Chapter 3 "The Hitcher" and cockfetti story
So, today was Rowan's parent/teacher conference. This was the one I was worried about.
After talking to the teachers, everything's cool and apparently she's doing great. I help her with her homework so I know what she's capable of, but I wasn't sure if they were going to say that she should be held back.
I can now breathe easier on this point now. I've been wondering if she was going to be able to keep up all this time.
I won't go into detail, just suffice it to say, I'm happy. :)
I then came home to find Rowan and Donovan had found the 'cockfetti' that had come with my QaF goodies.
Rowan was applying the confetti to Donovan's cheeks and her own. When I found them, she said, "look! We're pretty!" Then she asked where I got the hearts.
*breathes in deeply*
So here's the next installment of my badfic experiment. Are people still reading this BTW?
Title: The Hitcher
Chapter: Chapter 3
Pairing: Brian/Justin; some mild, not really there Justin/Ethan - in fact, they don't have sex...at all.
Genre: Badfic/Horror/Suspense
Rating: S for stupid
Summary: You've seen the movie. Come on. You haven't? Okay. Justin picks up more than he can handle (and I don't mean a raging case of herpes) when he picks up a hitchhiker. Chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: It's all true and yes, I am Spartacus!!!!
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
"Um...that depends...where you going?" Justin asked of the stranger.
"South," the man replied while leaning against the phone booth just outside of the diner. He had a few days growth beard, a bomber jacket and a pair of very comfy looking jeans.
"We're headed that way too," Justin said with a smile.
"Justin," Ethan whispered as he elbowed his companion.
"Stop," Justin whispered back and turned once again to the stranger. "Where do you have to go exactly?"
The man looked behind Justin and saw the Chevy. He stood up straighter and peered at both boys. "You were the two that left me out on the road, weren't you?"
"Shit," Ethan mumbled.
"Was that you?!" Justin exclaimed as he stood straighter. "I'm so sorry. It's just that...and then...I'm so sorry," he continued to babble.
The man smiled. "That's okay. I wouldn't pick me up either." As he said this, the toothpick shifted to the other side of his mouth. Justin kept a keen eye on the stick and then looked down quickly at the man's hand. The man's nice strong hand.
And the gold wedding band on his finger.
Funny, he had definitely gotten a blip on his gaydar from the man.
That was quite regrettable.
"What happened?" Justin asked with a bit of concern.
"The car just...died. I'm not a mechanic," the man said with a smirk. "I hate grease."
"Justin drinks it for breakfast," Ethan quipped.
"Yeah, I bet," the man said while licking his lips. "Look, my name is Brian. Brian Kinney," Brian said as he held his hand out for Justin to shake. "I'd really be in your debt if you could give me a lift to where I'm going."
"Of course we will," Justin said while shaking Brian's hand.
"Justin? Can I speak to you for a moment?" Ethan said while pulling Justin by the shirt away from the man.
"What?" Justin said.
"What?" Ethan repeated. "We are so not picking up a stranger, especially that one!" Ethan said while pointing over in Brian's direction.
"Way to be inconspicuous. Why not? He seems nice," Justin said with a smile as he waved to Brian.
"Nice? Nice? I dunno. There's something wrong about him..."
"Did you see the ring? He's probably got some pretty little wife somewhere waiting at home for him. Probably 2.5 kids playing with an XBox while the family dog is out rutting through the neighbor's garbage."
"I dunno," Ethan said once again while shaking his head.
"Please Ethan? I feel so bad already for leaving him stranded out there. This is my way of...of redeeming myself."
"Couldn't you just give some money to the Ronald McDonald house instead? I think I saw a McDonald's around here somewhere. I know, let's go now and find one," Ethan said as he tried to pull Justin with him. "I'll buy you a happy meal."
"Ethan," Justin said as he rooted himself to the spot.
"Fine," Ethan said as he admitted defeat. "Let's go play the good samaritan to the nice psycho breeder."
"Brian," Justin called out as he pointed behind him, "car's this way."
"Excellent," Brian said and smiled.
TBC
After talking to the teachers, everything's cool and apparently she's doing great. I help her with her homework so I know what she's capable of, but I wasn't sure if they were going to say that she should be held back.
I can now breathe easier on this point now. I've been wondering if she was going to be able to keep up all this time.
I won't go into detail, just suffice it to say, I'm happy. :)
I then came home to find Rowan and Donovan had found the 'cockfetti' that had come with my QaF goodies.
Rowan was applying the confetti to Donovan's cheeks and her own. When I found them, she said, "look! We're pretty!" Then she asked where I got the hearts.
*breathes in deeply*
So here's the next installment of my badfic experiment. Are people still reading this BTW?
Title: The Hitcher
Chapter: Chapter 3
Pairing: Brian/Justin; some mild, not really there Justin/Ethan - in fact, they don't have sex...at all.
Genre: Badfic/Horror/Suspense
Rating: S for stupid
Summary: You've seen the movie. Come on. You haven't? Okay. Justin picks up more than he can handle (and I don't mean a raging case of herpes) when he picks up a hitchhiker. Chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: It's all true and yes, I am Spartacus!!!!
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
"Um...that depends...where you going?" Justin asked of the stranger.
"South," the man replied while leaning against the phone booth just outside of the diner. He had a few days growth beard, a bomber jacket and a pair of very comfy looking jeans.
"We're headed that way too," Justin said with a smile.
"Justin," Ethan whispered as he elbowed his companion.
"Stop," Justin whispered back and turned once again to the stranger. "Where do you have to go exactly?"
The man looked behind Justin and saw the Chevy. He stood up straighter and peered at both boys. "You were the two that left me out on the road, weren't you?"
"Shit," Ethan mumbled.
"Was that you?!" Justin exclaimed as he stood straighter. "I'm so sorry. It's just that...and then...I'm so sorry," he continued to babble.
The man smiled. "That's okay. I wouldn't pick me up either." As he said this, the toothpick shifted to the other side of his mouth. Justin kept a keen eye on the stick and then looked down quickly at the man's hand. The man's nice strong hand.
And the gold wedding band on his finger.
Funny, he had definitely gotten a blip on his gaydar from the man.
That was quite regrettable.
"What happened?" Justin asked with a bit of concern.
"The car just...died. I'm not a mechanic," the man said with a smirk. "I hate grease."
"Justin drinks it for breakfast," Ethan quipped.
"Yeah, I bet," the man said while licking his lips. "Look, my name is Brian. Brian Kinney," Brian said as he held his hand out for Justin to shake. "I'd really be in your debt if you could give me a lift to where I'm going."
"Of course we will," Justin said while shaking Brian's hand.
"Justin? Can I speak to you for a moment?" Ethan said while pulling Justin by the shirt away from the man.
"What?" Justin said.
"What?" Ethan repeated. "We are so not picking up a stranger, especially that one!" Ethan said while pointing over in Brian's direction.
"Way to be inconspicuous. Why not? He seems nice," Justin said with a smile as he waved to Brian.
"Nice? Nice? I dunno. There's something wrong about him..."
"Did you see the ring? He's probably got some pretty little wife somewhere waiting at home for him. Probably 2.5 kids playing with an XBox while the family dog is out rutting through the neighbor's garbage."
"I dunno," Ethan said once again while shaking his head.
"Please Ethan? I feel so bad already for leaving him stranded out there. This is my way of...of redeeming myself."
"Couldn't you just give some money to the Ronald McDonald house instead? I think I saw a McDonald's around here somewhere. I know, let's go now and find one," Ethan said as he tried to pull Justin with him. "I'll buy you a happy meal."
"Ethan," Justin said as he rooted himself to the spot.
"Fine," Ethan said as he admitted defeat. "Let's go play the good samaritan to the nice psycho breeder."
"Brian," Justin called out as he pointed behind him, "car's this way."
"Excellent," Brian said and smiled.
TBC