I'll Fly Away With You
Title: I’ll fly away with you.
Rating: Bad language. Really bad language. And drug references.
Summary: Dan returns in the sequel of Show me how struggling through his first year of sixth form college. As if teenage life wasn’t hard enough without being gay and in love with your seemingly straight best friend!
Notes: Nothing like having to write a dissertation to get your procrastination flowing. Anywho, hope that all is well. :)
Chapter 2
I noticed as I was walking home from college that the sun was shining and the warmth spread across my face, that the golden leaves on trees were flying to the earth and that life couldn’t get much better than this.
I walked up my door jangling my keys in my hand, humming some stupid tuneless noise thinking about how fantastic the world was… even Dez forgave me for being a selfish bastard.
As the door creaked open, I stepped into the hall, and hung my coat on the side. I couldn’t help but grin madly, and I stuck my head into the living room winking at my sister and waving to my mum.
I almost flew up the stairs, with my bag in my hands and careered into my room. As soon as the door swung open however, I neatly dropped my bag and all its contents over the floor and my stomach tried to push its way through my arse.
“Hi Dan.” Came the voice that sounded like strawberries being slowly covered in thick, gooey cream from the beautiful man sat on the end of my bed.
Dumbfounded, I stared at him, blinking occasionally once my eyes got uncomfortably dry. Slightly unrelated, I know. Although Tom could probably look incredible unwashed, in a plastic bag and covered in hair… this time he looked distinctly rough. Dark circles outlined his eyes and he looked skinnier than ever.
He was also kicking dirt all over the carpet with his disgusting brown trainers, which my mum would go spare if she saw.
Noticing I couldn’t actually communicate at all really, he decided to help me out. “I’m staying with you for a bit.” He motioned over to his bags that were stacked up on the side.
With the sight of such a collection of things I was suddenly able to talk, and I found myself hissing with an anger I hadn’t felt for a while, “What the hell is going on Tom? Does my mum know you’re here? I haven’t seen you in such a long time and yet you decide to turn up now, completely unannounced…”
Tom stood up and faced me, studying the panic that was in my face. “It will be fine.” He grinned, and I stared at him, again plagued with silence. Clearly noticing my discomfort he rolled his eyes and said, “Getting past your mum was hard. She doesn’t really like me does she? Anyway, I’ve been kicked out of my home; I’ve lost my job…”
I had to kick start my talking gene, and managed to muster, “How?”
“Oh you know. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to smoke weed in my break. I did go outside and everything, but apparently that’s why I got sacked. And I was kicked out of my home because my mum thinks the drugs are bad. Who’d have thought!”
“Do you take responsibility for anything, Tom? Drugs are fine at parties, but if you’re taking them to go to work then doesn’t that worry you?”
“Nope.”
There was an awkward silence for a bit, before he knelt down and started picking up the stuff that came out of my bag. I fell to my knees, also, and managed to get eye contact, and I fell in love with his blue eyes again: admittedly duller than before, but still amazing.
I was a little caught up in the moment, and found myself doing something ridiculously cheesy, and let my hand brush across his and around his small wrist.
“Dan,” his forced voice came out and I my fingers immediately dropped from his, “If we’re going to live together, you have to realise. I’m a pussy licker, not ass fiddler.”
I felt myself go a little pink, and then jolted back to life, “Live together? Hang on, Tom. I thought you were staying for a few days. I can’t hide you from my mum forever. Believe it or not, she thinks drugs are pretty bad as well, and she doesn’t love you too much.”
“A few days? Where else can I go? I have no other friends that can understand my want to get out of this one. Do you think I enjoy having to live with a cock rubber? Sure I enjoy the drugs, but I do want to get back on track again, and I know that you’ll help me out.”
I felt a twinge of something bad happening, but I pushed that to the back of my mind. This would work out, and I would help Tom get back to his old self, or maybe better, and then I will be heralded as a hero. And then we can fuck each others’ brains out. Fantastic.
That night was difficult to keep him quiet; I snuck out of the house with him to go for chips. It was fun, seeing him like that. I forgot why I was in love with him last year. Now I remember why.
When we went to the chippy, I noticed a slightly familiar face behind the green cap, hair in the eyes and bright yellow uniform. I was a bit distracted by the ghastly outfit, and the hygienic aspect of having hair all in your face (this is a chippy though, so this kind of thing is expected) that I didn’t at first realise who it was.
“Hi Dan!”
It was excited boy! You know, the embarrassing one who kissed me in Stumps the other day. The one I’ve been skipping English to avoid. I know; I tried to forget about him too.
I felt distinctly nauseous, which was worsened by my glance over at Tom who had a look of perfect glee on his face. I started to sweat; partially due to the heat, partially due to the awkward situation that was here.
“Who’s this Dan? You should introduce us.” Tom said happily, eyeing him up and down.
I groaned and tried to hiss out of the side of my mouth, “Tom, just drop it…”
“Drop it?” He announced loudly, and excited boy looked very confused. “Why would I Dan? I want to know who your friends are in college. We are friends, after all.”
I didn’t remind him that ‘friends’ doesn’t really describe what we are.
“This… is…” I looked at his bright eyes and wanted to just run out the door.
“I’m Roger,” He extended his arm in an overly- eager way, and shook Tom’s hand over the counter.
I almost died with relief, my heart stopped pounding and I was ready to be polite and leave. This was relief that was soon replaced by the shock of a guy in our era being called ‘Roger’. Even more reason to avoid him, I say.
“When do you finish, Dodge?” Tom asked, still grinning like a psychopath.
“No, my name is Roger.” He said, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.
“Yeah… I’m going to call you Dodge.” Tom was smiling, but his eyes seem to condemn him to hell for arguing.
“Ok…” He glanced at me, and I tried to give my best ‘ignore him’ face, but I’ve been practising in the mirror since and it looks like I’m grimacing horrifically. “Okay, well I finish at 10 then.”
“Fantastic, me and Dan will wait.”
I was too shocked to argue. To be honest, if I weren’t shocked I would probably still not argue. Tom isn’t the kind of person you argue with.
We left the chippy far too slowly, in my opinion, but we thankfully left. So we sat on a bench and started eating the fish and chips out of the polystyrene box. Why have newspaper, when polystyrene is so much worse for the environment?
“We’re not waiting for him are we Tom?” I asked the air quietly, trying not to meet his eye.
“Of course.” Tom grinned at the side of my face, “It will be fun!” He slapped my back, making me choke on my chips a little.
I was worried.
We waited for excited boy to finish, and he came bounding out of the chippy and gave us both a hug at the same time. Must shower later.
“I’m so glad you waited!” He said, animatedly and walked down the street with us to my house.
“Of course we waited!” Tom said, putting his arm around him.
I stared at him. I like to think we had a silent conversation that went something like:
Me: What are you doing?
Tom: I’m winding you up by being overly flirtatious with a guy you don’t like. What’s more fun that that?
Although I don’t think Tom would be able to send that level of information through a stare. I don’t think he’d be able to give that level of information through speech, to be fair.
Even though I had the keys in my hand Tom insisted on opening the door with a credit card technique. Excited Boy seemed to like it and ran his fingers down Tom’s arm. I was so annoyed, I did virtually the same thing yesterday, how dare he?
Tom smiled at me, and I couldn’t work out what he meant.
“Hi Mrs Radcliffe!” He said as they walked up the stairs.
I waited outside in the cool air, feeling distinctly out of place, and called Dez.
“Tom’s going to do something.” I said as soon as she picked up.
“What? Dan? I don’t know what’s going on there but I’m kind of busy with… you know…” I heard giggling in the background and I scowled. I couldn’t even remember what she said she was going to do later, but by the slurping I could figure it out.
“Just… sort it out or whatever…”
The phone bleeped its depressing ‘hung up on you’ tone, and mocked me. But... maybe that was just me.
I walked up the stairs, slightly annoyed at the lack of response from Dez. She’s usually pretty good at listening to me. Maybe she hadn’t forgiven me for being a selfish bastard after all, despite what she said. Girls are so stupid.
I opened the door and was greeted by smoke.
“Tom!” I jumped at the window and opened it trying desperately to get the air to leave the room, “What are you doing? You can’t smoke in here, and I thought you were trying to come off the drugs?”
“It’s only weed! It doesn’t count.” He said putting the joint in Excited Boy’s mouth and putting his lips around his.
I felt a little sick, but reasoned that he was only doing blow backs, and it didn’t mean anything at all.
They took out the joint from their mouths and handed it to me. Stupid Dan, I said to myself, he’s not excluding you at all; he’s just given you the joint.
Excited boy did not look too well; I surmised that it was often that he smoked because he seemed to be a little scared.
“Are you ok?” I asked, feeling slightly concerned. Tom is a little overwhelming when you first meet him.
“He’s fine,” Tom answered quickly and then grabbed his face staring into his eyes.
“Hang on…” I started, but was too late.
Tom’s eyes fell to a close, and he moved into Excited Boy, pressing his lips onto his. Although it was so wrong to watch I felt glued to the spot, unable to even look away. I knew those lips. I wanted desperately to kiss him and he always pushed me away, and yet here he was running his fingers through Dodge’s hair.
He gently kissed along his lips, letting his tongue lightly run its way across his upper lip. Dodge breathed heavily out, and I knew that breath. That’s the breath that you let out after having a perfect kiss.
Tom’s eyes opened and he smiled into the kiss looking straight at me.
I managed to move my body and I slammed myself toward the door and left the room as quickly as I could. Flying down the stairs I grabbed the door and ran outside, gasping into the night air. I wished I could cry but tears weren’t coming.
This was Tom. This was his game. Because it was fun to do this to someone who cared about you. Because he knew I would be around again.
I started to run and thundered down the path, trying to forget what had just happened. I tried to focus on the pounding of my heart and the sound of my feet pummelling the pavement.
Before I knew it I was somewhere else, and trying to locate where I was.
“Dan?” A silky voice floated out beside me.
“Beth? I swear… I see you…” I gulped in air and didn’t realise how out of breath I was. That was probably the most exercise I had done all year. “Beth… Tom kissed… him… in front of me…”
I sank to my knees and she joined me, rolling her eyes.
“Wanna get fucked?” She said after a while.
Rating: Bad language. Really bad language. And drug references.
Summary: Dan returns in the sequel of Show me how struggling through his first year of sixth form college. As if teenage life wasn’t hard enough without being gay and in love with your seemingly straight best friend!
Notes: Nothing like having to write a dissertation to get your procrastination flowing. Anywho, hope that all is well. :)
Chapter 2
I noticed as I was walking home from college that the sun was shining and the warmth spread across my face, that the golden leaves on trees were flying to the earth and that life couldn’t get much better than this.
I walked up my door jangling my keys in my hand, humming some stupid tuneless noise thinking about how fantastic the world was… even Dez forgave me for being a selfish bastard.
As the door creaked open, I stepped into the hall, and hung my coat on the side. I couldn’t help but grin madly, and I stuck my head into the living room winking at my sister and waving to my mum.
I almost flew up the stairs, with my bag in my hands and careered into my room. As soon as the door swung open however, I neatly dropped my bag and all its contents over the floor and my stomach tried to push its way through my arse.
“Hi Dan.” Came the voice that sounded like strawberries being slowly covered in thick, gooey cream from the beautiful man sat on the end of my bed.
Dumbfounded, I stared at him, blinking occasionally once my eyes got uncomfortably dry. Slightly unrelated, I know. Although Tom could probably look incredible unwashed, in a plastic bag and covered in hair… this time he looked distinctly rough. Dark circles outlined his eyes and he looked skinnier than ever.
He was also kicking dirt all over the carpet with his disgusting brown trainers, which my mum would go spare if she saw.
Noticing I couldn’t actually communicate at all really, he decided to help me out. “I’m staying with you for a bit.” He motioned over to his bags that were stacked up on the side.
With the sight of such a collection of things I was suddenly able to talk, and I found myself hissing with an anger I hadn’t felt for a while, “What the hell is going on Tom? Does my mum know you’re here? I haven’t seen you in such a long time and yet you decide to turn up now, completely unannounced…”
Tom stood up and faced me, studying the panic that was in my face. “It will be fine.” He grinned, and I stared at him, again plagued with silence. Clearly noticing my discomfort he rolled his eyes and said, “Getting past your mum was hard. She doesn’t really like me does she? Anyway, I’ve been kicked out of my home; I’ve lost my job…”
I had to kick start my talking gene, and managed to muster, “How?”
“Oh you know. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to smoke weed in my break. I did go outside and everything, but apparently that’s why I got sacked. And I was kicked out of my home because my mum thinks the drugs are bad. Who’d have thought!”
“Do you take responsibility for anything, Tom? Drugs are fine at parties, but if you’re taking them to go to work then doesn’t that worry you?”
“Nope.”
There was an awkward silence for a bit, before he knelt down and started picking up the stuff that came out of my bag. I fell to my knees, also, and managed to get eye contact, and I fell in love with his blue eyes again: admittedly duller than before, but still amazing.
I was a little caught up in the moment, and found myself doing something ridiculously cheesy, and let my hand brush across his and around his small wrist.
“Dan,” his forced voice came out and I my fingers immediately dropped from his, “If we’re going to live together, you have to realise. I’m a pussy licker, not ass fiddler.”
I felt myself go a little pink, and then jolted back to life, “Live together? Hang on, Tom. I thought you were staying for a few days. I can’t hide you from my mum forever. Believe it or not, she thinks drugs are pretty bad as well, and she doesn’t love you too much.”
“A few days? Where else can I go? I have no other friends that can understand my want to get out of this one. Do you think I enjoy having to live with a cock rubber? Sure I enjoy the drugs, but I do want to get back on track again, and I know that you’ll help me out.”
I felt a twinge of something bad happening, but I pushed that to the back of my mind. This would work out, and I would help Tom get back to his old self, or maybe better, and then I will be heralded as a hero. And then we can fuck each others’ brains out. Fantastic.
That night was difficult to keep him quiet; I snuck out of the house with him to go for chips. It was fun, seeing him like that. I forgot why I was in love with him last year. Now I remember why.
When we went to the chippy, I noticed a slightly familiar face behind the green cap, hair in the eyes and bright yellow uniform. I was a bit distracted by the ghastly outfit, and the hygienic aspect of having hair all in your face (this is a chippy though, so this kind of thing is expected) that I didn’t at first realise who it was.
“Hi Dan!”
It was excited boy! You know, the embarrassing one who kissed me in Stumps the other day. The one I’ve been skipping English to avoid. I know; I tried to forget about him too.
I felt distinctly nauseous, which was worsened by my glance over at Tom who had a look of perfect glee on his face. I started to sweat; partially due to the heat, partially due to the awkward situation that was here.
“Who’s this Dan? You should introduce us.” Tom said happily, eyeing him up and down.
I groaned and tried to hiss out of the side of my mouth, “Tom, just drop it…”
“Drop it?” He announced loudly, and excited boy looked very confused. “Why would I Dan? I want to know who your friends are in college. We are friends, after all.”
I didn’t remind him that ‘friends’ doesn’t really describe what we are.
“This… is…” I looked at his bright eyes and wanted to just run out the door.
“I’m Roger,” He extended his arm in an overly- eager way, and shook Tom’s hand over the counter.
I almost died with relief, my heart stopped pounding and I was ready to be polite and leave. This was relief that was soon replaced by the shock of a guy in our era being called ‘Roger’. Even more reason to avoid him, I say.
“When do you finish, Dodge?” Tom asked, still grinning like a psychopath.
“No, my name is Roger.” He said, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.
“Yeah… I’m going to call you Dodge.” Tom was smiling, but his eyes seem to condemn him to hell for arguing.
“Ok…” He glanced at me, and I tried to give my best ‘ignore him’ face, but I’ve been practising in the mirror since and it looks like I’m grimacing horrifically. “Okay, well I finish at 10 then.”
“Fantastic, me and Dan will wait.”
I was too shocked to argue. To be honest, if I weren’t shocked I would probably still not argue. Tom isn’t the kind of person you argue with.
We left the chippy far too slowly, in my opinion, but we thankfully left. So we sat on a bench and started eating the fish and chips out of the polystyrene box. Why have newspaper, when polystyrene is so much worse for the environment?
“We’re not waiting for him are we Tom?” I asked the air quietly, trying not to meet his eye.
“Of course.” Tom grinned at the side of my face, “It will be fun!” He slapped my back, making me choke on my chips a little.
I was worried.
We waited for excited boy to finish, and he came bounding out of the chippy and gave us both a hug at the same time. Must shower later.
“I’m so glad you waited!” He said, animatedly and walked down the street with us to my house.
“Of course we waited!” Tom said, putting his arm around him.
I stared at him. I like to think we had a silent conversation that went something like:
Me: What are you doing?
Tom: I’m winding you up by being overly flirtatious with a guy you don’t like. What’s more fun that that?
Although I don’t think Tom would be able to send that level of information through a stare. I don’t think he’d be able to give that level of information through speech, to be fair.
Even though I had the keys in my hand Tom insisted on opening the door with a credit card technique. Excited Boy seemed to like it and ran his fingers down Tom’s arm. I was so annoyed, I did virtually the same thing yesterday, how dare he?
Tom smiled at me, and I couldn’t work out what he meant.
“Hi Mrs Radcliffe!” He said as they walked up the stairs.
I waited outside in the cool air, feeling distinctly out of place, and called Dez.
“Tom’s going to do something.” I said as soon as she picked up.
“What? Dan? I don’t know what’s going on there but I’m kind of busy with… you know…” I heard giggling in the background and I scowled. I couldn’t even remember what she said she was going to do later, but by the slurping I could figure it out.
“Just… sort it out or whatever…”
The phone bleeped its depressing ‘hung up on you’ tone, and mocked me. But... maybe that was just me.
I walked up the stairs, slightly annoyed at the lack of response from Dez. She’s usually pretty good at listening to me. Maybe she hadn’t forgiven me for being a selfish bastard after all, despite what she said. Girls are so stupid.
I opened the door and was greeted by smoke.
“Tom!” I jumped at the window and opened it trying desperately to get the air to leave the room, “What are you doing? You can’t smoke in here, and I thought you were trying to come off the drugs?”
“It’s only weed! It doesn’t count.” He said putting the joint in Excited Boy’s mouth and putting his lips around his.
I felt a little sick, but reasoned that he was only doing blow backs, and it didn’t mean anything at all.
They took out the joint from their mouths and handed it to me. Stupid Dan, I said to myself, he’s not excluding you at all; he’s just given you the joint.
Excited boy did not look too well; I surmised that it was often that he smoked because he seemed to be a little scared.
“Are you ok?” I asked, feeling slightly concerned. Tom is a little overwhelming when you first meet him.
“He’s fine,” Tom answered quickly and then grabbed his face staring into his eyes.
“Hang on…” I started, but was too late.
Tom’s eyes fell to a close, and he moved into Excited Boy, pressing his lips onto his. Although it was so wrong to watch I felt glued to the spot, unable to even look away. I knew those lips. I wanted desperately to kiss him and he always pushed me away, and yet here he was running his fingers through Dodge’s hair.
He gently kissed along his lips, letting his tongue lightly run its way across his upper lip. Dodge breathed heavily out, and I knew that breath. That’s the breath that you let out after having a perfect kiss.
Tom’s eyes opened and he smiled into the kiss looking straight at me.
I managed to move my body and I slammed myself toward the door and left the room as quickly as I could. Flying down the stairs I grabbed the door and ran outside, gasping into the night air. I wished I could cry but tears weren’t coming.
This was Tom. This was his game. Because it was fun to do this to someone who cared about you. Because he knew I would be around again.
I started to run and thundered down the path, trying to forget what had just happened. I tried to focus on the pounding of my heart and the sound of my feet pummelling the pavement.
Before I knew it I was somewhere else, and trying to locate where I was.
“Dan?” A silky voice floated out beside me.
“Beth? I swear… I see you…” I gulped in air and didn’t realise how out of breath I was. That was probably the most exercise I had done all year. “Beth… Tom kissed… him… in front of me…”
I sank to my knees and she joined me, rolling her eyes.
“Wanna get fucked?” She said after a while.