Fan Fiction ❯ A Thing Lost ❯ School, music, and sisters ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vixie_rose 
A day with Davey.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Occult / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
A day with Davey.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Occult / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
He pinned me to the wall and kissed me with so much force and want. I didn’t want him to be hurt so I let him. He was scared. He needed someone to be kind to him. He needed me. There was no way I could hurt him. I was his only friend. I did the right thing right?
They still took him. The men in the suits. I felt so terrible. He didn’t know anyone where he was going. We were only ten. His mom was dead, his dad was somewhere else. He had to leave. I wish he didn’t have to. He needed me. He cried as he was dragged off into a gray car. He called me, begged me to keep him, to take him.
A while after he left there was a plane crash, it was the plane he was going to take. It exploded before it landed. Fifty-seven people died. No one could figure out the cause of the crash, but they still found a way to take him away from me. He was so sad. So torn. He needed me. I was the only one who cared about him. I was the only one who understood him. His dad knows nothing about him. He abandoned him, but the men in the suits still took him away from me.
He kept calling me. I still heard him in my mind. When they took him away from me. My father hit me for letting him kiss me. I did the right thing by letting him, I know I did right. He needed me. He was hurt inside. He needed me to be a friend. He needed to know someone cared about him. So I let him. If I didn’t he might hurt himself, he might be gone forever, but he’s still gone. The men in the suits took him way from me. He needs me.
***
“Davey!!” called a voice. I thought it was just my dream. Of course, I’m not that fortunate.
“What!” I yelled with my blankets over my head and my face buried in my pillow.
“Get your lazy butt out of bed! Mom says you’re taking me to school today!” it was my little sister Dana. She’s ok for a kid. She has the attitude of a teenager, and she’s just seven. You gotta love the youth of today. So mature. I blame parents! Video games, television, and music have nothing to do with it. My little sister doesn’t play video games, she only watches Disney cartoons, and listens only to Mozart. What’s left, parents. I rarely even speak to my sister, so I can’t be blamed. So yeah, parents are to blame.
I sat up grabbed whatever pant looked at least decent. Which was black, long, baggy, and had enough chains to tie down three tigers. I then grabbed a T-shirt, that ironically enough said “Blame my Parents”. I looked in the mirror. My hair was satisfactorily messy enough. Black long spiky hair darting everywhere. I’m trying to brake the record of unbrushed hair. It pisses the preps off. So far I’ve gone one year, five months, two weeks, four days, four hours, eight minutes, and…thirteen second. Yeah, I’m very exact. I grabbed my black combat boots, put them on. Grabbed my backpack and keys and went to the kitchen. Where I saw my oh so sweet sister sitting in front of the T.V. with a bowl of sugar-free cereal watching “Bear in the Big Blue House”. I went into the kitchen and warmed up some left over pizza. We always have left over pizza. Mostly because I’m too lazy to cook and I’m always forced to cook, mom and dad always go out. It’s funny because I still rarely talk to my little sister. At least you can’t say we don’t get along. I can cook I just don’t.
After finishing my “healthy” breakfast. I grabbed my stuff.
“Come on runt.” I called from the door.
“Ok.” she picked up after herself and followed me out. She goes to some expensive academy thing for gifted youths. I always feel awkward there because I keep having this thought in that all the five year olds there will always be smarter than me. It’s creepy.
“Hey runt, don’t forget that mom and dad aren’t gonna be home today and Toby and me are going to pick up Brad so we can practice for tomorrow’s gig. So remember to ask one of your friends if you can go to their house today, to I don’t know create a new source of fuel or find a new renewable energy source, ok?” I told her.
“Till what time?”
“Probably till,9:30. I’ll pick you up right after, unless something comes up. If I’m not there for you by 11:50, start worrying. Call the cops.” I told her seriously.
“Ok.” she nodded. She knew I wasn’t kidding about that. Never once had I ever been late picking her up for anything. Seriously. It didn’t matter how late, how early, how hot, how cold, how wind, rainy or dusty. I have never left my little sister waiting and worrying, but just out of habit, I remind her to call the cops if I’m more than an hour late. “What time should mom and dad be home?”
“They said around 2:00. Alright better take off before I get to school tardy, later runt, love ya’.” I said and left. No I don’t care if people see how much I love my little sister. I’d do anything to protect that pain in the butt that shares my last name!
When I got to school the “stalker” and my friends were waiting for me. The “stalker” is some weird chick none of us like that stalks me. Her name’s Diana. She’s creepy. She where’s a lot of colors that I pretty much loath. Like pink, lavender, and baby blue. They’re too happy. I prefer red, green, black, blue, and gray. Nice solid emotional colors. Not just happy. They have more than one emotion. They have many meanings, whereas her colors are just happy. Did I mention she stalks me?
“Hey Davey! What are you planning for us to do for lunch?” Diana said waving at me.
“Brad and I were planning on staying as far away form you as humanly possible, but Toby’s free! Stay with him!” I said.
“No,” she said pouting. “He’s smelly and I want to be with you!”
“Well I don’t and he does not smell!” I told her. “He’s just unusually odored.”
“Yeah! Wait.” Toby paused.
“Look. Diana we don’t like you just leave.” Brad said pulling his very long hair out of his eyes.
“That’s not true! Davey likes me! Don’t you Davey?” she said trying to look cute. Which just made her look very slutty.
“No.” I said point black.
“Stop lying Davey! I know you like me.” she said still pouting.
“No I don’t.” how many times I have told her this and it still hasn’t gone through her bleach blonde head.
“Davey! Stop lying just cause your friends are here! Say the truth!” she said still trying to be cute.
“Ok, you’re scary, you stalk me, you’re scary, you scare the hell out of my little sister, you’re annoying, I can’t stand you or you’re Telletubbies meets Sailor Moon style and you scare the hell out of me. Oh, and I’ve never liked you.” I’m not being mean, I’m just being honest.
“You’re so mean!” she said and walked off.
“How long do you think she’ll last this time?” Toby said.
“I give her till tomorrow morning.” Brad said.
“How many times do I have to tell her that till it sinks in?” I asked.
“Dunno, don’t care as long as she gets the message eventually.” Toby said. Then the bell rang.
The day transpired as it usually does. Brad, Toby, and I piss of our morning teacher’s and praise our afternoon teachers. The morning teachers are P.E., Chemistry, Japanese, and English. They always hate us. Why is beyond me, wait I know. P.E. we do absolutely nothing. Chemistry we make things go boom. In English we always correct our, straight from some unknown country, teacher. Our Japanese teacher, who’s Japanese, we also always correct. I mean how can you mix up “aishiteru” and “koibito”, seriously. Aishiteru means “I love you” and koibito means “lover”, huge difference. Yeah, they hate us. Our afternoon classes on the other hand are Geometry, Guitar, World History, French. Our Geometry teacher spoils us and gives us candy, and extra points for helping her clean. She’s very old. It’s sad because she’s old, so we help her, she says we remind her of her sons, she’s so nice. Our guitar teacher is an ex-hippie. So he’s been drugged up, held up, and messed up. He’s pretty cool. Our World History teacher’s awesome, he always screws the curriculum and teaches us about cool countries, not some stupid country we’ve never heard of, I mean where the hell is Scheck Slovakia? And our French teacher is awesome! She will speak French the whole class period and confuse the hell out of most the class, except us because we’re inhumanly intelligent. It will be like: “Ca va? Quil est la date?” and she’ll keep it up the whole class. She’s so cruel! We call her “big sister”. She calls us ‘renards du mort’, or ‘foxes of death’. Meaning we’re cunning and deadly. Sweet, huh?
Anyway after our awesome day, we all packed up in my car, cause the other lazy asses don’t have one, and took off to Brad’s to drop him off at his place, so he could get our instruments tuned and ready, while Toby and I secured our practice place, which was a abandoned factory. An old friend and I had found it years ago. It used to be his and mine club house. Now it’s our practice studio.
“Davey! Davey!” Toby yelled and waved a hand in front of my face.
“Huh? Wha?” I sputtered snapping out of my trance.
“Dude you spaced out so bad that that box of hammers fell on your foot and you didn’t feel it!” Toby said pointing at the box that clearly had fallen on my foot.
“Ahh!” I cried and fell backwards and rubbed my now throbbing foot.
“What could you have possibly been thinking of that you didn’t feel that?!” Toby asked concerned.
“I was thinking about an old friend. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately.” I said a little distant.
“What? Was he like your boyfriend or something? Cause I have never seen anyone daze off that seriously. Unless they were thinking about a love or something like that.”
“Honestly I’m not sure what he was to me.”
“Whatever he was to you it was pretty important. What happened to him?”
“His mom was killed and he was forced to leave town because his only living relative lived in another state.”
“That sucks.”
“Who sucks? Cause if you’re talking about me I do not suck.” said a voice that sounded cocky and European, but Toby and I know better than to think this voice belonged to someone cocky or someone from Europe.
“Hey Ben!” Toby said waving at the American Eagle looking model walking toward us. Yeah he’s not cocky, he’s just a pretty boy lucky enough to have a cool accent is also the synthesizer of our band.
“So what’s up? Where’s everyone?” Ben said picking up the heavy box of hammers easily. He picked up the HEAVY box of hammers with ease. He makes guys that aren’t very strong feel like walking sticks that might break if they picked up paper. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but with his model thing he’s got going on it happens.
“Well we’re or Toby’s gonna pick Brad up and we have to wait for Rachel and Brandon.” I said looking at my watch. Rachel was our keyboardist, she does all sorts of cool things with the keyboard, she can make Beethoven sound like rock, it’s awesome. Brandon, who we nickname Zorro cause he has that Antonio Banderas look, is our random guy. If we feel like using a viola for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a harp for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a piccolo for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a tin whistle, flute, a harmonica, and a cello for a song, he will some how manage to play them. He has scary musical talent.
“Hey why do I have to pick up Brad?”
“Cause you’re stronger then I am, I’m too lazy to pick up the instruments, and Ben needs my help setting up the synthesizer.” I said patting Ben in the back who was shaking his head and smiling.
“That’s so mean. Lazy.” Toby grumbled and grabbed the keys from my hand and left.
“So you’re just gonna stand there and hand me things while I put the synthesizer together?” Ben smirked and looked at me.
“Yup!” I said and hopped onto a conveyer belt. Ben began setting up the synthesizer.
“So what were you and Toby talking about before I came in?”
“An old friend of mine.”
“What was your friends name? Can you hand me the wrench?” He said holding out a hand. I gave the wrench.
“His name was Steve Corbin.” I said then heard something fall. “You okay?”
“Uh…yeah. I’m fine.” Ben said reappearing from behind the synthesizer holding a hand and sucking a finger. “Davey, I just thought of something, I never asked you your real name. I mean almost the whole band is just nicknames. Toby’s real name is Timothy, Brad’s real name is William, and Rachel’s real name is Mariana. What’s your real name?”
“My real name is Dorian David Tyler.” I said embarrassed that my name was so…I guess white?
“Dorian, I like that name. It’s the main character of my favorite book.”
“The Picture of Dorian Grey?”
“Yeah.”
“My friend Steve liked that book too. He told me he liked it only because it was my name, and he wished that he too could live forever ad stay young forever, but with me of course. He wanted us to be together always.”
“Sounds kind of like a boyfriend.” Ben said smiling.
“Like I told Toby, I’m not sure what we were to each other. All I know is that I miss him, too much. I became very depressed when he left. I tried to commit suicide two years after he left. It is still hard to cope without him near me.”
“He must have been very important to you.”
“He was. He was virtually everything to me. I’ve known him since we were infants. I grew up with him. I was his only friend. No one liked him, but I never understood why. He was nice, creative, and not to sound weird, but he was very beautiful for a guy. He was so smart. Sure he was gloomy sometimes, but I always got him to smile and laugh. I knew how important I was to him, so I was always loyal to him. Any friends I had, I gladly pushed aside for him. He always came first for me.”
“That’s so cute.”
“Yeah. I think his mother wanted us together. She would try and make us hang out all the time. Always wanted me to spend the night. My father hated the idea though, he kept saying stuff like ‘I don’t want a fag for a son’ or ‘If I ever find out you’re boning or being boned by a guy, you’re dead.’”
“Very loving.” Ben said sarcastically, he never liked my dad, because my dad automatically began acting like a jerk toward him. Ben finished setting up the synthesizer.
“Yeah. You know what? This is the first time I ever told anyone about Steve. I’ve never felt comfortable talking about him. It actually feels nice talking about him. I always am happy thinking about him, but talking about him makes me feel so pumped up and overjoyed!” I said standing up and smiling.
“You must have really cared about him. Why did he leave?”
“His mom was killed and he had no family to got to except his father, that lived out of state. We were ten…” I trailed off.
“Sorry. I didn’t want you to get sad.” Ben said and walked up to be and put a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m still trying to get over it. Can you believe it? Seven years later and I’m still trying to get over it?”
“He was a big part of your life. It’s understandable. I bet he misses you too.”
“I hope so…Cause if he’s not, then…then maybe I shouldn’t have fought that day.”
“What day?”
“When I tried to commit suicide. When I dying in the hospital. My only thoughts were of him, and my single hope that he’s still alive, that he misses me, and that I’d see him again. So I fought for my life. I almost did die, but if he forgot about me, or…it’ll be better if I were dead.” I said, now my mind was so clouded with pain. My heart throbbing in pain. I missed him. No guessing that one. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to hold him again and see how he is. See if he’s happy, just to see him. Just once.
Then arms wrapped around me and held me tight. I didn’t want to, but I cried. Ben comforted me gently. Telling me such comforting things. I felt for the first time in long time safe. I fell asleep slowly in his arms.
***
“Davey.” someone said and I slowly opened my eyes. “It’s 9:00. I know you have to pick up your sister. Wake up.”
“Huh? Oh! Oh man! Did I doze of that long?!” I cried as a sat up and fell off the conveyer belt.
“Yeah. You should sleep more often. You’re so much cuter when you’re asleep.” Rachel giggled.
“I hope you guys didn’t do anything to me while I was asleep!”
“No. They didn’t. I wouldn’t let them.” Ben said with headphones on and synthesizing something. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. It felt like today was the first day that I had met him. He was always cool and helpful, but he was so kind to me. He listened to everything I told him. He didn’t just “uh huh” or “cool” or “that’s so interesting”. He asked questions. He listened. For the first time, I met the real Ben.
“Thanks. Well see you all later! Er...tomorrow!” I said and grabbed the keys from Toby and waved them all good bye.
I drove straight to where my sister was going to be. Sure enough my sister was playing with her friend outside with her friends mom sitting on the porch watching them and smiling.
“Hello ladies! What a lovely night don’t you think Mrs. Violet?” I said walking out of the car and greeting them all.
“Why yes, Davey. It is a lovely night.” Mrs. Violet laughed keeping up the little polite thing. She always loved to play along with my little acts.
“Hope Dana wasn’t a burden.”
“No not at all. If she or you need anything you know I’m here to help.” Mrs. Violet used to baby-sit me when I was a kid.
“Thanks again Mrs. Violet! Come on Dana!” I said calling to them.
“Bye Mrs. Violet! Bye Sherry!” I said to my sister’s little friend, who I knew had a crush on me. Kids make it so obvious. She giggled and rushed to her mother’s side. “So how was it in Pleasantville?” I asked my sister.
“We had fun. Mrs. Violet made a delicious soufflé!” she said smiling.
“Good.” I said nodding. I was always happy when my sister was. It made things nicer between us, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get happy. My mind kept wandering off to Steve. I was so glad I told someone. I know I sort of told Toby about him, but not as much as I told Ben. Man, Ben was such a life-saver today. Maybe I’ll make him my permanent counselor or something?
***
“Hey Davey,” called a voice, I think I can recognize from anywhere.
“Yeah Ben?” I said turning around smiling.
“Can I talk to you? It’s really important.” he said with a desperate and distressed look in his eyes.
“Of course, you listened to me.” I said with assuring eyes, well as assuring as I think I could get them. He smiled and grabbed my arm and led me to the main science lab. Which for some reason is always vacant, even when school is going on.
“So what’s the problem?” I asked casually sitting in a chair and leaning back looking at him pace back and fourth, obviously thinking about whatever’s going through his head.
“Well…you know…it’s…I trust you. I know and am sure you would never do anything to break that trust.” he said looking at me seriously and pleading.
“Of course Ben, I cried in front of you, and I cried hard, I doubt many guys will break down like that in front of just anyone. Of course you can trust me.” I said and got up and patted him on the back. He just looked up at me his eyes so full of emotion, it was hard to sort them out
They still took him. The men in the suits. I felt so terrible. He didn’t know anyone where he was going. We were only ten. His mom was dead, his dad was somewhere else. He had to leave. I wish he didn’t have to. He needed me. He cried as he was dragged off into a gray car. He called me, begged me to keep him, to take him.
A while after he left there was a plane crash, it was the plane he was going to take. It exploded before it landed. Fifty-seven people died. No one could figure out the cause of the crash, but they still found a way to take him away from me. He was so sad. So torn. He needed me. I was the only one who cared about him. I was the only one who understood him. His dad knows nothing about him. He abandoned him, but the men in the suits still took him away from me.
He kept calling me. I still heard him in my mind. When they took him away from me. My father hit me for letting him kiss me. I did the right thing by letting him, I know I did right. He needed me. He was hurt inside. He needed me to be a friend. He needed to know someone cared about him. So I let him. If I didn’t he might hurt himself, he might be gone forever, but he’s still gone. The men in the suits took him way from me. He needs me.
***
“Davey!!” called a voice. I thought it was just my dream. Of course, I’m not that fortunate.
“What!” I yelled with my blankets over my head and my face buried in my pillow.
“Get your lazy butt out of bed! Mom says you’re taking me to school today!” it was my little sister Dana. She’s ok for a kid. She has the attitude of a teenager, and she’s just seven. You gotta love the youth of today. So mature. I blame parents! Video games, television, and music have nothing to do with it. My little sister doesn’t play video games, she only watches Disney cartoons, and listens only to Mozart. What’s left, parents. I rarely even speak to my sister, so I can’t be blamed. So yeah, parents are to blame.
I sat up grabbed whatever pant looked at least decent. Which was black, long, baggy, and had enough chains to tie down three tigers. I then grabbed a T-shirt, that ironically enough said “Blame my Parents”. I looked in the mirror. My hair was satisfactorily messy enough. Black long spiky hair darting everywhere. I’m trying to brake the record of unbrushed hair. It pisses the preps off. So far I’ve gone one year, five months, two weeks, four days, four hours, eight minutes, and…thirteen second. Yeah, I’m very exact. I grabbed my black combat boots, put them on. Grabbed my backpack and keys and went to the kitchen. Where I saw my oh so sweet sister sitting in front of the T.V. with a bowl of sugar-free cereal watching “Bear in the Big Blue House”. I went into the kitchen and warmed up some left over pizza. We always have left over pizza. Mostly because I’m too lazy to cook and I’m always forced to cook, mom and dad always go out. It’s funny because I still rarely talk to my little sister. At least you can’t say we don’t get along. I can cook I just don’t.
After finishing my “healthy” breakfast. I grabbed my stuff.
“Come on runt.” I called from the door.
“Ok.” she picked up after herself and followed me out. She goes to some expensive academy thing for gifted youths. I always feel awkward there because I keep having this thought in that all the five year olds there will always be smarter than me. It’s creepy.
“Hey runt, don’t forget that mom and dad aren’t gonna be home today and Toby and me are going to pick up Brad so we can practice for tomorrow’s gig. So remember to ask one of your friends if you can go to their house today, to I don’t know create a new source of fuel or find a new renewable energy source, ok?” I told her.
“Till what time?”
“Probably till,9:30. I’ll pick you up right after, unless something comes up. If I’m not there for you by 11:50, start worrying. Call the cops.” I told her seriously.
“Ok.” she nodded. She knew I wasn’t kidding about that. Never once had I ever been late picking her up for anything. Seriously. It didn’t matter how late, how early, how hot, how cold, how wind, rainy or dusty. I have never left my little sister waiting and worrying, but just out of habit, I remind her to call the cops if I’m more than an hour late. “What time should mom and dad be home?”
“They said around 2:00. Alright better take off before I get to school tardy, later runt, love ya’.” I said and left. No I don’t care if people see how much I love my little sister. I’d do anything to protect that pain in the butt that shares my last name!
When I got to school the “stalker” and my friends were waiting for me. The “stalker” is some weird chick none of us like that stalks me. Her name’s Diana. She’s creepy. She where’s a lot of colors that I pretty much loath. Like pink, lavender, and baby blue. They’re too happy. I prefer red, green, black, blue, and gray. Nice solid emotional colors. Not just happy. They have more than one emotion. They have many meanings, whereas her colors are just happy. Did I mention she stalks me?
“Hey Davey! What are you planning for us to do for lunch?” Diana said waving at me.
“Brad and I were planning on staying as far away form you as humanly possible, but Toby’s free! Stay with him!” I said.
“No,” she said pouting. “He’s smelly and I want to be with you!”
“Well I don’t and he does not smell!” I told her. “He’s just unusually odored.”
“Yeah! Wait.” Toby paused.
“Look. Diana we don’t like you just leave.” Brad said pulling his very long hair out of his eyes.
“That’s not true! Davey likes me! Don’t you Davey?” she said trying to look cute. Which just made her look very slutty.
“No.” I said point black.
“Stop lying Davey! I know you like me.” she said still pouting.
“No I don’t.” how many times I have told her this and it still hasn’t gone through her bleach blonde head.
“Davey! Stop lying just cause your friends are here! Say the truth!” she said still trying to be cute.
“Ok, you’re scary, you stalk me, you’re scary, you scare the hell out of my little sister, you’re annoying, I can’t stand you or you’re Telletubbies meets Sailor Moon style and you scare the hell out of me. Oh, and I’ve never liked you.” I’m not being mean, I’m just being honest.
“You’re so mean!” she said and walked off.
“How long do you think she’ll last this time?” Toby said.
“I give her till tomorrow morning.” Brad said.
“How many times do I have to tell her that till it sinks in?” I asked.
“Dunno, don’t care as long as she gets the message eventually.” Toby said. Then the bell rang.
The day transpired as it usually does. Brad, Toby, and I piss of our morning teacher’s and praise our afternoon teachers. The morning teachers are P.E., Chemistry, Japanese, and English. They always hate us. Why is beyond me, wait I know. P.E. we do absolutely nothing. Chemistry we make things go boom. In English we always correct our, straight from some unknown country, teacher. Our Japanese teacher, who’s Japanese, we also always correct. I mean how can you mix up “aishiteru” and “koibito”, seriously. Aishiteru means “I love you” and koibito means “lover”, huge difference. Yeah, they hate us. Our afternoon classes on the other hand are Geometry, Guitar, World History, French. Our Geometry teacher spoils us and gives us candy, and extra points for helping her clean. She’s very old. It’s sad because she’s old, so we help her, she says we remind her of her sons, she’s so nice. Our guitar teacher is an ex-hippie. So he’s been drugged up, held up, and messed up. He’s pretty cool. Our World History teacher’s awesome, he always screws the curriculum and teaches us about cool countries, not some stupid country we’ve never heard of, I mean where the hell is Scheck Slovakia? And our French teacher is awesome! She will speak French the whole class period and confuse the hell out of most the class, except us because we’re inhumanly intelligent. It will be like: “Ca va? Quil est la date?” and she’ll keep it up the whole class. She’s so cruel! We call her “big sister”. She calls us ‘renards du mort’, or ‘foxes of death’. Meaning we’re cunning and deadly. Sweet, huh?
Anyway after our awesome day, we all packed up in my car, cause the other lazy asses don’t have one, and took off to Brad’s to drop him off at his place, so he could get our instruments tuned and ready, while Toby and I secured our practice place, which was a abandoned factory. An old friend and I had found it years ago. It used to be his and mine club house. Now it’s our practice studio.
“Davey! Davey!” Toby yelled and waved a hand in front of my face.
“Huh? Wha?” I sputtered snapping out of my trance.
“Dude you spaced out so bad that that box of hammers fell on your foot and you didn’t feel it!” Toby said pointing at the box that clearly had fallen on my foot.
“Ahh!” I cried and fell backwards and rubbed my now throbbing foot.
“What could you have possibly been thinking of that you didn’t feel that?!” Toby asked concerned.
“I was thinking about an old friend. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately.” I said a little distant.
“What? Was he like your boyfriend or something? Cause I have never seen anyone daze off that seriously. Unless they were thinking about a love or something like that.”
“Honestly I’m not sure what he was to me.”
“Whatever he was to you it was pretty important. What happened to him?”
“His mom was killed and he was forced to leave town because his only living relative lived in another state.”
“That sucks.”
“Who sucks? Cause if you’re talking about me I do not suck.” said a voice that sounded cocky and European, but Toby and I know better than to think this voice belonged to someone cocky or someone from Europe.
“Hey Ben!” Toby said waving at the American Eagle looking model walking toward us. Yeah he’s not cocky, he’s just a pretty boy lucky enough to have a cool accent is also the synthesizer of our band.
“So what’s up? Where’s everyone?” Ben said picking up the heavy box of hammers easily. He picked up the HEAVY box of hammers with ease. He makes guys that aren’t very strong feel like walking sticks that might break if they picked up paper. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but with his model thing he’s got going on it happens.
“Well we’re or Toby’s gonna pick Brad up and we have to wait for Rachel and Brandon.” I said looking at my watch. Rachel was our keyboardist, she does all sorts of cool things with the keyboard, she can make Beethoven sound like rock, it’s awesome. Brandon, who we nickname Zorro cause he has that Antonio Banderas look, is our random guy. If we feel like using a viola for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a harp for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a piccolo for a song, he can play it, if we feel like using a tin whistle, flute, a harmonica, and a cello for a song, he will some how manage to play them. He has scary musical talent.
“Hey why do I have to pick up Brad?”
“Cause you’re stronger then I am, I’m too lazy to pick up the instruments, and Ben needs my help setting up the synthesizer.” I said patting Ben in the back who was shaking his head and smiling.
“That’s so mean. Lazy.” Toby grumbled and grabbed the keys from my hand and left.
“So you’re just gonna stand there and hand me things while I put the synthesizer together?” Ben smirked and looked at me.
“Yup!” I said and hopped onto a conveyer belt. Ben began setting up the synthesizer.
“So what were you and Toby talking about before I came in?”
“An old friend of mine.”
“What was your friends name? Can you hand me the wrench?” He said holding out a hand. I gave the wrench.
“His name was Steve Corbin.” I said then heard something fall. “You okay?”
“Uh…yeah. I’m fine.” Ben said reappearing from behind the synthesizer holding a hand and sucking a finger. “Davey, I just thought of something, I never asked you your real name. I mean almost the whole band is just nicknames. Toby’s real name is Timothy, Brad’s real name is William, and Rachel’s real name is Mariana. What’s your real name?”
“My real name is Dorian David Tyler.” I said embarrassed that my name was so…I guess white?
“Dorian, I like that name. It’s the main character of my favorite book.”
“The Picture of Dorian Grey?”
“Yeah.”
“My friend Steve liked that book too. He told me he liked it only because it was my name, and he wished that he too could live forever ad stay young forever, but with me of course. He wanted us to be together always.”
“Sounds kind of like a boyfriend.” Ben said smiling.
“Like I told Toby, I’m not sure what we were to each other. All I know is that I miss him, too much. I became very depressed when he left. I tried to commit suicide two years after he left. It is still hard to cope without him near me.”
“He must have been very important to you.”
“He was. He was virtually everything to me. I’ve known him since we were infants. I grew up with him. I was his only friend. No one liked him, but I never understood why. He was nice, creative, and not to sound weird, but he was very beautiful for a guy. He was so smart. Sure he was gloomy sometimes, but I always got him to smile and laugh. I knew how important I was to him, so I was always loyal to him. Any friends I had, I gladly pushed aside for him. He always came first for me.”
“That’s so cute.”
“Yeah. I think his mother wanted us together. She would try and make us hang out all the time. Always wanted me to spend the night. My father hated the idea though, he kept saying stuff like ‘I don’t want a fag for a son’ or ‘If I ever find out you’re boning or being boned by a guy, you’re dead.’”
“Very loving.” Ben said sarcastically, he never liked my dad, because my dad automatically began acting like a jerk toward him. Ben finished setting up the synthesizer.
“Yeah. You know what? This is the first time I ever told anyone about Steve. I’ve never felt comfortable talking about him. It actually feels nice talking about him. I always am happy thinking about him, but talking about him makes me feel so pumped up and overjoyed!” I said standing up and smiling.
“You must have really cared about him. Why did he leave?”
“His mom was killed and he had no family to got to except his father, that lived out of state. We were ten…” I trailed off.
“Sorry. I didn’t want you to get sad.” Ben said and walked up to be and put a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m still trying to get over it. Can you believe it? Seven years later and I’m still trying to get over it?”
“He was a big part of your life. It’s understandable. I bet he misses you too.”
“I hope so…Cause if he’s not, then…then maybe I shouldn’t have fought that day.”
“What day?”
“When I tried to commit suicide. When I dying in the hospital. My only thoughts were of him, and my single hope that he’s still alive, that he misses me, and that I’d see him again. So I fought for my life. I almost did die, but if he forgot about me, or…it’ll be better if I were dead.” I said, now my mind was so clouded with pain. My heart throbbing in pain. I missed him. No guessing that one. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to hold him again and see how he is. See if he’s happy, just to see him. Just once.
Then arms wrapped around me and held me tight. I didn’t want to, but I cried. Ben comforted me gently. Telling me such comforting things. I felt for the first time in long time safe. I fell asleep slowly in his arms.
***
“Davey.” someone said and I slowly opened my eyes. “It’s 9:00. I know you have to pick up your sister. Wake up.”
“Huh? Oh! Oh man! Did I doze of that long?!” I cried as a sat up and fell off the conveyer belt.
“Yeah. You should sleep more often. You’re so much cuter when you’re asleep.” Rachel giggled.
“I hope you guys didn’t do anything to me while I was asleep!”
“No. They didn’t. I wouldn’t let them.” Ben said with headphones on and synthesizing something. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. It felt like today was the first day that I had met him. He was always cool and helpful, but he was so kind to me. He listened to everything I told him. He didn’t just “uh huh” or “cool” or “that’s so interesting”. He asked questions. He listened. For the first time, I met the real Ben.
“Thanks. Well see you all later! Er...tomorrow!” I said and grabbed the keys from Toby and waved them all good bye.
I drove straight to where my sister was going to be. Sure enough my sister was playing with her friend outside with her friends mom sitting on the porch watching them and smiling.
“Hello ladies! What a lovely night don’t you think Mrs. Violet?” I said walking out of the car and greeting them all.
“Why yes, Davey. It is a lovely night.” Mrs. Violet laughed keeping up the little polite thing. She always loved to play along with my little acts.
“Hope Dana wasn’t a burden.”
“No not at all. If she or you need anything you know I’m here to help.” Mrs. Violet used to baby-sit me when I was a kid.
“Thanks again Mrs. Violet! Come on Dana!” I said calling to them.
“Bye Mrs. Violet! Bye Sherry!” I said to my sister’s little friend, who I knew had a crush on me. Kids make it so obvious. She giggled and rushed to her mother’s side. “So how was it in Pleasantville?” I asked my sister.
“We had fun. Mrs. Violet made a delicious soufflé!” she said smiling.
“Good.” I said nodding. I was always happy when my sister was. It made things nicer between us, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get happy. My mind kept wandering off to Steve. I was so glad I told someone. I know I sort of told Toby about him, but not as much as I told Ben. Man, Ben was such a life-saver today. Maybe I’ll make him my permanent counselor or something?
***
“Hey Davey,” called a voice, I think I can recognize from anywhere.
“Yeah Ben?” I said turning around smiling.
“Can I talk to you? It’s really important.” he said with a desperate and distressed look in his eyes.
“Of course, you listened to me.” I said with assuring eyes, well as assuring as I think I could get them. He smiled and grabbed my arm and led me to the main science lab. Which for some reason is always vacant, even when school is going on.
“So what’s the problem?” I asked casually sitting in a chair and leaning back looking at him pace back and fourth, obviously thinking about whatever’s going through his head.
“Well…you know…it’s…I trust you. I know and am sure you would never do anything to break that trust.” he said looking at me seriously and pleading.
“Of course Ben, I cried in front of you, and I cried hard, I doubt many guys will break down like that in front of just anyone. Of course you can trust me.” I said and got up and patted him on the back. He just looked up at me his eyes so full of emotion, it was hard to sort them out