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chapter 9
Edge of 17- part nine
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, slight angst, some sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. 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. ^_^
Status: 9/?
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I can hardly believe my luck! I’m a senior now, and I got my license. Easy. My new foster parents gave me my own car for a late birthday present. Wasn’t that sweet of them? I still have to do chores though, just until I get my own job. But for now, I was living it up and slowly becoming more popular than I’ve been in ages.
“Hey, Maxwell.”
I look up from the driver’s seat of my convertible. I grin. “Hey, Jake.”
“Nice set of wheels.” Shawn McDonald’s best friend stated. “How’d you get it?”
I pulled out my license and showed it to him proudly. I leaned back into my seat, admiring the look that I was getting from Jake. “I’m 19, that’s how.”
“No fucking way. You’re not over 18 yet!”
“That’s what my birth certificate says, pal.” I said, taking my license back from him. Jake looked confused. That didn’t surprise me. “Look, it’s kind of personal and stuff. I’d rather not be talking about my life to someone who’s so closed minded it would take a nuclear submarine’s torpedo to open it.”
“A what?” Jake raised an eyebrow.
I sighed, “Never mind.”
“Anyway, Maxwell,” Jake continued. I wish that he didn’t. He leaned against the wheel’s fender, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for a friend.” I told him, making sure that my tone was gruff enough to let him know that I don’t care to be talking to him anymore.
“What friend is that? You mean that queer you hang around with?”
I gnashed my teeth together. “Don’t call him that! He’s a human being with real feelings! I’m guessing you don’t know what it means to have feelings, huh?”
“You’re calling me insensitive, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m just calling you a flat out jerk.” I spat. He looked rather amused by my behavior for some reason.
“You two are an item, aren’t you?” he lowered his voice. The grip on my steeling wheel tightened. I do NOT want to give him any kind of answer that will urge him to go on. Then again, this is Jake we’re talking about. “The rumor is true, isn’t it? Come on, you can tell me.”
“And you can get stuffed.” I sneer.
“Why are you being so mean, Maxwell? I just want the truth. There’s nothing wrong with that, now is there?” He grinned.
Before I could answer, the reason for me being there just walked out the front doors and was headed toward us. My attention stayed on the said figure, sunny gold hair blowing in the light breeze; backpack swung over one shoulder, coat part of the school uniform grasped in one hand. He was kind of hesitant as he approached us, and stuck his stuff in the back seat. He was being brave, that boyfriend of mine, and leaned one hip against the door by me, coolly eyeing Jake.
“Sorry it took me so long,” his eyes veered to mine finally, “I had to help with clean up.”
“It’s ok, Quatre. No big deal.” I draped my arms over the side of the door. I could tell that he badly wanted to lean down to kiss me. He seemed to be fighting on the decision in his head as his eyes kept darting back and forth from me to Jake.
“Well?” I said, deciding to hell with what Jake and all the other jerks thought, “Where’s my hug?”
Quatre’s eyes widened with concern, and Jake had an amused look on his face. “I knew it.” Jake said sounding a tad wicked.
“What was that, Duo?” Quatre asked, still in shock by my behavior.
“You mean I can’t get a hug from my best friend?” I pretended to pout slightly. Jake began to laugh at this scene.
“You really want me to…”
“Yes, Quatre!” I held out my arms. Quatre sighed, rolled his eyes, and then leaned down and squeezed the bejeebies out of me. Jake clutched his sides with laughter, making Quatre and me turn abruptly and glare at him.
“And just what do you find that is so funny?” I snarl.
“Oh my god,” Jake chuckled, “I cannot believe how right I am!”
“It was just a hug!” Quatre huffed.
“And what a hug it was!” he continued to snicker, “I can tell when two people have it bad for one another, I’m not that blind! I saw the way you two were looking at each other and the way that you held each other just seemed to scream ‘I want you now!’ and how your boyfriend here,” he pointed at Quatre, “didn’t really want to let go of you…my god, Maxwell! I’m NOT dumb!”
“Aww dang! Jebus in a tote bag, he discovered us! Whatever shall we do? Oh no, now we’re really gonna get it!” I mock.
“What’s your problem?” Jake sneered.
“You really think I care if everyone knows?” I glared, “Everyone knows that I can fight, and if anyone hurts Quatre in any way I’ll tenderize them with my bare fists and then run them over!”
“Look, Maxwell, I could care LESS about you two being together. It’s all old news to me now. I’m sure that in a few weeks no ones going to care about your love life anymore. I sure as hell don’t care.”
“Oh yeah?” my eyebrow twitched. “What about Shawn?”
“What about him?” he looked away.
“You’re gonna tell him about us, aren’t you? And HE will be the one giving us crap!”
“How can I tell him about you two if he’s suspended?”
“Oh please! I’m not that dumb!” I sneer. “I know for a fact that you two hang out together after you get out of school! So don’t even start with that crap, Jake!”
“Duo?” Quatre said softly.
“Yeah?” I looked up at him, surprised by his calmness through all this.
“Let’s just forget about all of this, ok? I want to go home.”
“Go home? But Quatre, I thought you wanted to go shopping and get some more…”
“No, I changed my mind.” I got up on my knees on the seat so I could reach him. I lifted a hand up to his forehead and then ran it all the way down the side of his face.
“What wrong? Aren’t you feeling well?” his skin was warm to the touch. Jake was ogling us, but I ignored it. I pulled him closer to me. Quatre wrapped his arms around my ribs as I placed my lips to his temple. Oh yeah, he was definitely running a temperature. He never told me he wasn’t feeling good.
“Must have caught a bug.” He mumbled. I lowered his head to mine and our cheeks pressed up against each another’s. My eyes shifted over to Jake, who was still staring. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but his brown eyes continued to observe us.
“I guess I better get you home then or your dad will have my head for making you run around with a fever.” Quatre nodded, and then slowly made it around to the other side of the car. He slipped in and laid his head back against the headrest with his eyes closed. I sat back down in my seat, and started the engine. Jake moved himself away from the fender.
“Duo?” Jake’s voice startled me and my head snapped up.
“Yes?” I hissed.
He looked at a loss for words but then suddenly said, “I won’t say anything.”
I smiled at him, “Thanks. Although, as I said before, I could care less if the whole school knew. It’s not like they’re able to do something about it. And it’s none of their fucking business anyways.”
“All the same, I won’t tell anyone. I see nothing terrible about you two being an item.” My eyes widen with astonishment.
“Thanks, man.” I gave him an honest smile. He smiled back.
I put my red convertible into reverse, and backed out of the parking space. Home, here we come.
~TBC~
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, slight angst, some sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. 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. ^_^
Status: 9/?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can hardly believe my luck! I’m a senior now, and I got my license. Easy. My new foster parents gave me my own car for a late birthday present. Wasn’t that sweet of them? I still have to do chores though, just until I get my own job. But for now, I was living it up and slowly becoming more popular than I’ve been in ages.
“Hey, Maxwell.”
I look up from the driver’s seat of my convertible. I grin. “Hey, Jake.”
“Nice set of wheels.” Shawn McDonald’s best friend stated. “How’d you get it?”
I pulled out my license and showed it to him proudly. I leaned back into my seat, admiring the look that I was getting from Jake. “I’m 19, that’s how.”
“No fucking way. You’re not over 18 yet!”
“That’s what my birth certificate says, pal.” I said, taking my license back from him. Jake looked confused. That didn’t surprise me. “Look, it’s kind of personal and stuff. I’d rather not be talking about my life to someone who’s so closed minded it would take a nuclear submarine’s torpedo to open it.”
“A what?” Jake raised an eyebrow.
I sighed, “Never mind.”
“Anyway, Maxwell,” Jake continued. I wish that he didn’t. He leaned against the wheel’s fender, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for a friend.” I told him, making sure that my tone was gruff enough to let him know that I don’t care to be talking to him anymore.
“What friend is that? You mean that queer you hang around with?”
I gnashed my teeth together. “Don’t call him that! He’s a human being with real feelings! I’m guessing you don’t know what it means to have feelings, huh?”
“You’re calling me insensitive, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m just calling you a flat out jerk.” I spat. He looked rather amused by my behavior for some reason.
“You two are an item, aren’t you?” he lowered his voice. The grip on my steeling wheel tightened. I do NOT want to give him any kind of answer that will urge him to go on. Then again, this is Jake we’re talking about. “The rumor is true, isn’t it? Come on, you can tell me.”
“And you can get stuffed.” I sneer.
“Why are you being so mean, Maxwell? I just want the truth. There’s nothing wrong with that, now is there?” He grinned.
Before I could answer, the reason for me being there just walked out the front doors and was headed toward us. My attention stayed on the said figure, sunny gold hair blowing in the light breeze; backpack swung over one shoulder, coat part of the school uniform grasped in one hand. He was kind of hesitant as he approached us, and stuck his stuff in the back seat. He was being brave, that boyfriend of mine, and leaned one hip against the door by me, coolly eyeing Jake.
“Sorry it took me so long,” his eyes veered to mine finally, “I had to help with clean up.”
“It’s ok, Quatre. No big deal.” I draped my arms over the side of the door. I could tell that he badly wanted to lean down to kiss me. He seemed to be fighting on the decision in his head as his eyes kept darting back and forth from me to Jake.
“Well?” I said, deciding to hell with what Jake and all the other jerks thought, “Where’s my hug?”
Quatre’s eyes widened with concern, and Jake had an amused look on his face. “I knew it.” Jake said sounding a tad wicked.
“What was that, Duo?” Quatre asked, still in shock by my behavior.
“You mean I can’t get a hug from my best friend?” I pretended to pout slightly. Jake began to laugh at this scene.
“You really want me to…”
“Yes, Quatre!” I held out my arms. Quatre sighed, rolled his eyes, and then leaned down and squeezed the bejeebies out of me. Jake clutched his sides with laughter, making Quatre and me turn abruptly and glare at him.
“And just what do you find that is so funny?” I snarl.
“Oh my god,” Jake chuckled, “I cannot believe how right I am!”
“It was just a hug!” Quatre huffed.
“And what a hug it was!” he continued to snicker, “I can tell when two people have it bad for one another, I’m not that blind! I saw the way you two were looking at each other and the way that you held each other just seemed to scream ‘I want you now!’ and how your boyfriend here,” he pointed at Quatre, “didn’t really want to let go of you…my god, Maxwell! I’m NOT dumb!”
“Aww dang! Jebus in a tote bag, he discovered us! Whatever shall we do? Oh no, now we’re really gonna get it!” I mock.
“What’s your problem?” Jake sneered.
“You really think I care if everyone knows?” I glared, “Everyone knows that I can fight, and if anyone hurts Quatre in any way I’ll tenderize them with my bare fists and then run them over!”
“Look, Maxwell, I could care LESS about you two being together. It’s all old news to me now. I’m sure that in a few weeks no ones going to care about your love life anymore. I sure as hell don’t care.”
“Oh yeah?” my eyebrow twitched. “What about Shawn?”
“What about him?” he looked away.
“You’re gonna tell him about us, aren’t you? And HE will be the one giving us crap!”
“How can I tell him about you two if he’s suspended?”
“Oh please! I’m not that dumb!” I sneer. “I know for a fact that you two hang out together after you get out of school! So don’t even start with that crap, Jake!”
“Duo?” Quatre said softly.
“Yeah?” I looked up at him, surprised by his calmness through all this.
“Let’s just forget about all of this, ok? I want to go home.”
“Go home? But Quatre, I thought you wanted to go shopping and get some more…”
“No, I changed my mind.” I got up on my knees on the seat so I could reach him. I lifted a hand up to his forehead and then ran it all the way down the side of his face.
“What wrong? Aren’t you feeling well?” his skin was warm to the touch. Jake was ogling us, but I ignored it. I pulled him closer to me. Quatre wrapped his arms around my ribs as I placed my lips to his temple. Oh yeah, he was definitely running a temperature. He never told me he wasn’t feeling good.
“Must have caught a bug.” He mumbled. I lowered his head to mine and our cheeks pressed up against each another’s. My eyes shifted over to Jake, who was still staring. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but his brown eyes continued to observe us.
“I guess I better get you home then or your dad will have my head for making you run around with a fever.” Quatre nodded, and then slowly made it around to the other side of the car. He slipped in and laid his head back against the headrest with his eyes closed. I sat back down in my seat, and started the engine. Jake moved himself away from the fender.
“Duo?” Jake’s voice startled me and my head snapped up.
“Yes?” I hissed.
He looked at a loss for words but then suddenly said, “I won’t say anything.”
I smiled at him, “Thanks. Although, as I said before, I could care less if the whole school knew. It’s not like they’re able to do something about it. And it’s none of their fucking business anyways.”
“All the same, I won’t tell anyone. I see nothing terrible about you two being an item.” My eyes widen with astonishment.
“Thanks, man.” I gave him an honest smile. He smiled back.
I put my red convertible into reverse, and backed out of the parking space. Home, here we come.
~TBC~