School Daze

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Jacob leaned over, his black eyes scanning over the small boy. "He's kinda...weird." he noted, placing his blue notebook in his back pocket in a similar fashion that Tegan would. He walked over to the small boy, inspecting him like he were a piece of fresh produce. It was easy to tell that this male had the same strange mindset as the white-haired boy. "Not someone you'd normally hang out with, Teegs." He said, suspicion rising in his voice. He glanced from the small boy, back to the taller man, confusion crossing his face. It wasn't like Tegan to make friends, or have someone follow him around like a lost puppy. People normally avoided Tegan like he was some sort of contagious disease. "Is he going hunting with us?" He asked, eyes wide.


Tegan shook his head. "No, he has no idea what you're talking about, Jacob." He said, shoving his elbow into the redhead's ribs. Causing the black eyes to spit daggers at him. Jacob shoved the male over, getting into his car. He backed out of the parking spot and rolled down his window, poison in his voice. "When you ditch the twirp, and are ready to do something fun just call me." He said revving his engine, shooting exauhst in their faces.


Tegan coughed, waving his hand in the air. "Asshole!"


He turned to Quin, his eyes full of apolpology, but his brows were pulled together in a frown.


"Well, Quincie, have you ever smoke weed?"

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan kept his eyes on the ground as Tegan's friend looked at him. He felt like he was being judged, he knew he was being judged. Everyone always seemed to do that when they met him. Weird? He guessed that was a better description than other things he heard. He had no idea what the two were talking about, but he didn't ask.


Then his friend left and Quinlan ended up coughing from the exhaust fumes. He looked up at Tegan when he spoke. The 'Quincie' thing still sort of bothered him, but he didn't say anything. "N-No." He shook his head a bit at the question. He never did any sort of drugs, he was definitely what some would call a 'goody two-shoes.'

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Still sitting among the blacktop, Tegan looked up at the boy, his yellow-green eyes covered by a blanket of white hair. "You're day is just full of new experiences isn't it?" He asked, standing to his feet. He brushed the dirt off the back of his black pants. Again he grabbed the male's wrist, weaving him through the cluttered parkinglot. He was silent for the majority of the walk, his hand never leaving from the boy's skin. Brain reeling with a million different warnings. He wasn't sure what his heart was doing, beating fast for this little brat. His strange infatuation with this child making red burn in his cheeks. They continued past an old liquor store, the neon signs missing letters.


Two blocks later they came to a large park, the playground to the left, and to the right a long bike trail that meandered into the thick forest that spanned for miles beyond. "Ready for some fun Quince?" He asked, pulling a bag of ground up green substance. He opened the bag, a sweet-skunky smell falling from his hands. Tegan moved along the bike trail for a few minutes before leading Quin into the underbrush and sitting with his back against the tree.


The white-haired man slipped rolling papers from his pocket, folding it over and filling the crease with a few pinches of the sticky plant. He rolled it up, licking the side before dealing the joint. He produced a black lighter from his letherman jacket, starting up the marijuana cigarette.


He took a long drag, his mouth filling with bitter smoke. He felt it tickle the back of his throat as he inhaled, holding it deep in his lungs. "Take a hit, just don't hold it in long or you'll cough a bunch." He spoke, thick clouds falling from his lips.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan wasn't so sure about this now. Not that he could bring himself to say it as Tegan led him through the parking lot and then town. Besides, he had just made a friend and he didn't want to ruin it just yet. He stared at the sidewalk most of the time, only looking up when they made it to the park.


He looked up at Tegan, still feeling unsure about trying the drug. He looked back down, following Tegan wherever he went. Was this really a good idea?


When they sat down, Quin continued to looked down. However he did watch Tegan as he put it to his mouth. He looked down again. "I-I d-don't know..." His voice was quiet and unsure. He didn't think he could do it.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan frowned, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the grass. If he didn't want to some, the least he could do was sit with him while he enjoyed his joint. "Just a small puff, it will make you happy." He spoke, taking a quick drag before placing it to the male's lips, his fingers brushing against the soft pink flesh. His now hazy mind spun with different unclean thoughts about the boy before him, causing his anger to swell strangely. The rage, and spinning thoughts, were quickly snuffed out by a sense of giddiness. The corners of his mouth turned up in a broad smile, his eyes glossing over as they turned red. He spoke once more, his voice slow but full of joy. "It will loosen you up loads."

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan gasped when he was pulled to the ground. He felt his heart start to pound. He really wasn't sure what to do. He knew his dad would kill him if he found out what he did. Looking at Tegan when the joint was placed at his lips, he thought he saw a flash of anger, but then he seemed happy again. He really didn't understand Tegan at all.


He looked at the joint, still totally afraid of what could happen. He tried to calm himself down. He looked back up at Tegan, seeing his eyes go kind of glassy. One time couldn't hurt, right? "O-Okay." He closed his eyes as he tried it.


He did end up coughing and didn't like it. He definitely didn't like it.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan refrained from laughing as the boy started to cough up a lung. He patted Quin's shoulder, placing the joint in his mouth. He pressed his palm to the boy's face, lightly tapping his face. "You'll be okay squirt, first time always tastes the worst." He spoke softly, puzzling himself at his unexpected spout of affection. The bud was heightening his mood, leveling out his quick-shifting emotions. He knew that soon Quin would feel the strange affects of the drug. He braced himself, hoping the boy would enjoy the high that come along with smoking weed, because he sure was.


His smile was wider now, stretching his face into an unfamiliar expression. He continued to take hits, his brain lifting higher into the clouds. "You going to be okay?" He said, trying to control the giggles that placed themselves between his words.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan eventually stopped coughing and he tried to breath normally. Squirt? He was sure he preferred Quincie over Squirt. He hated being reminded of his size. He didn't want to know if it tasted better after the first time. He was never going to try it again that was for sure. He nodded when he heard Tegan ask if he was going to be okay.


He had to admit that he felt calm, sort of. He also felt very weird. He almost didn't like the feeling, but he didn't really care. He looked up at Tegan, he was definitely different from any time that Quin had ever seen him.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan smoked the joint down to its stinger, placing it on the dirt and stamping out the cherry with his large combat boot. He stood to his feet, and took a deep breath. "Isn't nature just beautiful?" He asked loudly, his arms outstretched like he was pretending to fly an airplane. He lowered his hand, offering to help the boy up as he shifted close to his face. He stared into Quin's green eyes, letting himself get lost in his gaze. He felt in control around Quinlan, like he could do anything and the boy would follow. His cheeks began to turn red as he felt the moments pass, his eyes still locked on the short kid's features.


"Hey! You kids been smoking weed!?" A yell ripped through the shaded area, causing Tegan to grab Quin. He pulled him further into the woods, making sure to stay silent as he weaved quickly between the trees, his body barely brushing against the vegetation. He wasn't the least bit worried that they'd get caught, knowing how easy he could slip past anyone. He ducked under a large fallen tree, the sound of boots crunching the bracket following them.


He quickly found a large stump, pressing Quin tightly to his chest while he pinned his back to the tree. He held his breath, his heart thumping fast against his rib-cage.


"What way did they go!?" One male voice yelled a few feet behind them.


"Whatever, it's not like it'll kill 'em." The other spoke, his voice was softer indicating he'd fallen behind.


Tegan waited a few moments, their footfalls drifting to a close as they left. He let out the gulp of air he'd been squeezing tightly in his lungs.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up at Tegan when he stood. He couldn't help but smile a little bit. Was it a bad thing to think that he liked this side of Tegan? Then Tegan helped him stand up and looked back at Tegan. The longer the other looked at him, Quinlan started to feel strange. His face started to grow red. He looked down after a few moments. Then he heard someone shout.


He didn't even have time to think before Tegan was practically pulling him away. He felt his heart racing when Tegan pulled him close. He closed his eyes when he heard the voices and put his head on Tegan's chest without thinking.


Then he heard Tegan release the breath he was holding and he started to breath again. That was terrifying.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan looked down at the boy pressed tightly to his chest his brain cluttered with a thousand different commands. He dipped down, his lips barely brushing against Quin's. His body froze as realization kicked adrenalin's ass. What are you doing!?


He quickly pushed the boy away. He lifted his hand to his mouth, anger filling the air between them. He was pissed at this kid for walking into his life, raged at the fact that he'd almost kissed him, and terrified at himself for how he was acting. This wasn't the time to be getting close to someone. He needed to get away.


"I..." he didn't finish. Tegan bolted in the opposite direction, his brain now a giant mass of cruel words stinging at his self-worth. Tegan made it to the bike-trail in moments. He leaned against the tree, his fingers clenched into tight fists. The light feeling of being high had vanished along with his self-respect. Denial sunk in, making him feel like he was about to heave. You didn't just almost kiss a boy, it was nothing. This means nothing.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan had looked up at Tegan after a moment. Just in time, apparently, to feel his lips just brush his. His heart skipped a beat and then he was pushed back. He closed his eyes and ended up on his back. He opened his eyes to see Tegan looking very mad. Had he done something wrong? He was expecting Tegan to yell or something.


Then Tegan bolted, leaving a confused and slightly lost Quin behind. Tegan nearly kissed him and then he left. He stayed on the ground for a moment or two. Then he stood up. He guessed he should try and find Tegan. Or his way back home. He started to walk the way that Tegan had gone. Eventually he found Tegan, but he stayed a little bit away in case he was still mad about something. "A-Are you, um, okay?" He asked.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan stared at the ground, his heart beating in his ears. This was wrong, it was all wrong. He thought about Jacob, and how he'd flip if he found out that Tegan could possibly be... no he couldn't be. It wasn'ttrue. He despised men, most of them. His mind full of distraught emotions, he placed his hands on his knees learning over in case he hurled.


"A-Are you, um, okay?"


How many times would he be asked this today? Any more and he might actually throw up everything he's held tightly in his gut all his life. Tegan stood up straight, his hands tingling as he stared down at the boy's soft face, his cute nose, and his small smoothe lips. He was tempted to take Quin in his arms, to hold him tightly against his chest again. But he didn't.


"I'm fine!" He spat angrily, his arms trembling by his sides. He felt lost, confused, and alone. He wasn't sure if Quin had the same feeling, or the same weird urges. He looked away from the boy, clearing his throat. "I'm fine..." he said softer, repeating this phase more then once in a day. Tegan moved around the boy, careful not to touch his small frame. "I'm going home." He said as he continued down the path. He looked over his shoulder, white hair falling over his yellow-green eyes. "Don't follow me." He commanded before breaking out in a jog.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan wasn't sure what was wrong with Tegan, but he didn't look happy. Then he snapped at him and Quin looked down. "S-Sorry." He mumbled. He had just wanted to make sure that Tegan was okay. Then he said he was going home and not to follow. Quin stared down at the ground and then turned around, watching Tegan. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't go back to school, he'd risk getting in big trouble.


He stayed there for a few moments. Then he started walking home, head down. No doubt his father would find out about him skipping and be really mad. He walked slowly, thinking more about Tegan. He confused him and scared him sometimes, but Quin thought he was different than everyone else. He found himself almost wanting to spend more time together, but he was almost scared. More of his own feelings than of Tegan.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

His lungs felt heavy in his chest as he continued to jog home. By this time the sun had hidden itself behind the trees, stars poking their heads out to kiss the sky goodnight. Tegan spent this time focusing on the concrete under his toes, listening to his steady breathing.


He was in track during freshman year, he also had been on the football team. He had a whole life ahead of him, he knew exactly where he was going and why he was doing it. His head was never crowded, and he was always perscistant. Assignments were turned in at the beginning of class, notes always taken. He had been a star student, top grades and everything. What happened?


Tegan turned sharply, his calf muscles burning as he picked up the speed. His eyes wandered to the street lamps that flicked on along the streets, their yellow glow falling along the concrete, making the small rocks in the road shine. He thought of the park, the drug that had lifted his spirits, the almost-kiss. He growled at himself, angry that he'd brought it up. Regardless of his reluctance, he felt a small pang of guilt for leaving the little guy behind. It had taken the white-haired male hours to reach his own street, and that was with a mixture of jogging, sprinting, and walking. His brain shifted gears, panic settling in his chest as he found himself on the corner of Greenwood drive. He passed 204, 206,...208.


He stood on the edge of his dead lawn, weeds sprouting throughout the yard. His sagging wooden steps were painted over white, but actually looked brown from the worn away paint. His house looked sad, the windows blackened and the tiles along the roof were loose. He took a deep breath, his heart leaping into his throat, as he stepped onto the patio. He opened a white metal door, which lead to another white door. He turned the brass handle stepping inside the rotting home. To his right was a staircase, to his left a small living room with a single leather couch and a TV.


"That you boy!?" A growling voice called from the kitchen. Tegan didn't speak, his body frozen.


Jase stepped our of the diningroom, his beer-gut lopping over saggy grey sweatpants. Shirtless, his grotesque beard rolled over his belly. With a whiskey bottle in one hand, and a turkey sandwich in the other he stared at the teenager that was level with his height. He raised the bottle, pointing it at the boy. "We ain't finished what we started this mornin'"


Tegan shook his head with a scoff, his eyes rolling. "There's nothing to finish, you hit ma. I hit you for her." He said turning towards the stairs. Something flew over his shoulder, smashing against the wall next to him. Alcohol flung itself into his face, stinging his tongue as he licked his lips. He turned quickly only to be clouted in the face by an angry fist.


"We ain't done till I says we are!" Jase yelled as the boy stumbled into the wall, his head smacking clean against the foundation, chipping a hole in the drywall.


Everything went black.


Something smacked hard against Tegan's forehead, causing him to jolt awake. He stared face-down at the steps leading to the second floor, his feet sticking straight up. He felt him self move, his shirt falling against his chin. His face slammed hard against the second step. He moved his legs, his hands gripping frantically at the steps as Jase pulled him up the stairs. Tegan dug his nails deep into the wood, his breathing heavy and quick as the burly man tugged hard on his ankles. "C'mon boy, it'll be quick." He laughed, enjoying how the white-haired child tried to wriggle from his hard grip. "No! Please, I'm sorry!" Tegan's voice was frantic, his words cracking like they were jumping off the face of the earth. Jase smiled, his toothless grin. He yanked his legs up, slamming Tegan hard against the flooring. The male slipped in and out of consciousness as he was dragged into the room at the very end of the hall.


Jase picked him up from the floor, pushing him on the bed. The boy kicked his legs, and beat his fists against the disgusting sweaty chest. "No! No please!" He screamed as another fist went flying at his face. He felt sausage-like fingers press hard to his mouth. She tightened his eyes shut, screaming loudly against the man's palm. Tears flung themselves from the poor kid's eyes, getting ready for his worst fears to become reality once again...


Hours later Tegan lay naked in the old man's room, his eyes pinned on the darkened walls. His forehead had a large gash where his skull had cracked against the floor several times. Jase lay sleeping with his gun tucked tightly in his hand, his bare body turned towards the door. With silent sobs shaking the boy's shoulders, he slowly rose to a sitting position. He slipped on his boxers that had been flung with the rest of his things. He didn't bother to finish getting dressed. He wanted out of there.


In his room, Tegan sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes linked on the night sky. Tears still fell from his cheeks as he shifted his gaze to his reflection in the mirror, his torso covered in thick purple and black bruises. He stood to his feet, inspecting his body as cries of anger, confusion, and hurt ripped through his chest. He leaned forward, his gaze pinned on the stranger in the looking glass.


What had happened?


Jase had happened.

 

[Tinker Bell]

As Quinlan walked, it started to get darker. A car stopped next to him and his father rolled down the window. "What are you doing out here?" He asked. Quinlan looked down a little bit.


"Nothing dad." He said quietly. "I just, I missed the bus."


"Get in the car." Quinlan listened to his father and got in the car. "What's that smell?" Quin didn't look up at him.


"Nothing." His dad was quiet the entire way home. Then they got home and when they got inside. Then his dad looked at him.


"Got a call from school. You skipped?" Quinlan looked down again. "Why the hell did you skip?"


"D-Dad, I c-can explain."


"Then explain! And explain why you smell like weed!" Quinlan was in trouble. "You had better not be making those kinds of friends or decisions! You have your entire life ahead of you!" His dad was yelling and Quin was standing against a wall, trying to become invisible. "You're better than that Quinlan. What got into you?"


"D=Dad, I-I just--"


"You just what? Thought you could do drugs and skip class? What the hell got into you?" His father cut him off.


"Dad, I-I'm sorry."


"Don't even try. I expect you to never pull a stunt like that again. You hear me?" Quin nodded slightly. "You better!"


"S-Sorry." Quinlan went to his room and just laid on his bed. His dad was really mad. Quinlan didn't blame him either. He had made a really bad mistake with the weed. Drugs were an especially sensitive topic in their family.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Sick green eyes reflected themselves back at Tegan's vision. He trailed his fingers lightly across the large swelling red mark that formed on his forehead. He brushed his hand down to the bruise that was now a yellow-blue just under his left eye, running soft pads over the scab that was left from Jase's wedding ring. His mind swirled, thousands of ringing voices clouding his judgment.

Worthless, stupid, disgusting, grotesque, fake, freak, weird, dissapointment...

​

He stared down at his chest, placing a hand over his heart. It rapped slowly against his palm making him take a sharp breath as his skin pressed into the welts that had been given to him by the old pig. He wondered what would happen if this organ just shut down, if the beats stopped and he dropped, dead. His gaze fixed on the bedside table by his bed, hues darting to the brass-handled drawer. Suddenly the red sinuses under his pads began to ram quickly against his ribcage. He stood silently for a moment, his breath caught deep in his throat.


Tegan walked slowly to the table, his shaking hands reached into the drawer, grasping the butt of a .45. He pulled the gun from it's bed, plucking a soft cloth from under it. He slumped back at the edge of the bed and began to shine the barrel, his brain trailing back to the day's events. He remembered Jacob, and how he seemed annoyed that Tegan was spending time with someone other then him. He thought about his notebook, and its contents. His gaze fell over the mirror, staring at himself once more. He raised his arm, pointing the weapon at the white-haired stranger in the reflective glass, his eyes wide. "You sicken me." The voice that suck into his mouth seemed odd, like it belonged to someone else.


His thumb cocked the hammer back and he rose to his feet, watching himself move closer. He turned his hand, the barrel nestled under his chin. Tears flung themselves down his face, drowning his skin. He felt his hand shake as he lifted a finger to the trigger.


He pressed down hard.


Click





When his face was fully intact, no bullet sliding into his flesh, he broke down. The gun falling to the floor along with his body. Loud shake sobs ripped through his stomach. Quin's small features slipped through his thoughts. His small green eyes, the curve of his thin lips when he smiled, his soft cheeks that burned red whenever Tegan inspected his face. This caused his sobs to be uncontrollable, his fresh wounds aching as he pulled himself up onto the bed. Leaving the gun sprawled in front of his mirror he looked back at his alarm clock.


2:03 am


Tegan wrapped himself in his thin blanket, his knuckles white from grasping the fabric tightly to his chest. He closed his eyes, tears staining his sheets and fell asleep curled up in a ball.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan couldn't fall asleep as the night went on. He kept thinking about what his dad said. He always expected better of Quinlan. No matter what he did. His grades never seemed high enough, he never got a 'perfect' GPA. He knew it was probably stupid to hate something so seemingly simple as that.


He sighed quietly to himself. He just wanted his dad to back off a little bit. He made one mistake and it didn't even seem like it was that big of a deal. He knew the smoking had been stupid, but he had only missed a few classes.


He eventually fell asleep, reliving the moments with Tegan today. His alarm went off early the next morning and he sat up. He almost didn't want to go to school.


He got ready for school and made sure he was on time for the bus. He got on and sat in the front seat alone.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan woke from a deep dreamless sleep. The sun had sunk through his cracked window, splitting in slivers of gold across his pale face. His alarm was screaming a song by Chevelle, the angry beats falling over his eardrums with hidden meaning. On time, like every morning, the loud raps of Jase's impatience slammed against the outside of his bedroom door. The white-haired boy didn't bother to slink over to the door to meet the man who caused him so much torment. Instead of fighting, he leaned over and unplugged his clock, thus ending the repeating bangs.


Tegan stood to his feet, eyes red and puffy from the night's late tantrum. He glanced at himself in the mirror, disgust falling across his face at the sight of his own body. He plucked the loaded gun from the floor, and shined it once more before sliding it into his bedside table still cocked and ready to fire.


The boy dragged his legs into dark blue jeans, watching the curve of his body as the fabric slipped over his thighs. They buttoned loose against his hips. He pulled a black t-shirt over his head, the words "Special Ops" embroidered in white across his chest. He grabbed his leatherman jacket before lacing his combat boots over white socks. He unbolted all three locks on his door, opening it with surprise as he stared at the burly pig from the night before. A smug toothless smile had broken across the greasy face, whiskey breath falling over Tegan's cheeks. The boy backed up, a glare full and proud along his brow. "I'm going to be late." He muttered, only to retrieved a slap across his left cheek, causing the wound to reopen. "Don't talk to me like that." Jase growled before walking away,and slipping into the room at the end of the hallway.


Tegan felt his insides churn as his gaze fell on the looking white door, his mind feeling back to the events before sleep. He felt a lump crawl up his throat as he slowly walked down the stairs responcible for the thick gash along his forehead.


He jogged slowly to the bus-stop, catching it before it revved off. He climbed up the rubber steps, his eyes lowered to the ground. The bus driver stopped, and glanced at the slash across the male's face, his eyes narrowed but he said nothing.


The boy wandered to his normal seat, to find Quin resting in his favorite spot. He didn't bother to speak, his mouth glued shut as his cheeks began to burn red. He placed his knees against the brown seat in front of them shrinking down to the other's height.


"Hey." He said softly, eyes pinned on the wrinkles that fell around his thighs.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up at Tegan when he sat next to him. "Um, hi." He mumbled. He didn't know why, but he thought that Tegan wouldn't have spoken to him today after He noticed that he still had that injury he'd had yesterday seemed fresh again. He looked back down at his hands and stayed quiet for a moment.


As the bus started moving again, Quinlan tried not to say anything about it. He thought that maybe Tegan wouldn't want to talk about it. However he couldn't. He felt like he had to ask something.


"Um, w-what, um, what happened?" He asked quietly, meaning the cut on his face. He had looked over at Tegan, genuine concern on his face.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan looked at Quin, confusion filling his yellow-green eyes. He felt his stomach lurch as the boy's question burned in his mind. It swirled around in his brain, threatening to break the stitches holding the boy's composure together. He felt tears begin to well up in the corners of his eyes as the memory of last night slapped him in the back of the head. All he could think about were the sickening fingers curled around his mouth, large fists colliding with his bare torso.


He could almost see his carefully constructed mask slip from his flesh, exposing the pain that stretched over his bruised face. He looked down to his lap, white hair falling over his face as large drops of salt water stained his jeans. Silent sobs ripped through his body, Tegan didn't say anything.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan watched Tegan, waiting for an answer. Then he noticed Tegan seemingly fall apart. Quinlan felt so bad, knowing it was his question that caused it. He wasn't sure what to do next, he never dealt with someone who started to cry before.


He turned to face Tegan more. He gently placed his hand on Tegan's arm, shyly as if he was afraid of him becoming mad for some reason. "I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to say something wrong, y-you, um, you don't have to tell me what happened." He told him. "I-I j-just wanted to know if you were, um, if you were okay." He said quietly.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The sudden soft touch made Tegan wince. He pulled his arm away hard, his head snapping to face Quin. "Don't touch me!" He yelled, causing half the bus to pin their eyes on the two.


He felt disgusting, like he didn't deserve the boy's soft words. He leaned away from him slightly, his gaze still locked on his gorgeous face. "I..." he spoke, but the words disintigrated before he could force out an explination. He felt bad for suddenly snapping at the kid. He felt there was no way he could tell him all the terrible things he'd forced down for years. It was too late to clean his slate, his mind had been made up long ago.


"I'm fine..." but his face, eyes, and overall deminior said otherwise.


Confusion ripped through his mind as he continued to stare at the brown-haired boy next to him, his heart ramming firmly against his sternum. There was no way he could tell this perfect soul about the dark things that happened at night. Afraid of tainting the pure male with his poison insides.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan flinched and took his hand back quickly when Tegan pulled away. He looked down and tried to shrink away. "I-I'm s-s-sorry." Now Quin was the one that felt like crying, but he couldn't. He continued to stare down when Tegan told him he was fine.


Quinlan could tell he wasn't fine, he knew that lie well enough to tell when others used it. He was scared that Tegan would get mad at him again. He just didn't want Tegan to be upset, he wanted him to be okay.


"Y-You're n-not." He mumbled, he suddenly hoped that Tegan hadn't heard him. He was afraid that Tegan get mad again.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan stared at him for a while longer, shock freezing his limbs to their sides. He wasn't being careful, he was being sloppy and drawing too much attention to himself. He quickly looked away, feeling his anger rise again. "What do you know?" He asked, silently. He felt tears begin to well up once more, the urge to vomit the truth building behind his teeth.


The bus rolled to a stop, more teenagers slinking on, their faces frozen with sleep. He stared at his hands, his knuckles white as he pressed them firmly to his knees. "Maybe I'm not fine... but why the hell would you care?" He asked his mouth pressed tightly in a firm line, regretting the words that fell from his tongue.