Spikey-Eared Pichu
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This, at the moment, is a one-shot I typed because I was unbearably depressed over a guy. As a form of venting, I typed this up to get my emotions on paper. Please note, none of the names are accurate and none of the events that take place have actually happened.
I gingerly rose to my feet and nodded, "Yeah, don't worry about it, dude," I smiled at him to sell it, even though I was in serious hurt at the moment.
"You sure?" He didn't seem convinced and wrapped his arm under mine to support me a bit, "Let me help get you to the nurse so she can make sure you're okay." Without even asking me, he began walking towards the nurse's office.
I attempted to shrug him off, "Jerry, I'm fine, really, you don't have to take me to the nurse." Jerry was the nickname we gave Jeremy because he hated how formal his name was. He just gave me one of his 'Not happening' looks and I figured I'd just let him take me to the nurse. To be honest, having the guy I was crushing on so concerned for my well-being was making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I turned my face from his so he couldn't see me blushing or grinning like an idiot.
"Something wrong, Alex?" Damn it, he noticed. He stopped walking and saw my face and laughed, "Aw, I'm making you blush! Hahah, how cute!" He was mocking me…*******. My cheeks were burning red so I slipped myself out of his grasp and began walking, okay, hobbling, back to class without saying anything. "Hey!" He was calling after me. "Wait up, dude, I was just joking!"
I ignored him and just continued walking. I could feel the stinging of tears in my eyes and the weight of it on my chest and throat. Damn it all to hell! Why does he have to be straight?!? I took a turn and walked into one of the guy's bathrooms to wash my face and get the thought of Jerry out of my head. I silently prayed he hadn't continued to follow me.
"Aw, little queer having some troubles today?"
I failed to make sure no one else was in the bathrooms and went straight for the sink when I entered. I turned and saw the wiry form of Philip leaning against one of the stalls. Sadly enough, I use to have a crush on him. Now, seeing his zit-covered face in a greasy wife-beater and his wannabe gangster jeans just made me want to up and vomit. "**** off, Phil, it doesn't concern you." I tried to put as much hate behind my words as I could, which didn't take much effort since I was already pissed.
He just chuckled and casually walked over til he was less than two inches from me, "Now, Alex, we both know you still got a thing fer me." He groped his crotch through his jeans, "I kinda have a little…issue, at the moment. So, why don't you help me out?"
I rolled my eyes, "'Little' is definitely the right word. Use your hand. The exercise could help." I was actually enjoying denying him like this. But, I quickly regretted it when I saw the look on his face.
"Oh, so now you're all big and bad, huh, fag boy?" He gripped the collar of my shirt and lifted me a good foot off the floor. Guess he worked his right arm enough. "Let's have a bit of privacy." He more or less dragged me into one of the larger stalls and tossed me into the fall. Ow. On top of the pain in my gut, now my back was sore. Philip was sneering at me, "Now, be nice. No biting, or else…" I was pretty sure it was an empty threat until he drew a pocket knife from his jeans pocket, "Wouldn't want me to cut up that pretty little face now, would ya?"
I gulped but didn't speak. What was I going to do? He had me cornered. I was distracted from my frantic thoughts when I heard the sound of a descending zipper. He was actually going to make me do this. He let his pants drop and kicked them aside before walking over to me in his boxers. I held back a gag, he obviously hadn't showered recently because his crotch smelled like a mixture of sweat and…I don't even know what else.
"Remember," he flashed the blade in his hand and sneered at me, "be nice." I braced myself for the descent of his undies, when an idea struck me. Quickly, much to Philip's surprise, I sucker punched his junk, sending him doubling backwards and coughing up spit. "What the hell?!?" He was in serious hurt, but I could care less. As I'd hoped, he dropped the pocket knife. I grabbed it quickly and ran. I heard him screaming threats at me as I ran down the hall. I felt dirty. I wanted to just get out of here, and fast. I wasn't even watching where I was going thanks to tears welling up again.
SMACK!
Ow! Again with the pain! My head, this time. I was sent to the floor, rubbing my forehead. "Sorry…" I managed. In all honesty, I didn't care who I hit. I just needed to get out of here.
"Ow…there you are!" Jerry? I looked up and, yeah, it was him. He was rubbing his forehead too, "What's with the head butt? You still mad?" He was looking directly at me with those perfect blue eyes. He frowned, "Hey, you're crying. Was it the head butt, or something I said?"
I got to my feet slowly, "It's nothing," I said while rubbing my eyes, "Just leave me alone." I began walking away, but he grabbed my arm this time.
"You look freaked. Did something happen?" He was still gripping my arm, so just walking off was out of the question.
I showed him the knife, and got a proper 'Holy shit' look. "It's Philip's…He cornered me in the bathroom and tried to…" My voice trailed off. I didn't want to say it. If I said it aloud then that'd make it real…
He looked at me hard and made a connection when I avoided eye contact, "He tried to make you-"
"DON'T say it," I interrupted.
"Okay…And he threatened to use the knife?"
I nodded.
"Wow…" He was silent for a long moment and then, "C'mon, we're taking you home."
"What?"
"Please, just stop with the whole 'distant' thing, okay? I know how you feel and I know I said some things I shouldn't have earlier. If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have been in that bathroom. I owe you, so I'm driving you home."
I didn't even try to argue that school wasn't over for another hour. We went to the parking lot and hopped into his truck. I leaned against the door and just stared out the window of the passenger's seat. I didn't try to make conversation because I was just so shocked that Jerry actually knew how I felt and even apologized for hurting my feelings.
It was a quiet drive. We both felt awkward, obviously, so we just came to a silent decision that it'd be best to get me home and deal with this tomorrow. After a horribly uncomfortable twenty minute drive, we finally pulled up to my house. I got ready to get out of the car. "Thanks," I said, "for driving me home."
He grabbed my shoulder, "No problem, dude. I'm sorry you had to deal with that today." I turned to him and we locked eyes for a long moment. "When you told me what Philip tried to do, I wanted to take the knife and go back to the bathroom so I could give him what he deserved."
I just stared and nodded.
And then, he did something I would never have imagined Jerry would do. He leaned in and kissed me. It was a light, butterfly kiss on the lips, but a kiss none the less. "Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah…tomorrow," I said. I got out of the car and walked over to my house. I fished the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I turned back, and he was still there, watching me. I don't know why, but I couldn't help smiling. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.
If I hadn't snuck a glance from my window, I wouldn't have know that he was still there in his truck, angelic face staring at the door to the house for a minute longer before shifting gears, backing up, and then driving off.
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Butterfly Kisses
by Spikey
We locked eyes. Here I was: a 16-year old gay highschooler on his ass thanks to a rogue blow to the gut from one of the friendly football players, who didn't take kindly to my sexuality. And before me, angelic face curled in concern, was Jeremy. "Are you okay, Alex?" He sounded worried and had that look of 'God, I hope you're alright' on his face. by Spikey
I gingerly rose to my feet and nodded, "Yeah, don't worry about it, dude," I smiled at him to sell it, even though I was in serious hurt at the moment.
"You sure?" He didn't seem convinced and wrapped his arm under mine to support me a bit, "Let me help get you to the nurse so she can make sure you're okay." Without even asking me, he began walking towards the nurse's office.
I attempted to shrug him off, "Jerry, I'm fine, really, you don't have to take me to the nurse." Jerry was the nickname we gave Jeremy because he hated how formal his name was. He just gave me one of his 'Not happening' looks and I figured I'd just let him take me to the nurse. To be honest, having the guy I was crushing on so concerned for my well-being was making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I turned my face from his so he couldn't see me blushing or grinning like an idiot.
"Something wrong, Alex?" Damn it, he noticed. He stopped walking and saw my face and laughed, "Aw, I'm making you blush! Hahah, how cute!" He was mocking me…*******. My cheeks were burning red so I slipped myself out of his grasp and began walking, okay, hobbling, back to class without saying anything. "Hey!" He was calling after me. "Wait up, dude, I was just joking!"
I ignored him and just continued walking. I could feel the stinging of tears in my eyes and the weight of it on my chest and throat. Damn it all to hell! Why does he have to be straight?!? I took a turn and walked into one of the guy's bathrooms to wash my face and get the thought of Jerry out of my head. I silently prayed he hadn't continued to follow me.
"Aw, little queer having some troubles today?"
I failed to make sure no one else was in the bathrooms and went straight for the sink when I entered. I turned and saw the wiry form of Philip leaning against one of the stalls. Sadly enough, I use to have a crush on him. Now, seeing his zit-covered face in a greasy wife-beater and his wannabe gangster jeans just made me want to up and vomit. "**** off, Phil, it doesn't concern you." I tried to put as much hate behind my words as I could, which didn't take much effort since I was already pissed.
He just chuckled and casually walked over til he was less than two inches from me, "Now, Alex, we both know you still got a thing fer me." He groped his crotch through his jeans, "I kinda have a little…issue, at the moment. So, why don't you help me out?"
I rolled my eyes, "'Little' is definitely the right word. Use your hand. The exercise could help." I was actually enjoying denying him like this. But, I quickly regretted it when I saw the look on his face.
"Oh, so now you're all big and bad, huh, fag boy?" He gripped the collar of my shirt and lifted me a good foot off the floor. Guess he worked his right arm enough. "Let's have a bit of privacy." He more or less dragged me into one of the larger stalls and tossed me into the fall. Ow. On top of the pain in my gut, now my back was sore. Philip was sneering at me, "Now, be nice. No biting, or else…" I was pretty sure it was an empty threat until he drew a pocket knife from his jeans pocket, "Wouldn't want me to cut up that pretty little face now, would ya?"
I gulped but didn't speak. What was I going to do? He had me cornered. I was distracted from my frantic thoughts when I heard the sound of a descending zipper. He was actually going to make me do this. He let his pants drop and kicked them aside before walking over to me in his boxers. I held back a gag, he obviously hadn't showered recently because his crotch smelled like a mixture of sweat and…I don't even know what else.
"Remember," he flashed the blade in his hand and sneered at me, "be nice." I braced myself for the descent of his undies, when an idea struck me. Quickly, much to Philip's surprise, I sucker punched his junk, sending him doubling backwards and coughing up spit. "What the hell?!?" He was in serious hurt, but I could care less. As I'd hoped, he dropped the pocket knife. I grabbed it quickly and ran. I heard him screaming threats at me as I ran down the hall. I felt dirty. I wanted to just get out of here, and fast. I wasn't even watching where I was going thanks to tears welling up again.
SMACK!
Ow! Again with the pain! My head, this time. I was sent to the floor, rubbing my forehead. "Sorry…" I managed. In all honesty, I didn't care who I hit. I just needed to get out of here.
"Ow…there you are!" Jerry? I looked up and, yeah, it was him. He was rubbing his forehead too, "What's with the head butt? You still mad?" He was looking directly at me with those perfect blue eyes. He frowned, "Hey, you're crying. Was it the head butt, or something I said?"
I got to my feet slowly, "It's nothing," I said while rubbing my eyes, "Just leave me alone." I began walking away, but he grabbed my arm this time.
"You look freaked. Did something happen?" He was still gripping my arm, so just walking off was out of the question.
I showed him the knife, and got a proper 'Holy shit' look. "It's Philip's…He cornered me in the bathroom and tried to…" My voice trailed off. I didn't want to say it. If I said it aloud then that'd make it real…
He looked at me hard and made a connection when I avoided eye contact, "He tried to make you-"
"DON'T say it," I interrupted.
"Okay…And he threatened to use the knife?"
I nodded.
"Wow…" He was silent for a long moment and then, "C'mon, we're taking you home."
"What?"
"Please, just stop with the whole 'distant' thing, okay? I know how you feel and I know I said some things I shouldn't have earlier. If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have been in that bathroom. I owe you, so I'm driving you home."
I didn't even try to argue that school wasn't over for another hour. We went to the parking lot and hopped into his truck. I leaned against the door and just stared out the window of the passenger's seat. I didn't try to make conversation because I was just so shocked that Jerry actually knew how I felt and even apologized for hurting my feelings.
It was a quiet drive. We both felt awkward, obviously, so we just came to a silent decision that it'd be best to get me home and deal with this tomorrow. After a horribly uncomfortable twenty minute drive, we finally pulled up to my house. I got ready to get out of the car. "Thanks," I said, "for driving me home."
He grabbed my shoulder, "No problem, dude. I'm sorry you had to deal with that today." I turned to him and we locked eyes for a long moment. "When you told me what Philip tried to do, I wanted to take the knife and go back to the bathroom so I could give him what he deserved."
I just stared and nodded.
And then, he did something I would never have imagined Jerry would do. He leaned in and kissed me. It was a light, butterfly kiss on the lips, but a kiss none the less. "Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah…tomorrow," I said. I got out of the car and walked over to my house. I fished the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I turned back, and he was still there, watching me. I don't know why, but I couldn't help smiling. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.
If I hadn't snuck a glance from my window, I wouldn't have know that he was still there in his truck, angelic face staring at the door to the house for a minute longer before shifting gears, backing up, and then driving off.
C+C? If you think I should continue this, please let me know.