A story that's NOT about Nekou, for once.
Usually when I write stories, the drawing comes afterwards...This time, though, it ended up being the other way around. Basically, this story was written about this doodle I did in English (below...). I don't know where it came from... one minute I was drawing Teen Sebastian looking super confused and embarrassed, the next thing I knew, MB was on there, looking very provocative and talking to him. So I was like, "oh, there's a story in this" and I let my mind wander... Fifth period Newspaper, 95% of the story was done. Enjoy.
(Oh, and if you're wondering, after all these S and G high school years stories, ideas for a full-length fanfic are slowly popping into my head. I'll keep you posted as events warrant. Till then, consider these tales pilot episodes.)
Sorry about the font thing. I just copy/pasted from Word and LJ hates me so I can't fix it. Hopefully, you can all read it.
46. Speak
"Does THAT clear everything up?" Sebastian slammed the book shut, annoyed. It was the Sunday before finals, and just when the poor boy thought he was done studying... Giovanni just HAD to call him to come to his house and help with Trig, didn't he? On the one day he'd set aside to relax before the big tests. He was used to helping his friend study, but... some things people had to figure out for themselves, he always thought. And just think, after this, you'll have college to look forward to! Yay! Sebastian was always happy to help, but he'd been getting the impression as of late Giovanni was using him as an excuse to blow things off till the last minute- after all, Sebastian was a genius, wasn't he? Above average IQ, right, old buddy? And as long as you've got a smart friend to help you out of trouble at school...
This was NOT going to happen in the future. If Gio was going to get bombed in college and come crying to Sebastian for help on his exams at the last minute... he'd be on his own.
"It should do for now. But I wouldn't plan on going out if you want to see me pass... I may need your help again."
Sebastian adjusted his round, wireframe glasses and slammed a piece of notebook paper on the desk. "I figured you'd say that," he said. "Everything you need I wrote down here. Unless you're illiterate, you shouldn't have any problem."
"Maybe I am, Sebs."
Sebastian glared at him. "Not my problem, then." He left the room and down the hall that led to the front door of the sprawling mansion. He never quite understood how anyone could find their way around places like this, let alone live there. He was halfway there when he heard a woman's voice call for him. "Sebastian, is that you?"
He spun around. Walking down the hallway was a tall woman with long, black hair that fell over her eyes. She walked slowly... almost sexily... Sebastian almost forgot the gorgeous lady coming his way was none other than Giovanni's mother. He froze on the spot.
"Um..."
This was a very uncomfortable place for him to be. He'd never really met her- sure, she knew his parents, his dad was one of her scientists, but she'd onlyseen him on and off up to now- and wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
"You are, aren't you?" she asked. She was a few feet away from him now, and up close, Sebastian, who'd never had much luck with the ladies, had to admit, damn, she was hot. She was tall, but he didn't know if it was an unusual height for a woman her age- what was she now, 30? 40? She certainly didn't look it...- because Sebastian had always been unusually short for a boy his age. "You stopped growing in eighth grade," Giovanni had always joked about his height. So compared to Sebastian, she might have been at a perfectly normal height, when she wasn't wearing those shoes...
"My boy's told me so much about you... You're very intelligent, I understand..." His heart was pounding faster now, and he realized why- from where he was standing, right in front of her, his eyes met at... her chest. And it was quite... ample, he supposed was the term.
"Um... thank you," he said, sheepishly, blushing, quickly moving his gaze upwards to meet her eyes. They were heavily lined and mascara'd... she needed to lay off the makeup something fierce, he thought.
"Of course, your father's an excellent scientist. I can see where you get that intelligence from. He's very proud of you, you know."
Sebastian blinked. Think happy thoughts... think happy thoughts..
"Yes, ma'am," he said, then realized his gaze had shifted back downward. It wasn't that he was a lech or anything... more that they were just... there. If you were driving and saw a burning car on the side of the road, you didn't keep looking at the road, you looked at the burning car. It was the same with her and her... twins.
"It's so nice to see my little Vanni making friends..." she continued, moving even closer to him. "And I'm just happy you're here helping him... he never was very good with math... or people..." She was only a foot or two away from him now and Sebastian could smell wine on her breath. Even worse, her cleavage was now practically under his nose. Was she trying to... no, she couldn't be... not a boy like him, that was just weird. "Yes... he's very fortunate to have a friend like you... and you're very fortunate to have a friend like him..." she trailed off into a drunken mumbling. "Very fortunate..."
"Um..." He had to get out of here, and fast. "The cab's waiting outside for me. I really should get going now, it's been nice meeting you..." He cursed the impossibly high heels she was wearing- why did women submit themselves to that pain anyway?- and her low cut, short dress... and his own overactive hormones. His fingers fiddled with the buckles that fastened his bag shut.
"Oh, yes, yes, don't want to leave the driver waiting, do you? Of course not, on your way, little boy," she said, extending her hand towards him, causing him to inch backwards some, frozen in a mix of fear and just the tiniest bit of morbid curiosity and anticipation. What happened next would scar Sebastian for much of the rest of his life. She bent over, as though about to tell him a secret, so that he could smell her perfume as it mingled with the scent of the alcohol, making him almost sick... "Take good care of him, will you?" she asked, running a finger down his cheek gently. He felt as though he could faint at that moment, perhaps rescuing him from this awkwardness he'd encountered... but, much to his dismay, he retained conciousness. He managed to unfreeze himself, realizing he was blushing almost as red as her lipstick now, and nodded, knowing she could see his embarrassment literally written on his face. The tramp... she was enjoying this, wasn't she?
"Y-yes ma'am," he sputtered.
"Good boy," the woman purred, as Sebastian began to slink away, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible.
"Oh, and don't worry, Sebastian," she said. "Lots of men feel that way about me."
It was then he made a break for the door, desperate to get out of there. As he climbed into the taxi, he shivered, realizing his suspicions were true. His best friend's drunk mom, just moments ago, tried to seduce him. Ew, he thought, thankful to be out of there.
(Oh, and if you're wondering, after all these S and G high school years stories, ideas for a full-length fanfic are slowly popping into my head. I'll keep you posted as events warrant. Till then, consider these tales pilot episodes.)
Sorry about the font thing. I just copy/pasted from Word and LJ hates me so I can't fix it. Hopefully, you can all read it.
46. Speak
"Does THAT clear everything up?" Sebastian slammed the book shut, annoyed. It was the Sunday before finals, and just when the poor boy thought he was done studying... Giovanni just HAD to call him to come to his house and help with Trig, didn't he? On the one day he'd set aside to relax before the big tests. He was used to helping his friend study, but... some things people had to figure out for themselves, he always thought. And just think, after this, you'll have college to look forward to! Yay! Sebastian was always happy to help, but he'd been getting the impression as of late Giovanni was using him as an excuse to blow things off till the last minute- after all, Sebastian was a genius, wasn't he? Above average IQ, right, old buddy? And as long as you've got a smart friend to help you out of trouble at school...
This was NOT going to happen in the future. If Gio was going to get bombed in college and come crying to Sebastian for help on his exams at the last minute... he'd be on his own.
"It should do for now. But I wouldn't plan on going out if you want to see me pass... I may need your help again."
Sebastian adjusted his round, wireframe glasses and slammed a piece of notebook paper on the desk. "I figured you'd say that," he said. "Everything you need I wrote down here. Unless you're illiterate, you shouldn't have any problem."
"Maybe I am, Sebs."
Sebastian glared at him. "Not my problem, then." He left the room and down the hall that led to the front door of the sprawling mansion. He never quite understood how anyone could find their way around places like this, let alone live there. He was halfway there when he heard a woman's voice call for him. "Sebastian, is that you?"
He spun around. Walking down the hallway was a tall woman with long, black hair that fell over her eyes. She walked slowly... almost sexily... Sebastian almost forgot the gorgeous lady coming his way was none other than Giovanni's mother. He froze on the spot.
"Um..."
This was a very uncomfortable place for him to be. He'd never really met her- sure, she knew his parents, his dad was one of her scientists, but she'd onlyseen him on and off up to now- and wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
"You are, aren't you?" she asked. She was a few feet away from him now, and up close, Sebastian, who'd never had much luck with the ladies, had to admit, damn, she was hot. She was tall, but he didn't know if it was an unusual height for a woman her age- what was she now, 30? 40? She certainly didn't look it...- because Sebastian had always been unusually short for a boy his age. "You stopped growing in eighth grade," Giovanni had always joked about his height. So compared to Sebastian, she might have been at a perfectly normal height, when she wasn't wearing those shoes...
"My boy's told me so much about you... You're very intelligent, I understand..." His heart was pounding faster now, and he realized why- from where he was standing, right in front of her, his eyes met at... her chest. And it was quite... ample, he supposed was the term.
"Um... thank you," he said, sheepishly, blushing, quickly moving his gaze upwards to meet her eyes. They were heavily lined and mascara'd... she needed to lay off the makeup something fierce, he thought.
"Of course, your father's an excellent scientist. I can see where you get that intelligence from. He's very proud of you, you know."
Sebastian blinked. Think happy thoughts... think happy thoughts..
"Yes, ma'am," he said, then realized his gaze had shifted back downward. It wasn't that he was a lech or anything... more that they were just... there. If you were driving and saw a burning car on the side of the road, you didn't keep looking at the road, you looked at the burning car. It was the same with her and her... twins.
"It's so nice to see my little Vanni making friends..." she continued, moving even closer to him. "And I'm just happy you're here helping him... he never was very good with math... or people..." She was only a foot or two away from him now and Sebastian could smell wine on her breath. Even worse, her cleavage was now practically under his nose. Was she trying to... no, she couldn't be... not a boy like him, that was just weird. "Yes... he's very fortunate to have a friend like you... and you're very fortunate to have a friend like him..." she trailed off into a drunken mumbling. "Very fortunate..."
"Um..." He had to get out of here, and fast. "The cab's waiting outside for me. I really should get going now, it's been nice meeting you..." He cursed the impossibly high heels she was wearing- why did women submit themselves to that pain anyway?- and her low cut, short dress... and his own overactive hormones. His fingers fiddled with the buckles that fastened his bag shut.
"Oh, yes, yes, don't want to leave the driver waiting, do you? Of course not, on your way, little boy," she said, extending her hand towards him, causing him to inch backwards some, frozen in a mix of fear and just the tiniest bit of morbid curiosity and anticipation. What happened next would scar Sebastian for much of the rest of his life. She bent over, as though about to tell him a secret, so that he could smell her perfume as it mingled with the scent of the alcohol, making him almost sick... "Take good care of him, will you?" she asked, running a finger down his cheek gently. He felt as though he could faint at that moment, perhaps rescuing him from this awkwardness he'd encountered... but, much to his dismay, he retained conciousness. He managed to unfreeze himself, realizing he was blushing almost as red as her lipstick now, and nodded, knowing she could see his embarrassment literally written on his face. The tramp... she was enjoying this, wasn't she?
"Y-yes ma'am," he sputtered.
"Good boy," the woman purred, as Sebastian began to slink away, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible.
"Oh, and don't worry, Sebastian," she said. "Lots of men feel that way about me."
It was then he made a break for the door, desperate to get out of there. As he climbed into the taxi, he shivered, realizing his suspicions were true. His best friend's drunk mom, just moments ago, tried to seduce him. Ew, he thought, thankful to be out of there.