DCWT
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 Six
Our friends have been there for us for a very long time. I can easily recall telling them that me and Joel were in love. I stood there, holding Joel’s hand for support while I tried to gauge what Billy’s reaction would be. Neither me or Joel were worried about Paul, hell… Paul had walked in on us once. He already knew. Joel on the other hand was stressing more about Cory.
I remember exactly what Billy had said.
“Benji, I could care less about where the fuck you put your penis. Though I must say, I’d rather not see your penis at all… but I suppose Joel does,” Billy made a funny face. “That just sounds fucked up…”
Cory laughed at this point.
“Well, maybe incest is just like… the next step after gayness or something?” Cory raised his eyebrows honestly thinking that he just said a smart statement.
I think Cory nearly toppled over when Joel hugged him after that, ‘cause he was so goddamn relieved. Cory and Joel have always been like that… I do trust the kid. Probably the only person I trust with Joel.
Now back to reality.
“Make out with him…” Billy dares us threateningly, but we all know he’s just kidding around. My first reaction to the request is to look over at Joel and raise an eyebrow. His face goes beat red and he shakes his head furiously.
“Oh, come on, you call a chicken and I get to punch you in the balls,” Billy gives him the ultimatum. Sadly, he actually looks like he’s considering it.
“It’s weird,” he squeaks, face still showing color.
“Oh, you can give him a fucking blowjob a couple rooms over, but you can’t kiss him in my presence. I think that gives me the right to be personally offended,” Billy folds his arms across his chest. Joel looks over at me begging for help just using his eyes.
“Dude, that’s unfair, the dare was to me anyway,” I tell him.
“Fine, if Joel’s so unwilling to kiss his boyfriend, then you kiss Cory.” Joel makes some noise between a squeak and an angry grunt. Jesus Christ. Cory leans into Joel and says he wouldn’t do it anyway and Joel damn well should know I’d never go with that.
My eyes grow dark while I stare at Billy. “Man, stop being a fuckin’ jackass, you’re always taken things a step to far,” Paul steps in before I say something I know I’ll come to regret. “I know you’re stoned, but you ain’t that stupid,” Paul adds as an after note.
“I have a phone call guys,” Joel announces. “I’ll be back in a second,” he says mostly eyeing me. I nod at him and he stands up with his phone in hand and presses a button before exiting the room. Suddenly Cory’s eyes are on mine.
“What?” I ask demandingly.
“Huh?” he jumps like he just realized he was staring.
“What was that look for?”
Cory clears his thick throat. “Nothing, I just. I think that was my mom calling his cell. I better go out there.”
I laugh out loud. “Oh man, that fuckin’ sucks! I never gotta worry about that problem.”
“Yeah, and look how you turned out, you bone your brother,” Billy spits out.
“That’s it. No more weed for you for like two weeks. When did you go from being a happy stoner to a fucking dickwad?” Paul says, but there’s still a friendly kind of air surrounding the words.
“I ain’t no dickwad,” Billy defends himself.
“I’m sorry, but yeah. You are,” I tell him.
“Well I blame Mel Gibson. He hates the Jews you know.”
“Cool it Billy,” Paul warns yet again.
“Don’t tell me to cool it. What did I ever do to you y’fat ass?”
“Hey!” What the fuck is up with him, man? “Billy, that’s not cool. I’ll just leave right now if you can’t be chill.” Sure, Paul isn’t skinny, but he sure as hell ain’t a fat ass and Billy has no right calling him that. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into him.
“Oh, so sorry Benji. I just can’t be ‘chill,’” he uses lame air quotes, “All the time like you. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a brother to suck on my dick for me whenever I get bored. I suppose I could always talk to my sis-”
“That’s it. What else have you drank, snorted, injected, smoked or anything-ed,” Paul says, all forms of friendliness gone. Billy continues like he heard nothing at all.
“-ter, but you see in most family’s that’s just fucked up.”
“Billy,” Paul speaks slowly and in such a threatening way, it even scares me. There’s tension and heat and just… I’ve never been this angry with Billy before. Never had a reason and if this is some kind of pent up emotion or whatever coming out, well I’m glad he’s getting it out, I’m kind of worried over his motives. “Where is it? What did you take?”
Billy looks at Paul eyes wide at Paul’s glare. “Nowhere, I have nothing. Why would you say that!” he attempts. Yeah, this time it’s not getting by either of us.
“It’s coke, isn’t it…” Paul raises a brow. I say nothing in shock as Billy nods his head slowly and regretfully. My best friend is on coke and I hadn’t even fucking noticed. This disturbs me in a way that it’s hard to describe. Billy’s on coke?
“What? When? Why?” I stammer. Billy’s eyes are looking everywhere but at me. This is unexpected to say the least.
“Oh please, Madden. I’ve been coked up around you for weeks now and…”
“Billy shut the fuck up before you say something you’re really going to regret!” Paul yells over him. I stand up. “That’s a lie and you know it,” Paul continues.
“So, it’s as good as true. All he ever does is pine over Joel these days anyway…” Billy rambles on.
I stay quiet. Even stoned I know Billy wouldn’t normally say this shit. It’s gotta be the coke talking.
“I’m gonna go check on Cory and Joel,” I excuse myself, eyes connecting with Paul’s. Paul nods at me whispering softly.
“Don’t worry about him. You know he doesn’t mean it.”
“I know…” I reply heartlessly with a small smile in his direction.
I just can’t bring myself to believe that Billy’s on coke right now. I’m mean sure, we all smoke up, but coke is at like- the next level. And that’s not a level I’m willing to risk. I don’t even care if that makes me lame. I’d personally rather be lame then addicted to that shit.
I open and close the door behind me coming face to face with a worried looking Cory. “Where’s Joel?” My instincts immediately take over. Something’s wrong… I can just tell.
“He’s in that guest room… He -um. Got off the phone and said he wasn’t feeling well. Told me to tell you he’s just gonna crash now.”
“Who called him?” I question. There’s a pause before Cory answers.
“I think it was Kaitlynn asking about a party this weekend,” he says slowly avoiding eye contact.
“Really?”
“I think, I don’t know…”
“I thought you said it was you mom,” I narrow my eyes on him.
“I thought it was, it wasn’t. Big deal,” Cory shakes his head. “Could you please let me back inside the room?” he asks sounding annoyed. I step aside for him.
“Billy’s coked up,” I warn. Cory looks surprised.
“Wow, when did this start?” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob.
“No clue, I’m gonna check on Joel, kay?”
Cory doesn’t answer, he just heads back inside. Okay then…
I shake my head, feeling myself come down a little more as each second passes. This is around the time where I would beg Billy or Paul for some more shit but there’s way too much stuff going on for me to even consider more drugs. And something is off with Joel. I can fucking tell. I know him better than anyone and he’s not acting normal whether he wants to admit that or not. And this has nothing to do with the whole not making out with me thing. He’s always had a bit of shyness to that kind of stuff. I’ve always been for the extortionist in our relationship. Not that the way he is a problem, I’d love him no matter what. It’s just the way he is.
I knock on the guest bedroom door a couple of time, just to warn him as I open the door. I see the lump of his body lying on the bed and his head stick up quickly to see who’s coming in.
“Hey,” he whispers, his voice rough and forced. I walk into the room and close the door behind me, toeing off my shoes while I walk towards the bed to join him. Once there I unbutton my pants and lift my shirt over my head.
“You feeling okay?” I ask tenderly, lying down on the covers near his body which is curled so his back it towards me. I place a tentative hand on his lower back and drag it upwards soothingly.
“I’m fine,” Joel lies.
“No your not, talk to me…” I beg him grabbing his shoulder from behind. He falls into my touch, rolling onto his back and smiling at me.
“I’m really fine, but if you wanna talk can we do it on a time when you’re not stoned?” he asks. Once again, I know he’s lying, but he does have a point. Serious conversations are always best accomplished when sober.
“You wanna undress and get ready for bed?”
Joel nods slowly and sits up to undress quickly. I watch him, admiring everything that he is, simply because that’s what I do. When he’s down to his boxers, we both climb under the covers and cuddle into each other, closing our eyes and drifting away with weed enhanced ease. It’s soothing.
Joel’s Point of View
“Tony…” reads the caller ID with a little phone signifying he’s calling from his cell phone. I look up at everyone around me and no one is even looking at me.
“I have a phone call guys, I’ll be back in a second,” I announce looking up to Benji almost wishing he could read my mind right now. It would make this so much easier. Benji nods at me and I dismiss myself from the room, closing the door behind me and walking to the guest room Benji and I were in before.
“Hello?” I ask into the phone.
“Hey Joely,” comes Tony’s sour voice. I close my eyes tight and bite my lip.
“What do you want now?” I ask.
“To check up on you. After all, you are my boyfriend…”
“No I’m not, can you just leave me alone, I’ll give you money, drugs, anything if you’ll just leave me alone,” I plead miserably, begging, wishing… hoping with all of my heart that he’ll take this offer and let me go. Leave me alone.
“But Joel that would be to easy… Now I’m letting you know right now, tomorrow between blocks 3 and 4, you’re going to make out with me in the back hallway. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’m pretty sure plenty that’s the easiest place to get noticed and Benji never goes that way. Just think about it as getting even, after all, he did cheat on you with me already. Now you get to join the club.”
I groan pathetically and slide down the wall I’m leaning up against. Tears are in my eyes and I’m shaking my head back and forth. My body is visibly trembling with the thought of kissing Tony. It makes my stomach lurch with a sharp pain, but I don’t feel like I’m going to be sick.
“You can cry all you want, Joely. It’s not going to make a difference… either suffer being exploited, or do as I say, baby.”
“Fuck you!” I whimper into the phone, sniffing, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. “Fucking… I hate you!”
“I love you too baby,” he does one of those ‘Mwah” noises then hangs up so I throw my phone to the floor, rest my head on my knees and try to regain my composure. I end up doing the exact opposite and cry harder. The door beside me opens up and I freeze fearing that it’s Benji and I really don’t think I could lie to Benji right now, but if I tell him, he’ll try to kick Tony’s ass and then Tony will have our photos on the 10 o’clock news for everyone in town to see and be disgusted by. Our parents would probably disown us and we would simple lose everything. I can’t do this. Not alone.
Much to my surprise and probably with a little bit of relief; Cory is the one who pokes his head through the door.
“Joel?” he questions looking around before noticing me, the lump of uselessness that I am, crouched on the ground. I don’t say anything, just look up at him with the tears in my eyes and in a split second he’s sitting beside me, hugging me tightly. I latch on to him, grabbing whatever I can and holding onto him. I really do have the best friends.
“It’s Tony, isn’t it,” he states rather than asks while pulling away to see my face.
“Y…yeah,” I cough out and the realization of saying it out loud makes me start crying that much harder.
“Shh…” Cory whispers while rubbing my back.
“He’s blackmailing me. He’s got pictures of us, and if I don’t pretend to be his boyfriend in school then he’s gonna turn in the pictures… Y’know and its obvious Benji and I are twins. I mean, we can have our own styles and hair and stuff, but no matter what, we look like each other, and I… I… oh, I don’t know what to do…” I ramble on through the tears.
“Joel,” Cory just says my name, sadly.
“I don’t know what to do,” I repeat.
“First, you’ve got to calm down,” Cory tells me. “Then you have to tell Benji.”
“No!” I kind of push Cory away and look at him with my scared eyes. “No, I can’t. If he find out he’ll do something stupid and then Tony will exploit us anyway. You can’t tell anyone,” I beg him ending with a hiccup. Cory looks at me through sad sympathetic eyes.
“Fine,” he decides, “I won’t tell him- but if you start getting hurt, don’t think I’m gonna keep this quiet,” Cory warns. I don’t want him to ever tell anyone, but I take when I can get and try to calm down a bit.
“Thanks.”
“I not gonna say you’re welcome because I’m not…” Cory sighs. “You’re my best friend, I’ll do whatever you ask me to, just promise me this,” Cory grabs my hand forcing me to look into his eyes. “If that bastard fucking lays one hand on you in a way you don’t want him to, you’ll call me, I don’t care what hour it is, and I’ll be there.”
I nod. “Yeah,” I say weakly.
He hugs me again and I hug him back realizing how fucking lucky I am to have him at a best friend. He’s loyal and it’s hard to find guys like that these days who don’t want to turn you over and stick their penises up your ass.
When Cory pulls away, he stands up offering a hand down to me. I accept it and allow him to pull me to my feet as well.
“You might want to splash some water on your face or something… God knows Benji’s gonna be looking for you any second now…”
I sigh as Cory makes his point.
“Nah, I think I’m just gonna crash on the bed,” I tell him.
“Kay, well I gonna-” he points to the door. I nod my head.
“Later…” I say as he turns around and leaves. He pauses in the door way for a second before he closes it behind him.
I crawl on the bed and curl up on my side. I remind myself that I have to make it through this. I have to keep me and Benji’s relationship safe and if that means doing something I can’t stand… doing something that may take a physical toll on me, then I will. Anything to make sure that Benji and I are safe. I close my eyes and allow my body to come down from the emotion high, and partly the drugged up high. I’m definitely not stoned anymore. That phone call kind of ruined everything.
The door opens and I stick my head up and look over. “Hey,” I croak as Benji enters the room.
I have to keep us safe.
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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 Six
Our friends have been there for us for a very long time. I can easily recall telling them that me and Joel were in love. I stood there, holding Joel’s hand for support while I tried to gauge what Billy’s reaction would be. Neither me or Joel were worried about Paul, hell… Paul had walked in on us once. He already knew. Joel on the other hand was stressing more about Cory.
I remember exactly what Billy had said.
“Benji, I could care less about where the fuck you put your penis. Though I must say, I’d rather not see your penis at all… but I suppose Joel does,” Billy made a funny face. “That just sounds fucked up…”
Cory laughed at this point.
“Well, maybe incest is just like… the next step after gayness or something?” Cory raised his eyebrows honestly thinking that he just said a smart statement.
I think Cory nearly toppled over when Joel hugged him after that, ‘cause he was so goddamn relieved. Cory and Joel have always been like that… I do trust the kid. Probably the only person I trust with Joel.
Now back to reality.
“Make out with him…” Billy dares us threateningly, but we all know he’s just kidding around. My first reaction to the request is to look over at Joel and raise an eyebrow. His face goes beat red and he shakes his head furiously.
“Oh, come on, you call a chicken and I get to punch you in the balls,” Billy gives him the ultimatum. Sadly, he actually looks like he’s considering it.
“It’s weird,” he squeaks, face still showing color.
“Oh, you can give him a fucking blowjob a couple rooms over, but you can’t kiss him in my presence. I think that gives me the right to be personally offended,” Billy folds his arms across his chest. Joel looks over at me begging for help just using his eyes.
“Dude, that’s unfair, the dare was to me anyway,” I tell him.
“Fine, if Joel’s so unwilling to kiss his boyfriend, then you kiss Cory.” Joel makes some noise between a squeak and an angry grunt. Jesus Christ. Cory leans into Joel and says he wouldn’t do it anyway and Joel damn well should know I’d never go with that.
My eyes grow dark while I stare at Billy. “Man, stop being a fuckin’ jackass, you’re always taken things a step to far,” Paul steps in before I say something I know I’ll come to regret. “I know you’re stoned, but you ain’t that stupid,” Paul adds as an after note.
“I have a phone call guys,” Joel announces. “I’ll be back in a second,” he says mostly eyeing me. I nod at him and he stands up with his phone in hand and presses a button before exiting the room. Suddenly Cory’s eyes are on mine.
“What?” I ask demandingly.
“Huh?” he jumps like he just realized he was staring.
“What was that look for?”
Cory clears his thick throat. “Nothing, I just. I think that was my mom calling his cell. I better go out there.”
I laugh out loud. “Oh man, that fuckin’ sucks! I never gotta worry about that problem.”
“Yeah, and look how you turned out, you bone your brother,” Billy spits out.
“That’s it. No more weed for you for like two weeks. When did you go from being a happy stoner to a fucking dickwad?” Paul says, but there’s still a friendly kind of air surrounding the words.
“I ain’t no dickwad,” Billy defends himself.
“I’m sorry, but yeah. You are,” I tell him.
“Well I blame Mel Gibson. He hates the Jews you know.”
“Cool it Billy,” Paul warns yet again.
“Don’t tell me to cool it. What did I ever do to you y’fat ass?”
“Hey!” What the fuck is up with him, man? “Billy, that’s not cool. I’ll just leave right now if you can’t be chill.” Sure, Paul isn’t skinny, but he sure as hell ain’t a fat ass and Billy has no right calling him that. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into him.
“Oh, so sorry Benji. I just can’t be ‘chill,’” he uses lame air quotes, “All the time like you. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a brother to suck on my dick for me whenever I get bored. I suppose I could always talk to my sis-”
“That’s it. What else have you drank, snorted, injected, smoked or anything-ed,” Paul says, all forms of friendliness gone. Billy continues like he heard nothing at all.
“-ter, but you see in most family’s that’s just fucked up.”
“Billy,” Paul speaks slowly and in such a threatening way, it even scares me. There’s tension and heat and just… I’ve never been this angry with Billy before. Never had a reason and if this is some kind of pent up emotion or whatever coming out, well I’m glad he’s getting it out, I’m kind of worried over his motives. “Where is it? What did you take?”
Billy looks at Paul eyes wide at Paul’s glare. “Nowhere, I have nothing. Why would you say that!” he attempts. Yeah, this time it’s not getting by either of us.
“It’s coke, isn’t it…” Paul raises a brow. I say nothing in shock as Billy nods his head slowly and regretfully. My best friend is on coke and I hadn’t even fucking noticed. This disturbs me in a way that it’s hard to describe. Billy’s on coke?
“What? When? Why?” I stammer. Billy’s eyes are looking everywhere but at me. This is unexpected to say the least.
“Oh please, Madden. I’ve been coked up around you for weeks now and…”
“Billy shut the fuck up before you say something you’re really going to regret!” Paul yells over him. I stand up. “That’s a lie and you know it,” Paul continues.
“So, it’s as good as true. All he ever does is pine over Joel these days anyway…” Billy rambles on.
I stay quiet. Even stoned I know Billy wouldn’t normally say this shit. It’s gotta be the coke talking.
“I’m gonna go check on Cory and Joel,” I excuse myself, eyes connecting with Paul’s. Paul nods at me whispering softly.
“Don’t worry about him. You know he doesn’t mean it.”
“I know…” I reply heartlessly with a small smile in his direction.
I just can’t bring myself to believe that Billy’s on coke right now. I’m mean sure, we all smoke up, but coke is at like- the next level. And that’s not a level I’m willing to risk. I don’t even care if that makes me lame. I’d personally rather be lame then addicted to that shit.
I open and close the door behind me coming face to face with a worried looking Cory. “Where’s Joel?” My instincts immediately take over. Something’s wrong… I can just tell.
“He’s in that guest room… He -um. Got off the phone and said he wasn’t feeling well. Told me to tell you he’s just gonna crash now.”
“Who called him?” I question. There’s a pause before Cory answers.
“I think it was Kaitlynn asking about a party this weekend,” he says slowly avoiding eye contact.
“Really?”
“I think, I don’t know…”
“I thought you said it was you mom,” I narrow my eyes on him.
“I thought it was, it wasn’t. Big deal,” Cory shakes his head. “Could you please let me back inside the room?” he asks sounding annoyed. I step aside for him.
“Billy’s coked up,” I warn. Cory looks surprised.
“Wow, when did this start?” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob.
“No clue, I’m gonna check on Joel, kay?”
Cory doesn’t answer, he just heads back inside. Okay then…
I shake my head, feeling myself come down a little more as each second passes. This is around the time where I would beg Billy or Paul for some more shit but there’s way too much stuff going on for me to even consider more drugs. And something is off with Joel. I can fucking tell. I know him better than anyone and he’s not acting normal whether he wants to admit that or not. And this has nothing to do with the whole not making out with me thing. He’s always had a bit of shyness to that kind of stuff. I’ve always been for the extortionist in our relationship. Not that the way he is a problem, I’d love him no matter what. It’s just the way he is.
I knock on the guest bedroom door a couple of time, just to warn him as I open the door. I see the lump of his body lying on the bed and his head stick up quickly to see who’s coming in.
“Hey,” he whispers, his voice rough and forced. I walk into the room and close the door behind me, toeing off my shoes while I walk towards the bed to join him. Once there I unbutton my pants and lift my shirt over my head.
“You feeling okay?” I ask tenderly, lying down on the covers near his body which is curled so his back it towards me. I place a tentative hand on his lower back and drag it upwards soothingly.
“I’m fine,” Joel lies.
“No your not, talk to me…” I beg him grabbing his shoulder from behind. He falls into my touch, rolling onto his back and smiling at me.
“I’m really fine, but if you wanna talk can we do it on a time when you’re not stoned?” he asks. Once again, I know he’s lying, but he does have a point. Serious conversations are always best accomplished when sober.
“You wanna undress and get ready for bed?”
Joel nods slowly and sits up to undress quickly. I watch him, admiring everything that he is, simply because that’s what I do. When he’s down to his boxers, we both climb under the covers and cuddle into each other, closing our eyes and drifting away with weed enhanced ease. It’s soothing.
Joel’s Point of View
“Tony…” reads the caller ID with a little phone signifying he’s calling from his cell phone. I look up at everyone around me and no one is even looking at me.
“I have a phone call guys, I’ll be back in a second,” I announce looking up to Benji almost wishing he could read my mind right now. It would make this so much easier. Benji nods at me and I dismiss myself from the room, closing the door behind me and walking to the guest room Benji and I were in before.
“Hello?” I ask into the phone.
“Hey Joely,” comes Tony’s sour voice. I close my eyes tight and bite my lip.
“What do you want now?” I ask.
“To check up on you. After all, you are my boyfriend…”
“No I’m not, can you just leave me alone, I’ll give you money, drugs, anything if you’ll just leave me alone,” I plead miserably, begging, wishing… hoping with all of my heart that he’ll take this offer and let me go. Leave me alone.
“But Joel that would be to easy… Now I’m letting you know right now, tomorrow between blocks 3 and 4, you’re going to make out with me in the back hallway. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’m pretty sure plenty that’s the easiest place to get noticed and Benji never goes that way. Just think about it as getting even, after all, he did cheat on you with me already. Now you get to join the club.”
I groan pathetically and slide down the wall I’m leaning up against. Tears are in my eyes and I’m shaking my head back and forth. My body is visibly trembling with the thought of kissing Tony. It makes my stomach lurch with a sharp pain, but I don’t feel like I’m going to be sick.
“You can cry all you want, Joely. It’s not going to make a difference… either suffer being exploited, or do as I say, baby.”
“Fuck you!” I whimper into the phone, sniffing, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. “Fucking… I hate you!”
“I love you too baby,” he does one of those ‘Mwah” noises then hangs up so I throw my phone to the floor, rest my head on my knees and try to regain my composure. I end up doing the exact opposite and cry harder. The door beside me opens up and I freeze fearing that it’s Benji and I really don’t think I could lie to Benji right now, but if I tell him, he’ll try to kick Tony’s ass and then Tony will have our photos on the 10 o’clock news for everyone in town to see and be disgusted by. Our parents would probably disown us and we would simple lose everything. I can’t do this. Not alone.
Much to my surprise and probably with a little bit of relief; Cory is the one who pokes his head through the door.
“Joel?” he questions looking around before noticing me, the lump of uselessness that I am, crouched on the ground. I don’t say anything, just look up at him with the tears in my eyes and in a split second he’s sitting beside me, hugging me tightly. I latch on to him, grabbing whatever I can and holding onto him. I really do have the best friends.
“It’s Tony, isn’t it,” he states rather than asks while pulling away to see my face.
“Y…yeah,” I cough out and the realization of saying it out loud makes me start crying that much harder.
“Shh…” Cory whispers while rubbing my back.
“He’s blackmailing me. He’s got pictures of us, and if I don’t pretend to be his boyfriend in school then he’s gonna turn in the pictures… Y’know and its obvious Benji and I are twins. I mean, we can have our own styles and hair and stuff, but no matter what, we look like each other, and I… I… oh, I don’t know what to do…” I ramble on through the tears.
“Joel,” Cory just says my name, sadly.
“I don’t know what to do,” I repeat.
“First, you’ve got to calm down,” Cory tells me. “Then you have to tell Benji.”
“No!” I kind of push Cory away and look at him with my scared eyes. “No, I can’t. If he find out he’ll do something stupid and then Tony will exploit us anyway. You can’t tell anyone,” I beg him ending with a hiccup. Cory looks at me through sad sympathetic eyes.
“Fine,” he decides, “I won’t tell him- but if you start getting hurt, don’t think I’m gonna keep this quiet,” Cory warns. I don’t want him to ever tell anyone, but I take when I can get and try to calm down a bit.
“Thanks.”
“I not gonna say you’re welcome because I’m not…” Cory sighs. “You’re my best friend, I’ll do whatever you ask me to, just promise me this,” Cory grabs my hand forcing me to look into his eyes. “If that bastard fucking lays one hand on you in a way you don’t want him to, you’ll call me, I don’t care what hour it is, and I’ll be there.”
I nod. “Yeah,” I say weakly.
He hugs me again and I hug him back realizing how fucking lucky I am to have him at a best friend. He’s loyal and it’s hard to find guys like that these days who don’t want to turn you over and stick their penises up your ass.
When Cory pulls away, he stands up offering a hand down to me. I accept it and allow him to pull me to my feet as well.
“You might want to splash some water on your face or something… God knows Benji’s gonna be looking for you any second now…”
I sigh as Cory makes his point.
“Nah, I think I’m just gonna crash on the bed,” I tell him.
“Kay, well I gonna-” he points to the door. I nod my head.
“Later…” I say as he turns around and leaves. He pauses in the door way for a second before he closes it behind him.
I crawl on the bed and curl up on my side. I remind myself that I have to make it through this. I have to keep me and Benji’s relationship safe and if that means doing something I can’t stand… doing something that may take a physical toll on me, then I will. Anything to make sure that Benji and I are safe. I close my eyes and allow my body to come down from the emotion high, and partly the drugged up high. I’m definitely not stoned anymore. That phone call kind of ruined everything.
The door opens and I stick my head up and look over. “Hey,” I croak as Benji enters the room.
I have to keep us safe.
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