Brian shrugged his shoulders, walking closer and sitting down on a small table closer to Zack.
“I don’t know- I guess I just kinda miss how we used to hang out a lot, and I kinda miss you, Zack….Well, I miss hanging out with you and all the trouble we used to get in, well all the trouble I used to get in, but you always backed me up. I miss that…..”
Zack grinned up at the older boy, and blushed a little, nodding his head and sat up in his chair.
“I miss that too……”
Brian grinned back at the younger boy, and studied his genuine happy face.
Zack feeling a little uncomfortable again, reached for his beautiful, and well cared for guitar that lay on his bed, and held it against his chest, looking back at Brian with more sparkle in his eyes than Brian had ever seen.
“So, uh, you wanna hear the song I’m working on? Its not finished. I’m just trying to get the bridge written down and find out how I’m going to connect it smoothly with the chorus….”
Brian’s smile widened and he moved to sit on the bed next to Zack.
“Hell Yeah, dude!! Lets hear what you’ve got!!!”