Edge of Seventeen
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Adult +
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chapter 7
Edge of 17- part seven
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, angst, sap, Duo POV, bad language (naughty Duo), a few OC’s
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. Was thinking about doing another one similar to this one later that is a 1+4. (If anyone is interested in me doing one)
The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
Don’t worry, it gets better.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was watching my mouth for Quatre’s sake. Always considered the ill mannered teenager, I didn’t know when to keep my mouth shut and ears open. For a while, I had to take pills for my restlessness. I got over that, especially when I took Karate in Junior High. My old foster parents were very verbal when it came to punishment.
Coming from an abusive home kind of helped with my status. I was caught smoking once, and my parents (yes, my real parents) were so upset over the fact that their own boy was doing something so despicable with his body that they needed to inflict pain to it. It doesn’t make sense, but it got me to quit smoking. They even found out that I was having a beer with my friends one day. It was just ONE freaking beer! They grounded me for a whole year.
Quatre’s parents are nice, but just the thought of having a room without him really upsets me. When I came down for dinner that night, the table was strangely quiet. Usually Mr. & Mrs. Winner would be talking up a storm about their day and what they wanted to do for the weekend or the next day after work and so on.
Mr. Winner kept glaring at me, like I was some hardened criminal. Quatre would hardly look at me, but kept giving hopeful glances at his mother. I wanted to say something, anything at all that will get them talking, but nothing sprang to mind.
After everyone was finished eating, Quatre cleared the table and began rising out everything so he can stick them in the dishwasher. Not wanting to sit there next to Mr. Grump for long, I bolted out of my seat and began to help him. I think I startled the Winners when I did that. Yeah, it’s so unlike me but I need to: 1. Get away from the table and away from Mr. Winner’s staring. And 2. Show them that I’m not as bad of a person that they think.
“Thanks, Duo.” Quatre smiled at me.
“No problem.” I grinned back. I wanted to touch him somehow, but Mr. Winner was watching. I wanted to go up from behind him and slip my arms around his waist. I wanted to squeeze him tightly against me, and then give him butterfly kisses down his neck. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and make him squirm in my grasp.
I wanted to do that, and more some. But instead, I slipped my socked foot over his and started to play with his toes. Quatre started giggling and his shoulders were shaking. I peered over at him and smirked. As he put the last dish in the dishwasher, I snuck my big toe in between his toes and made him jump.
I looked over and saw that Mrs. Winner was chuckling and her face was red. Lucky for me, Mr. Winner was clueless to why his wife was having such giggling fits. Quatre blushed brightly, and then jabbed his elbow into my breadbasket. It took me off guard only for a minute, and I slapped him on the ass.
Again, I was lucky that Mr. Winner was paying more attention to his wife than us. But I think that Mrs. Winner saw what I did (I think she did anyways) and she flushed as bright as Quatre was now. I gave them both a cheeky smile and then wiggled my eyebrows at Quatre.
“Stop it!” Quatre huffed, but he didn’t sound too upset to me, so I tackled him and began to tickle him right there on the kitchen floor.
“Duo!” Mr. Winner snapped. “Not in the kitchen!”
I stood up, and then acted all ashamed, “Sorry. I got carried away.”
“Go easy on them, dear.” Mrs. Winner sighed. “They’re just having fun.”
Mr. Winner scowled and then went back to reading his morning paper. The room was frightfully quiet for a while, and then Mr. Winner sighed and folded his paper, “Quatre, why don’t you get that guest room all made up for Duo to sleep in. It would give you both something to do instead of flirting in front of me.” He snapped his paper back into place and then went back to reading.
“Ok, father.” Quatre sighed. He took my hand secretly while his father’s nose was in the newspaper, “Come on, Duo.” He said, and led me into his room to get my stuff.
~~**~~
“What a grump!” I sighed, flopping down on Quatre’s bed. “You’d think that he’d be happy that I wasn’t a girl and that you didn’t get me pregnant.”
“My father is kind of religious, and I say ‘kind of’ because ever since my grandparents died he stopped going to church. I mean... I’m sure he is still very Christian. He believes that homosexuality is wrong.” Quatre sighed sadly, helping me gather up my stuff that I brought over for the sleep over.
“What about your mother? She’s religious, isn’t she?”
“Yes, but she’s a different religion. That doesn’t mean that she wasn’t taught about the bible or anything. She is just too open-minded of a person. She believes that as long as you love someone then that’s all that matters. She believes that love conquers all.”
I walk up behind him and pull him close, “She doesn’t believe that two guys in love is wrong, does she?” I ask.
“I think she believes in the right to love whom ever you want. So, I’m sure that she’s not against us. It’s just my father that isn’t too happy.”
“There’s always gotta be one rotten apple in the family tree. Not that your father is really rotten, he’s just… gonna be a hard person to get along with now.”
Quatre nodded, leaning back against me.
~**~
We finished cleaning and preparing the guest room for me to stay in until Quatre and me are eighteen. With the way Mr. Winner was acting, I really need to watch myself, I know that much. I always have to steal a kiss from Quatre when his parents aren’t around, and I can’t talk sweet to him in front of his father either.
I had to go use the bathroom. When you gotta go, you gotta go. But as I emerged from doing my duties and washing my hands, I pass by Quatre’s parent’s bedroom door (which was open just a crack). I would have kept going right straight to my room, but I heard…
“Be reasonable dear! Duo is a very sweet kid.” It was Mrs. Winner. When I hear my name mentioned in any kind of conversation, I have to know what’s going on. So, I halted, scooted over to the edge of the door, and kept my ears open.
“He’s not a kid, Marie Ann! He’s a teenager with hormones the size of China! And he has corrupted my son!” I winced at that. God I wish I could put my hands around his neck.
“He has done no such thing!” Mrs. Winner retaliated. I almost cheered out loud. Way to go mom! “I have taken many psychology classes, and I know for a fact that you can’t just suddenly become gay! For your information, one of my best friends is gay, and she said…”
“Who??” Mr. Winner sounded a bit on the defensive side.
“Carla Barton. Anyways, she said that she doesn’t understand WHY she finds women more attractive! When she hit puberty, that’s when she started to realize this…”
“Carla Barton?? But she’s one of the most respected people of this city! How come no one told me this?”
“Because everyone knows how bias you are.” Mrs. Winner sighed, “Honey… you must face facts and except our son as he is. You did nothing wrong in raising him.”
“You really believe that, don’t you?” Mr. Winner huffed, “Well then maybe YOU did something wrong! Ever think about that?”
“I did nothing of the sort!” Mrs. Winner cried. I felt like bursting into the room and shouting, ‘leave your wife alone and let her believe what she wants!’ But right now, I don’t have the guts to try standing up to Mr. Winner. I’d probably end up strangling him, and then he’d probably file for attempted murder and then slap a restraining order on me.
“How do you know if you haven’t done anything to him?” Mr. Winner’s voice sounded like he hit the jackpot with that question. I sighed inwardly.
“Well then, let’s talk to him privately and see what he says.” Mrs. Winner sighed. That was my cue to depart. I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as I slipped past the door and into my own room.
“There you are, Duo.” Quatre smiled. “Where’ve you been?” He held onto me tightly, and I squeezed him back.
“You will NOT believe what I just heard.”
Ok, maybe he WILL believe. But he has the right to know anyway.
~TBC~
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, angst, sap, Duo POV, bad language (naughty Duo), a few OC’s
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. Was thinking about doing another one similar to this one later that is a 1+4. (If anyone is interested in me doing one)
The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
Don’t worry, it gets better.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was watching my mouth for Quatre’s sake. Always considered the ill mannered teenager, I didn’t know when to keep my mouth shut and ears open. For a while, I had to take pills for my restlessness. I got over that, especially when I took Karate in Junior High. My old foster parents were very verbal when it came to punishment.
Coming from an abusive home kind of helped with my status. I was caught smoking once, and my parents (yes, my real parents) were so upset over the fact that their own boy was doing something so despicable with his body that they needed to inflict pain to it. It doesn’t make sense, but it got me to quit smoking. They even found out that I was having a beer with my friends one day. It was just ONE freaking beer! They grounded me for a whole year.
Quatre’s parents are nice, but just the thought of having a room without him really upsets me. When I came down for dinner that night, the table was strangely quiet. Usually Mr. & Mrs. Winner would be talking up a storm about their day and what they wanted to do for the weekend or the next day after work and so on.
Mr. Winner kept glaring at me, like I was some hardened criminal. Quatre would hardly look at me, but kept giving hopeful glances at his mother. I wanted to say something, anything at all that will get them talking, but nothing sprang to mind.
After everyone was finished eating, Quatre cleared the table and began rising out everything so he can stick them in the dishwasher. Not wanting to sit there next to Mr. Grump for long, I bolted out of my seat and began to help him. I think I startled the Winners when I did that. Yeah, it’s so unlike me but I need to: 1. Get away from the table and away from Mr. Winner’s staring. And 2. Show them that I’m not as bad of a person that they think.
“Thanks, Duo.” Quatre smiled at me.
“No problem.” I grinned back. I wanted to touch him somehow, but Mr. Winner was watching. I wanted to go up from behind him and slip my arms around his waist. I wanted to squeeze him tightly against me, and then give him butterfly kisses down his neck. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and make him squirm in my grasp.
I wanted to do that, and more some. But instead, I slipped my socked foot over his and started to play with his toes. Quatre started giggling and his shoulders were shaking. I peered over at him and smirked. As he put the last dish in the dishwasher, I snuck my big toe in between his toes and made him jump.
I looked over and saw that Mrs. Winner was chuckling and her face was red. Lucky for me, Mr. Winner was clueless to why his wife was having such giggling fits. Quatre blushed brightly, and then jabbed his elbow into my breadbasket. It took me off guard only for a minute, and I slapped him on the ass.
Again, I was lucky that Mr. Winner was paying more attention to his wife than us. But I think that Mrs. Winner saw what I did (I think she did anyways) and she flushed as bright as Quatre was now. I gave them both a cheeky smile and then wiggled my eyebrows at Quatre.
“Stop it!” Quatre huffed, but he didn’t sound too upset to me, so I tackled him and began to tickle him right there on the kitchen floor.
“Duo!” Mr. Winner snapped. “Not in the kitchen!”
I stood up, and then acted all ashamed, “Sorry. I got carried away.”
“Go easy on them, dear.” Mrs. Winner sighed. “They’re just having fun.”
Mr. Winner scowled and then went back to reading his morning paper. The room was frightfully quiet for a while, and then Mr. Winner sighed and folded his paper, “Quatre, why don’t you get that guest room all made up for Duo to sleep in. It would give you both something to do instead of flirting in front of me.” He snapped his paper back into place and then went back to reading.
“Ok, father.” Quatre sighed. He took my hand secretly while his father’s nose was in the newspaper, “Come on, Duo.” He said, and led me into his room to get my stuff.
~~**~~
“What a grump!” I sighed, flopping down on Quatre’s bed. “You’d think that he’d be happy that I wasn’t a girl and that you didn’t get me pregnant.”
“My father is kind of religious, and I say ‘kind of’ because ever since my grandparents died he stopped going to church. I mean... I’m sure he is still very Christian. He believes that homosexuality is wrong.” Quatre sighed sadly, helping me gather up my stuff that I brought over for the sleep over.
“What about your mother? She’s religious, isn’t she?”
“Yes, but she’s a different religion. That doesn’t mean that she wasn’t taught about the bible or anything. She is just too open-minded of a person. She believes that as long as you love someone then that’s all that matters. She believes that love conquers all.”
I walk up behind him and pull him close, “She doesn’t believe that two guys in love is wrong, does she?” I ask.
“I think she believes in the right to love whom ever you want. So, I’m sure that she’s not against us. It’s just my father that isn’t too happy.”
“There’s always gotta be one rotten apple in the family tree. Not that your father is really rotten, he’s just… gonna be a hard person to get along with now.”
Quatre nodded, leaning back against me.
~**~
We finished cleaning and preparing the guest room for me to stay in until Quatre and me are eighteen. With the way Mr. Winner was acting, I really need to watch myself, I know that much. I always have to steal a kiss from Quatre when his parents aren’t around, and I can’t talk sweet to him in front of his father either.
I had to go use the bathroom. When you gotta go, you gotta go. But as I emerged from doing my duties and washing my hands, I pass by Quatre’s parent’s bedroom door (which was open just a crack). I would have kept going right straight to my room, but I heard…
“Be reasonable dear! Duo is a very sweet kid.” It was Mrs. Winner. When I hear my name mentioned in any kind of conversation, I have to know what’s going on. So, I halted, scooted over to the edge of the door, and kept my ears open.
“He’s not a kid, Marie Ann! He’s a teenager with hormones the size of China! And he has corrupted my son!” I winced at that. God I wish I could put my hands around his neck.
“He has done no such thing!” Mrs. Winner retaliated. I almost cheered out loud. Way to go mom! “I have taken many psychology classes, and I know for a fact that you can’t just suddenly become gay! For your information, one of my best friends is gay, and she said…”
“Who??” Mr. Winner sounded a bit on the defensive side.
“Carla Barton. Anyways, she said that she doesn’t understand WHY she finds women more attractive! When she hit puberty, that’s when she started to realize this…”
“Carla Barton?? But she’s one of the most respected people of this city! How come no one told me this?”
“Because everyone knows how bias you are.” Mrs. Winner sighed, “Honey… you must face facts and except our son as he is. You did nothing wrong in raising him.”
“You really believe that, don’t you?” Mr. Winner huffed, “Well then maybe YOU did something wrong! Ever think about that?”
“I did nothing of the sort!” Mrs. Winner cried. I felt like bursting into the room and shouting, ‘leave your wife alone and let her believe what she wants!’ But right now, I don’t have the guts to try standing up to Mr. Winner. I’d probably end up strangling him, and then he’d probably file for attempted murder and then slap a restraining order on me.
“How do you know if you haven’t done anything to him?” Mr. Winner’s voice sounded like he hit the jackpot with that question. I sighed inwardly.
“Well then, let’s talk to him privately and see what he says.” Mrs. Winner sighed. That was my cue to depart. I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as I slipped past the door and into my own room.
“There you are, Duo.” Quatre smiled. “Where’ve you been?” He held onto me tightly, and I squeezed him back.
“You will NOT believe what I just heard.”
Ok, maybe he WILL believe. But he has the right to know anyway.
~TBC~