Straight Boys - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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It was a Saturday night, nearly Sunday morning, when I had heard the distinct tapping noise of a pebble hitting my window. Curious, I hopped up from my position on the floor - where I laid bored and throwing an unfinished, painted planet I was using to make a model for our beginning-of-the-year project in Mr. Jacobs' cosmology class - to stand by my bedroom's window just in time to see another pebble teeter against the thick glass. It was too dark for my eyes to see properly who was standing outside in the breezy night, but as I twisted my lamp on, the little light gave way to the familiar figure.
My eyebrows rose to touch the stars as my stomach slightly jumped on my pancreas in either excitemt or uncomfortable frustration, I didn't know which to choose.
I opened my window with a slight frown drawn on my face. "What are you doing in my backyard, Rogers?" I had whisper yelled. "And at this ungodly time?!" I mean, sure I wasn't tired nor ready to go to bed, but who shows up at someone's house at almost midnight?
Well boys that are forbidden from seeing their girlfriends, but I'm not a girl, nor is Zachary my boyfriend.
Zachary smirked shortly, but then a serious tone appeared on his face. "I need to talk to you." I pursed my lips, not really wanting to talk to him, but the idea didn't seem to want to leave me alone.
You see, having been stuck in my house for so long without a damn thing to occupy my time, but a stupid project and books about death that were only good for bringing pessimistic thoughts into my head, I wasn't exactly against going down to talk to the numskull. He seemed like he was the type of person to keep me up all night until I did talk to him, anyway.
Sighing, I slipped into a sweater - a cold front was blowing in - and silently made my way down the stairs. My dad was probably asleep, so I didn't want to wake him. God knows what he'd do to me if he found out I was going to talk to an actual normal human being.
Zachary Rogers wasn't what you'd exactly call normal, however. He was a puzzle. One moment he's all smiley and joking with me, then he's giving me this look that says I'm Serious, and he's glaring at me like I've done something I shouldn't have, which, I guess getting into a fight with the hulk on the team would count as doing just that. I don't know. He was just Zachary Rogers, a boy I thought I knew how exactly he worked, but found that no, I did not know how he worked. Far from it, actually.
When I made it to my backyard, Zachary was sitting on the steps leading down to the grassy patch where Lola and I used to lay. He didn't pop up to his feet when he heard me like someone in a movie would do, but he did turn his head around to see if it was actually me and not my father. How funny that would be.
Shutting the backdoor as quietly as possible, I cleared my throat and asked, "What did you want to talk about?" My eyes were hooded, because really, I wasn't all that ready to talk to some guy I found I barely knew. We also didn't leave on the best of terms, which I guess is a factor, but he didn't seem to think so, as he lazily grinned. "Well, after I thought I had left you alone for plenty of time, I decided to come visit you, see how my favorite guy was doin'." I knew what he was doing. He was trying to diffuse the tension building walls around us with each passing second. It was slightly working, I had to admit; enough so that I was able to sit next to him with only a little bit of awkwardness.
"Seriously, Rogers." Still, though, I wanted him to get seriously serious. I wanted him to tell me the reason - the real reason - as to why he was bothering me so early in the morning.
Zachary paused for a moment, his eyes laid out over the yard, before deflating with a long breath, letting his head drop. "You," he brought his eyes around to study my face, lifting his head back up with the action, "look like you were playing catch with a brick and missed actually catching it." I shook my head, but surpringly, cracked a smile in the process. Yes, it hurt because of the split in my lip, but who cares. Honestly? I had gotten the shit beat out of me, but who cares? Zachary sure didn't seem to, or well, all that much. His brown eyes, like looking down at wet soil, roamed over my face, going over my black eye, which, I must say, I couldn't see out of at the moment, and backing up to look at the giant bruise on my jaw the color of a gaseous star that had exploded into dust and colors and debris.
"Yeah? What's your point?" My mouth had moved on its own, letting words melt from my mind and into his ears without my permission. It caused Zachary to ruffle his hair and shrug. "I don't know?" It came out more of a question than anything. It hooked me and had me reeling back to my old ways.
Like I said before, I've never had any real friends, so I didn't know how to react properly.
Standing up, I wiped my clammy hands against my sweatpants. "That's it? That's the serious thing you had to talk to me about? Well I'm fine. See you at school, Rogers." None of it came out maliciously like it would have if this was the past, but it wasn't pleasantly worded either.
Zachary stood up too, less graceful than I, and grabbed my arm. "Wait. No. That's not it." I tensed up at the contact, his hold setting off this shutting down mechanism I had developed over time.
But, he sniffled, delicately removing his hand from my bicep like it burned him to touch me, even though it wasn't skin-to-skin. "I came to... sort of call a truce between us?" I furrowed my eyebrows. A Truce? For what?
"Why?"
"Because," he gestured between the two of us with a promiscuous yet earnest shine in his eyes, "maybe I want to be your pimp? Obviously you seem to attract the rich ones." It took everything in me not to punch the idiot in front of me. Was everything a joke to him?
Pretty much, it looked like.
"I'm not gonna be whatever it is you want me to be, okay? I honestly just want to go to bed, Zachary, so if you would, go the Hell home." If he wanted to joke with me, then two could play at that. Because, really, I stopped caring about what Zachary Rogers used to do or what he did, and started caring more about what he was doing now. He was making an effort to try and help me, to be my friend, so maybe I would try too. I had forgotten about ignoring the pity, anyway, about ignoring everything inside me, and started doing what he said, embracing it. I was embracing everything. In doing that, I would forget about the sorrow and actually start living again. Don't get me wrong, the ever impending question on whether my girls would survive the reaches of death itself still clung to the depths of my mind, never really leaving me; but for now, I didn't want to waste my life.
Yes, friends weren't my strong suit, but I'd have to learn from him in the mean time.
Man, I'm only home for two days with nothing to do and I'm already a changed man, practically a monk!
"No. What? I was kidding, Andrew! I want to be your friend, seriously?! I was making the truce so you wouldn't freak out on me... why are you laughing?" Zachary widened his eyes and this look of complete bewilderment took over his features. I was struggling with containing my laughter, trying not to break my facade, but the look on his face was making it really hard; and half way through his speech, I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was just too funny.
"Oh God... -" I was wheezing from laughter "- ...you should have seen your face when I said that!" Zachary lightly punched my shoulder after realizing what I had done. His face was ingrained into the side of my brain, though, and it caused my to start choking on my own laughter again. He just rolled his eyes in fake annoyance.
"I'm supposed to be the funny one here."
By now, the once tangible tension had dispersed and in its place, a serene calmness. It was all new smiles and a cool breeze that ran it's gentle fingers through our hair. Zachary was looking at me, his eyes holding friendly stars and I'm sure I looked like a giddy child because, man, I was making a friend. I was doing it. I hadn't made a friend in forever, like a true and new friend.
"So I guess this means we're bros, for real, now? No getting rid of me that easily, huh?" I chuckled, shoving my hands into my pockets as the wind speed picked up.
"I guess that also means I get to see my friend become captain." Technically, I was still bitter about the whole 'You're getting kicked off the team' thing, but I would have rather have seen Zachary Rogers take my place instead of Corbett Conners. Obviously.
"Hey, I'm sorry about you losing a spot on the team, and all," Zachary glanced at me with sorry eyes, but I just waved my hand and scoffed. "I'm over it," mostly "Being captain of the football team isn't everything. I don't even really like football, anymore."
Zachary held a hand to his heart and frowned. "I came out here to have a good time, but I honestly feel so attacked right now." For the, I don't even know, time in that half hour I've been talking to Zachary, I laughed. I hadn't really been able to laugh these passed weeks. But standing on my back porch, next to the boy I thought I'd least likely be able to get along with, I was able to open a can of watered down happiness.
And it didn't really end there; we stayed up till almost 1:30 in the morning, whispering jokes to each other and laughing as softly as possible, just in case my dad had hearing like some wild animal. We were just becoming friends, but it felt right, it felt like we've known each other for years, which really we have, but never on the best of terms.
So, if you would have told me on that first football practice over the summer, or Hell during the suicide laps, that I was going to befriend Zachary Rogers, I would have laughed in your face for decades. But now, as we said goodbye to each other, and I stared at his freckled face and smiling lips and dark hair spiked in all different directions from the wind, I would definitely believe you. I'd believe you one hundred percent if you'd tell me that we were going to be friends; because Zachary Rogers isn't all that bad.
He's just a boy.
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What a lovely chapter, right? They are finally friends.
But oh... what do you think everyone else will think when they find out? Taylor? Corbett? Walker(unimportant), Rodriguez or even the whole school?
Idk.
But hey, I have decided that Corbett is going to be one of the main Antagonists.
He is going to be played by :
Ta-da, Lucas Till!
He's such a cutie... too bad he's a douchebag, Corbett I mean.
Anyway, thanks so much for reading my story! I love all of you! Even those ghost readers. You guys are my favorite, well no, I don't have favorites.
But LIKE and COMMENT! And keep on sharing my story! I would greatly appreciate it! I just want everybody to read the gayness that Zachary and Andrew are.
And speaking of Gay...
Ship names!
You guys can help me come up with ships names for any of my characters together.
Andrew × Zachary
Zachary × Taylor
Corbett × Zachary
Taylor × Andrew
Rodriguez × Andrew
Andrew × Corbett
Mrs. Hughes × Mr. Johannes ;))
AnYbOdY...
If you guys ship anybody else feel free to comment right here and tell me.
See you guys next chapter!
My eyebrows rose to touch the stars as my stomach slightly jumped on my pancreas in either excitemt or uncomfortable frustration, I didn't know which to choose.
I opened my window with a slight frown drawn on my face. "What are you doing in my backyard, Rogers?" I had whisper yelled. "And at this ungodly time?!" I mean, sure I wasn't tired nor ready to go to bed, but who shows up at someone's house at almost midnight?
Well boys that are forbidden from seeing their girlfriends, but I'm not a girl, nor is Zachary my boyfriend.
Zachary smirked shortly, but then a serious tone appeared on his face. "I need to talk to you." I pursed my lips, not really wanting to talk to him, but the idea didn't seem to want to leave me alone.
You see, having been stuck in my house for so long without a damn thing to occupy my time, but a stupid project and books about death that were only good for bringing pessimistic thoughts into my head, I wasn't exactly against going down to talk to the numskull. He seemed like he was the type of person to keep me up all night until I did talk to him, anyway.
Sighing, I slipped into a sweater - a cold front was blowing in - and silently made my way down the stairs. My dad was probably asleep, so I didn't want to wake him. God knows what he'd do to me if he found out I was going to talk to an actual normal human being.
Zachary Rogers wasn't what you'd exactly call normal, however. He was a puzzle. One moment he's all smiley and joking with me, then he's giving me this look that says I'm Serious, and he's glaring at me like I've done something I shouldn't have, which, I guess getting into a fight with the hulk on the team would count as doing just that. I don't know. He was just Zachary Rogers, a boy I thought I knew how exactly he worked, but found that no, I did not know how he worked. Far from it, actually.
When I made it to my backyard, Zachary was sitting on the steps leading down to the grassy patch where Lola and I used to lay. He didn't pop up to his feet when he heard me like someone in a movie would do, but he did turn his head around to see if it was actually me and not my father. How funny that would be.
Shutting the backdoor as quietly as possible, I cleared my throat and asked, "What did you want to talk about?" My eyes were hooded, because really, I wasn't all that ready to talk to some guy I found I barely knew. We also didn't leave on the best of terms, which I guess is a factor, but he didn't seem to think so, as he lazily grinned. "Well, after I thought I had left you alone for plenty of time, I decided to come visit you, see how my favorite guy was doin'." I knew what he was doing. He was trying to diffuse the tension building walls around us with each passing second. It was slightly working, I had to admit; enough so that I was able to sit next to him with only a little bit of awkwardness.
"Seriously, Rogers." Still, though, I wanted him to get seriously serious. I wanted him to tell me the reason - the real reason - as to why he was bothering me so early in the morning.
Zachary paused for a moment, his eyes laid out over the yard, before deflating with a long breath, letting his head drop. "You," he brought his eyes around to study my face, lifting his head back up with the action, "look like you were playing catch with a brick and missed actually catching it." I shook my head, but surpringly, cracked a smile in the process. Yes, it hurt because of the split in my lip, but who cares. Honestly? I had gotten the shit beat out of me, but who cares? Zachary sure didn't seem to, or well, all that much. His brown eyes, like looking down at wet soil, roamed over my face, going over my black eye, which, I must say, I couldn't see out of at the moment, and backing up to look at the giant bruise on my jaw the color of a gaseous star that had exploded into dust and colors and debris.
"Yeah? What's your point?" My mouth had moved on its own, letting words melt from my mind and into his ears without my permission. It caused Zachary to ruffle his hair and shrug. "I don't know?" It came out more of a question than anything. It hooked me and had me reeling back to my old ways.
Like I said before, I've never had any real friends, so I didn't know how to react properly.
Standing up, I wiped my clammy hands against my sweatpants. "That's it? That's the serious thing you had to talk to me about? Well I'm fine. See you at school, Rogers." None of it came out maliciously like it would have if this was the past, but it wasn't pleasantly worded either.
Zachary stood up too, less graceful than I, and grabbed my arm. "Wait. No. That's not it." I tensed up at the contact, his hold setting off this shutting down mechanism I had developed over time.
But, he sniffled, delicately removing his hand from my bicep like it burned him to touch me, even though it wasn't skin-to-skin. "I came to... sort of call a truce between us?" I furrowed my eyebrows. A Truce? For what?
"Why?"
"Because," he gestured between the two of us with a promiscuous yet earnest shine in his eyes, "maybe I want to be your pimp? Obviously you seem to attract the rich ones." It took everything in me not to punch the idiot in front of me. Was everything a joke to him?
Pretty much, it looked like.
"I'm not gonna be whatever it is you want me to be, okay? I honestly just want to go to bed, Zachary, so if you would, go the Hell home." If he wanted to joke with me, then two could play at that. Because, really, I stopped caring about what Zachary Rogers used to do or what he did, and started caring more about what he was doing now. He was making an effort to try and help me, to be my friend, so maybe I would try too. I had forgotten about ignoring the pity, anyway, about ignoring everything inside me, and started doing what he said, embracing it. I was embracing everything. In doing that, I would forget about the sorrow and actually start living again. Don't get me wrong, the ever impending question on whether my girls would survive the reaches of death itself still clung to the depths of my mind, never really leaving me; but for now, I didn't want to waste my life.
Yes, friends weren't my strong suit, but I'd have to learn from him in the mean time.
Man, I'm only home for two days with nothing to do and I'm already a changed man, practically a monk!
"No. What? I was kidding, Andrew! I want to be your friend, seriously?! I was making the truce so you wouldn't freak out on me... why are you laughing?" Zachary widened his eyes and this look of complete bewilderment took over his features. I was struggling with containing my laughter, trying not to break my facade, but the look on his face was making it really hard; and half way through his speech, I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was just too funny.
"Oh God... -" I was wheezing from laughter "- ...you should have seen your face when I said that!" Zachary lightly punched my shoulder after realizing what I had done. His face was ingrained into the side of my brain, though, and it caused my to start choking on my own laughter again. He just rolled his eyes in fake annoyance.
"I'm supposed to be the funny one here."
By now, the once tangible tension had dispersed and in its place, a serene calmness. It was all new smiles and a cool breeze that ran it's gentle fingers through our hair. Zachary was looking at me, his eyes holding friendly stars and I'm sure I looked like a giddy child because, man, I was making a friend. I was doing it. I hadn't made a friend in forever, like a true and new friend.
"So I guess this means we're bros, for real, now? No getting rid of me that easily, huh?" I chuckled, shoving my hands into my pockets as the wind speed picked up.
"I guess that also means I get to see my friend become captain." Technically, I was still bitter about the whole 'You're getting kicked off the team' thing, but I would have rather have seen Zachary Rogers take my place instead of Corbett Conners. Obviously.
"Hey, I'm sorry about you losing a spot on the team, and all," Zachary glanced at me with sorry eyes, but I just waved my hand and scoffed. "I'm over it," mostly "Being captain of the football team isn't everything. I don't even really like football, anymore."
Zachary held a hand to his heart and frowned. "I came out here to have a good time, but I honestly feel so attacked right now." For the, I don't even know, time in that half hour I've been talking to Zachary, I laughed. I hadn't really been able to laugh these passed weeks. But standing on my back porch, next to the boy I thought I'd least likely be able to get along with, I was able to open a can of watered down happiness.
And it didn't really end there; we stayed up till almost 1:30 in the morning, whispering jokes to each other and laughing as softly as possible, just in case my dad had hearing like some wild animal. We were just becoming friends, but it felt right, it felt like we've known each other for years, which really we have, but never on the best of terms.
So, if you would have told me on that first football practice over the summer, or Hell during the suicide laps, that I was going to befriend Zachary Rogers, I would have laughed in your face for decades. But now, as we said goodbye to each other, and I stared at his freckled face and smiling lips and dark hair spiked in all different directions from the wind, I would definitely believe you. I'd believe you one hundred percent if you'd tell me that we were going to be friends; because Zachary Rogers isn't all that bad.
He's just a boy.
◇
What a lovely chapter, right? They are finally friends.
But oh... what do you think everyone else will think when they find out? Taylor? Corbett? Walker(unimportant), Rodriguez or even the whole school?
Idk.
But hey, I have decided that Corbett is going to be one of the main Antagonists.
He is going to be played by :
Ta-da, Lucas Till!
He's such a cutie... too bad he's a douchebag, Corbett I mean.
Anyway, thanks so much for reading my story! I love all of you! Even those ghost readers. You guys are my favorite, well no, I don't have favorites.
But LIKE and COMMENT! And keep on sharing my story! I would greatly appreciate it! I just want everybody to read the gayness that Zachary and Andrew are.
And speaking of Gay...
Ship names!
You guys can help me come up with ships names for any of my characters together.
Andrew × Zachary
Zachary × Taylor
Corbett × Zachary
Taylor × Andrew
Rodriguez × Andrew
Andrew × Corbett
Mrs. Hughes × Mr. Johannes ;))
AnYbOdY...
If you guys ship anybody else feel free to comment right here and tell me.
See you guys next chapter!
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