Drama Comes With the Territory

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Title: Drama Comes With the Territory
Author: x_tired_crazy_x
Summary: Two rich twin brothers... what could go wrong. A highschool fic.
Disclaimer: Not real. Never will be.
Dedication: To Rachel as it always is. Things get better and maybe this story will help. THANKS TO EVERYONE THAT LEAVES A REVIEW!
Notes: Add for previous chapters...

Chapter OnelChapter TwolChapter ThreelChapter FourlChapter FivelChapter Sixl Chapter Seven

I’m pissed. Don’t care what anyone has to say about it, I am pissed the fuck off. Something is totally fuckin’ wrong with Joel. There we were getting ready for school with the guys when Joel starts acting really shy. Which could be understandable, yeah. Especially after a night like last night… The last thing I’m actually able to recount clearly without some random item sparking up a memory is that blow job. I don’t think I’ll be forgetting that one anytime soon either. But anyways, back to the topic. Something’s up with Joel and he’s not telling me. He lied to me. He hasn’t said a word since anyone woke up and he’s dressed like a bum. Joel never dresses like a bum. Outright refuses to where pajama’s to school… but here he is standing in front of me wearing sweatpants and a really tight fitting T-shirt. I do like that shirt on him though… God Benj, stay on topic. He’s pulling flip-flops out of his bag, throwing them down in front of him. I’m about to demand him to tell me what the hell is going on, but then he looks up at me and smiles cutely. You know, now… here at Billy’s house really isn’t even the right time to have a serious conversation anyway.

Joel walks up closer to me and wraps his arms around my neck. I smile over his shoulder because he’s so cute and I know he’s trying to do this kind of silent apology. I like that he puts in such effort. He pulls back, but we stay close and I look down at his shirt. It’s a band-T that might possibly be mine. I pull back even further to get a good look at it and it’s brown with blue type-writing letters that say “Say Anything.” Nope, that one’s his.

“You look cute,” I comment.
“No, I look like a fucking bum that should be on the side of the road,” he complains.
“Why didn’t you get all pretty then?” I ask him.
“I’m too tired. I don’t even wanna go to school, I just wanna go to bed,” he replies.
“How many day’s have we skipped so far this year?” I wonder out loud.
“A lot,” a voice from behind us answers and both Joel and I turn to see Cory walking into the guest room in just a towel. “You guys mind stepping out so I can get some clothes on?”

“Huh?” I ask. Cory motions to his bag in the corner.
“I was wondering who’s that was,” I turn to Joel. Joel laughs and kisses my cheek. “You’re adorable,” I tell him, looking into his happy eyes… but there’s something there. Something not happy. As soon as we get home, I’m definitely going to be asking him about that.

“Um, guys… Clothes, room. Get out?” Cory is still standing in his towel.
“Whoops,” I say. Joel goes over to our bags and packs up all of our shit.
“You riding with us?” I ask Cory.
“I thought you brought the Corvette?” he questions. I shake my head.
“Nah, the Camero. Duh,” I say. Cory laughs.
“Fuck yeah, just let me get dressed,” he replies. I nod. Joel stands up with our things in his hands.
“Meetcha’ outside,” I call out as Joel follows me. The door closes and we walk down the hallway to the stairs where we descend the staircase and walk in on Billy and Paul in a heated argument. Their voices quiet at the sound of me and Joel’s presence, but you can see the disagreement in their eyes.

“I’m sorry, Benji,” Billy speaks slowly through gritted teeth while staring at Paul. Once he rips his eyes away, his demeanor changes and seems genuine. “I really didn’t mean that shit and you and Joel have enough shit to go through, I was just being an ass,” he adds. Joel eyes me confused for a second.

“Just don’t do coke, man. That shit fucks with your mind,” I tell him.
Joel whispers out an, “Oh yeah,” like he just figured out what Billy was talking about. I pull him forward and put my arm around his neck.

“And I’m sorry to you too Joel. I was just trying to help you out, figured you gotta get tired of kissing this freak and might want an excuse smooch on another,” he says.
“Hey, heard that,” Cory yells from upstairs.

Joel laughs lightly as I look over and watch him. God, everything about him is just another piece that makes up the work of art that he is. The pure perfection of his face, eyes, nose, mouth and how they all collaborate when he smiles to make him look that much better. That much more attractive. He drives me insane.

I kiss the side of his head again and once I pull away, he looks up at me and our eyes connect bringing our lips together with them.

Suddenly a plethora of puking noises and fake fart sounds invade the air.

“Hey now, let them have their moment,” Paul says, but to no avail.

Joel and I pull apart with laughs.

“Ready to head out?” Joel asks everyone. Everybody groans, but starts filing outside to the morning chill. Me and Joel are the last ones to leave the house and at the last second, I pull Joel back.

“Do you want to just go home? Drop off Cory and then chill at home… call Mom and Dad maybe?” Joel looks at me his eyes unreadable. “Yeah?” I question grabbing his hand.
“No, I have to go to school,” he says and turns away towards the car. Okay then… That plan failed, but I’m gonna figure out whatever he’s hiding. Even if it kills me.

“Shotgun!” Cory shouts breaking my serious thoughts. Joel clears his throat loudly looking back at me till I dangle the car keys. “I mean, uh backseat! Yey!” Cory corrects himself and all the guys laugh.

“Jesus, what were you thinking, old sport?” I joke unlocking the car and throwing our shit in the back, allowing Cory to climb in.
“Shut up, Benj and don’t go all Gatsby on me before English class,” Cory groans again making everyone laugh. Normally it’s Billy and I making all the theatrics but today it’s me and Cory.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Joel breathes out throwing himself into the passenger seat. I stand for a second after everyone is in the car and just think… only for a quick second though.

“You’re gonna make us late,” a voice from the backseat reminds me.
“Shut up and deal,” I tell him snapping out of it and getting in the car. I close the door and rev the engine waiting until Paul’s car pulls out to follow him… only so I can pass him on the opposite side of the road and show off my wheels. It results in a minimal reaction from Joel while Cory turns in his seat to make faces at them while I make them eat dust.

“When are you gonna tell me what’s on your brain?” I ask bluntly, side glancing at my boyfriend and raising an eyebrow. Joel looks out the window for a long moment before he drags his line of sight to mine.
“Nothing…” he lies.
“Was I born yesterday?”
“We’re twins, you think I’m that stupid?”

I sigh. I really don’t wanna fight with him right now. “Just… when you feel like telling me, tell me, please?” Joel nods, but keeps his eyes lowered. However, this reactions, is exactly what I thought I’d get. Cory in the back seat totally fell silent as soon as I started talking to Joel. Even he knows something… Fortunately, he’s a lot easier to get things out of. I just have to talk to him when Joel’s not around…

Shouldn’t be too hard.

I hope.

When I pull into the school parking lot, Cory and Joel are talking about something and I’m just zoning out worrying about my brother. I know that I should probably just chill out about it, but I can’t. Somewhere in the back of my head I know that something is really wrong and it’s hurting me that Joel has yet to divulge his secret. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have any secrets from him so why is he allowed to have some from me? We’re twins, brothers, and lovers. That alone should mean there’s nothing that separates us. No lies or bullshit. I just want to know the truth.

If I really do have to go to Cory to find out what the fuck is going on, I’m going to be increasingly disappointed in Joel. God, I hate feeling disappointed in him. He’s the person that’s supposed to make me proud… which he does, so when he does disappoint me it hurts that much more. You know… it’s always like that when it comes to the people you love.

Cory’s the first one to get out of the car and he makes his way to where Paul’s parking spot is. That gives me another second to keep Joel to myself.

“So, you sure you wanna go inside?” I question hopefully. Joel chuckles a little, but I can tell it’s forced.
“You must have a history test or something… Benji, we have to go to school,” he chastises.
“You figured out my secret… oh no,” I lie with a half smile. I take a deep breath and bite my lip for a moment.

“I love you,” I say reaching a hand over to caress his cheek with my thumb, guiding his chin so his eyes find mine. His eyes seem to smile, even if just for a moment.

“I love you too,” he says and then our lips connect for a tender moment and for that second it feels like everything’s going to be just fine.

Except deep down, I know it’s not.

Joel’s Point Of View

It’s third block. I’m nervous. I have to remind myself to breathe at least every three minutes. I think my body is trying to kill itself because god knows I don’t want to be anywhere near Tony let alone make out with him. I’m scared. In all honesty, I’m afraid and nearly going out of my mind. I sit in the back corner of the Chem. Lab. Stupid Mr. Baker is giving another one of his long, drawn out lectures that could put anyone to rest and normally it works on me. But not today. Nothing is going to be normal today.

I dare to look at the clock which I immediately regret. There’s only five minutes left in class. That means five minutes until I have to…

I don’t even want to think about it, but it’s all my brain seems able to wrap itself around. I think about Tony and his lips covering mine and it makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t want to kiss Tony. I never have… and his gross blonde hair and the stupid jean jacket he constantly wears and just… everything about him is absolutely disgusting.

And I have to kiss him… he wants people to think I’m his boyfriend. I can feel bile build up in the back of my throat and I fight to keep it down. I can’t tell Benji. I already know that’s not an option. Cory knows, but if Cory found out I had to kiss him, he’d tell Benji in a heartbeat. Fuck… soon everyone is gonna know that I kissed him. Shit…

I feel like I want to cry. I want to ball my eyes out, rip out all my hair, and just explode in every way possible. But at the same time, I can’t. I can’t do anything like that because if I back out of this, then our lives are over. I can’t be responsible for that. I don’t even want to know what Mom and Dad would do if they found out their little boys are bonking in their bedrooms. They’d be disgusted and probably force us into separate rooms if not different sides of the world. And that’s one thing I can’t do… I can’t live without Benji. I need him to be there for me, because nobody in the world knows me like he does and when it comes down to it. He’s the only other person in the world I know I can trust.

At least before Tony came and decided he wanted to ruin our lives. God, it’s so unfair. Why us? Why me?

The bell signally class is over finally sounds. I close my eyes, bite my lip, draw in a deep breath and hold it. When I let it out I try to clear my head and just… I have to do this.

I gather my things as slow as I possibly can, dragging out each movement I make. When I can’t make my binder any tidier, I carry it in my arms, holding it to my chest like it’s going to protect me or something. I make my way out the door concentrating on controlling my breathing. Steady in, steady out, almost in pace with my steps. As soon as my body is physically in the hallway I feel my arm being yanked and close my eyes tightly.

“Come on, Joel, let’s go make a scene,” Tony sneers into my ear, putting his arm around my body with his lips moving against my neck. I feel like I’m walking on clouds, about to fall through and plummet to the ground below. The stomach acid in my stomach swirls around, threatening to make a presence.

The mother fucker was waiting for me.

Tony’s dragging me, my legs moving stupidly to transfer weight. Students are passing us, but everyone and everything seems to blur while I feel Tony’s body pressing against mine. I feel ashamed. Benji’s going to hear about this, but what is he going to do? I don’t even want to think about it…

Faster than expected, I find myself next to staircase in the back hallway. Tony has positioned me against the wall, my body moving like clay under his touch, willing to do anything for this to end. He dips his face down to whisper in my ear. To anyone else, it would look almost lovingly.

“Kiss me like you mean it,” he threatens trailing one hand down from my shoulder to my wrists where he digs his thumbnail into the skin. I make a small noise and nod my head quickly.

As soon as my eyes close, his lips are on mine in seconds and I can hear girls gasping and giggling while some guys make puking noises. I notice I’m not really kissing him and his thumbnail starts piercing my skin again… almost breaking it. I immediately move my lips against his feeling his tongue force its way into my mouth.

Please, let this end… I beg mentally, while opening my mouth more and unwillingly accepting his tongue. He groans loudly like he gets pleasure from kissing me. He hooks his arm around my body and pulls me closer to him and I suddenly feel a bulge in his pants being pressed against my abdomen. You’ve got to be kidding me… Tony pulls back right after that.

“That’s the next step, Joely,” he breathes in my ear, licking the side of my face. “You’re coming over after school today. I don’t care how you do it, but you are,” he orders. “And if you don’t… heh. You really don’t want to find out,” he smirks. The bell rings signally you should be in class. The hallway clears, but Tony still has me pressed against the wall. He forces his tongue down my throat one last time before taking off down the hallway. I stand there and watching trying to process his words… trying to process what just happened. My legs collapse, all while my stomach lurches. My books have long since fallen to the floor… I try to scramble to my feet, but there’s no time.

“Joel!” Fuck!

It’s Benji. He rushes to my side, falling to his knees while my stomach empties itself on the hard tile.

“Fuck, you okay?” he asks. I can’t bear to look at him. I can feel his hand on me and it seems to burn my skin. I make a noise and jerk away from him, feeling sick and drained. My stomach makes another rumbling feeling and I hold my abs while they painfully constrict. All the contents once in my stomach now stare at me from the floor making me feel even sicker. Ugh, and the smell…

“Joel, what’s happened?” Benji presses on moving around my pile of puke so he’s in front of me. He helps me get off my hands and knees and sit up, which I guess helps but every time he touches me, it feels like fire on my skin.

“Got sick,” I croak out stating the obvious.

Just then a teacher’s aid walks into the hall. She makes a loud gasping noise and Benji’s eyes shoot up to her.

“Is everything okay here?” she asks keeping her distance. I barely take in the words coming from her mouth.

“It’s my brother, he got sick…” Benji explains with a hand on my back. It slides down to right above the band of my sweats and stays there.

“Take him to the nurse while I get a janitor,” the aid orders. “Can you do that?” she questions obviously not wanting to, but taking a few steps closer to us. I sit against the wall, leaning on Benji.

“Of course,” Benji sighs, looking at me worried as I don’t respond to anything going on around me. Even after puking I can still taste Tony in my mouth and it makes me want to puke more…

“Could you just carry our books for me?” he requests being as charming and polite as can be. Teachers generally don’t like Benji and I considering we’re the party kings of Waldorf. The aid nods accordingly and quickly gathers our books into a pile then she takes off down the hall towards the office. I groan.

“Shit Joel…” is all my brother can say while he gently shakes my shoulder. I remain unresponsive to him, looking at the wall across from me through tears I didn’t realize were there. You know how when you puke, your eyes water like hell… I consider whether or not any of my tears are real…

I feel Benji’s hands all over me, trying to get me to my feet while avoiding the grotesque mountain of vomit I created. He soon gets me to my feet, but I can’t stand him touching me. I push away from him jerkily, leaning against the wall with both of my hands. If I was walking on clouds before, now add that sensation with the addition of legs feeling like Jell-O.

“Joel, what’s with you?” Benji demands accusingly. I can’t physically speak. I try to, but the noises I manage to make are small ones. My throat is so raw and it burns… just like when Benji’s skin touches mine. Every time… he’s scorching me.

He sighs when I don’t answer him. “I have to get you to the nurse,” he says and without any of my say, lifts me in him arms like I’m some kind of baby and starts down the hallway. We pass a couple of students holding bathroom passes… I catch glimpses of them when I struggle to open my eyes. They give us funny looks but I’m to out of it to care.

“You’re scaring me Joely,” Benji whispers to me, kissing my forehead at one point right before he lets my feet drop to the ground. He opens the door to the nurse’s office and walks inside, pretty much dragging me behind him.

“Did he just puke?” asks the schools nurse, Ms. Romano. She looks from Benji to me taking in the fact we’re twins. I find my target… the chair right next to the door and collapse on it, flinging my body onto the table next to it and closing my eyes.

“Yeah,” Benji answer quietly. I feel his eyes on me, but don’t move.

“What’s his name?” Ms. Romano takes a seat near me and coaxes me into lifting up my head.

“Joel… we’re the twins. Benji and Joel Madden,” Benji explains gravely.

“Joel, do you think you’re going to get sick again?” Ms. Romano directs a question to me, talking to me like I’m a retarded two-year-old or something. I shake my head slowly… She stands up and comes back with a thermometer. Benji doesn’t leave; he stands in the corner watching me.

I accept the stupid stick the nurse puts in front of my mouth. It goes under my tongue and I wait for it to beep. Once it does I just open my mouth and let it fall out.

“His temperature’s running at a hundred-and-one,” she announces averting attention from me back to my brother. “Is there a parent or guardian that can pick him up?” she asks. I almost laugh out loud… I would if my head wasn’t a heap of mush.

“No,” Benji replies sounding sad. “Only me, we drive to school…” he explains in a manner that entails the nurse not to ask questions. She sighs like this is something she didn’t want to do, but has no choice.

“Well I can give you a pass, you’re over the age of 18, you can sign yourselves out,” she shrugs dismissively. “I would suggest once you get home, he should lay down and drink plenty of fluids. Possibly some soup and ginger ale might help his stomach. If his temperature continues to rise, take him to a doctor,” she suggests getting up. “An aid dropped your books off over there…”

“Okay,” Benji says like he took all that information in. I sure as hell didn’t. I can barely see straight let alone hold on to information.

“Can I just go get our book bags?” Benji requests.

“Of course,” is the nurse’s simple reply.

My brother touches my shoulder before he leaves to go fetch our bags. I return to my first position where I’m hunched over the table. My head feels like it’s stuck in a whirlwind of depression and I can’t do anything but spin and spin and spin.

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