Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Crowbar ❯ 3. Confession ( Chapter 3 )

I signaled Chaz to be quiet as I lead him up into my house, raising my finger to my lips and silently shushing him. I obviously got the picture and nodded. I wasn't sure if Uncle Blake was still awake or not, but either way it would've been all together better if he didn't hear me come home. If he found out I'd brought home a stray we'd both end up spending the night either on the back porch, or at Chaz's house.

 

I could hear the sound from the television as I crept toward the living room. I couldn't see his face as I saw that Uncle Blake was sitting in his recliner chair watching some sports show. I could hear him snoring though, and figured as long as neither of us did anything stupid or loud, we'd pull it off easily. I signaled him to follow me and reminded him to be quiet as I crept toward the stairs, past the doorway into the living room. I couldn't even hear Chaz coming up behind me, which was a good thing. By the time I got up to my room, I turned to see that he was right behind me.

 

“All right,” I said. “Go in here, and keep the door shut, I'm gonna go get some blankets for you from the closet, don't touch anything!” I made the last part extremely clear. He nodded and opened my room door, creeping inside and shutting the door behind him.

 

I tip-toed down the hall way and back down the stairs, I'd snuck around that house so many times that I knew which doors squeaked, which boards were loose, and practically had every tactic of keeping quiet. I hadn't made a sound, but when I crept past the living room, and looked in, Uncle Blake wasn't in his chair.

 

“What are you doin' here?” I turned in alert to the sound of a tired angry voice. “Who's that ugly fucked up albino kid, what's he doing in my house?” Blake demanded. I assumed he meant Chaz's very light blond hair when he used the word albino.

 

“He's my friend, he doesn't have any place to stay, it's just for one night, I swear,” I said in a tone that made me sound so weak compared to him, I'd done it on purpose because I knew he liked it. He liked to feel superior over me, even though I easily looked at him as dirt when I had the heart to do so.

 

“Fine,” Blake let out a loud burp. “But keep him out of my sight or I'll strangle `im,” He grumbled to himself and headed into the kitchen. It was so strange, he usually asked me a shit load of questions and I had to argue with him, get whacked a couple of times just to get him to say yes to any question I asked him. But I wasn't about to question my fortunes and hurried to pull the blankets down from the closet.

 

When I opened my room door I dropped everything immediately, staring at the scene before me. Chaz was sitting on my bed with my portfolio in hand, looking at my pictures! Didn't I tell him not to touch anything? I could've killed him. And the way he looked at me and smirked as I stomped over to the side of the bed didn't help.

 

“Get off!” I ordered, snatching the papers from him, I noticed that the one on top that he'd been looking at was the one I'd drawn while Allison modeled in her swimming gear. I was glad that the coach made them wear one-pieces at the moment, because had she been in something else Chaz probably would have seen me as a pervert.

 

“You're really good,” He said, rolling off the bed and crashing onto the floor. He then hugged my legs and nuzzled his head into my pants, eyes closed. “I'm tired,” He yawned. I just looked at him, the way he was curled up around my feet reminded me of a kitten, and he looked so cute. I snarled at my own thoughts and chased them out of my head, normally thoughts like that didn't bother me because I knew I was completely straight, but at the moment I was just pissed.

 

“Let go!” I kicked his stomach and stumbled out of his hold, falling backwards only to catch myself on my desk chair. He was gagging with his arms wrapped around his stomach, coughing, and I didn't care. I trudged over to the door, picked up his blankets and threw them on top of him.

 

“There, now go to sleep,” I then flipped off the lights and threw myself onto my bed.

 

“I don't want to sleep down here!” He whined.

 

“Shut up,” I groaned and rolled over, shoving my head into the pillow and hugging it. I could imagine an adorable pouting look on his face as I drifted off to sleep.

 

--

 

I woke up the next morning when the god damned sun moved to the perfect position in the sky so that it shined right in my eyes. I saw the light through my eyelids and groaned, throwing the blankets over my head, my arm brushing something warm and… hairy? My eyes popped open immediately and I threw the blanket back off me. My eyes narrowed as the removing of my own covers revealed a near clotheless form beside me. It shifted and seemed to shiver, rolling over and snuggling against my waist, likely for warmth. My jaw dropped and I just froze, here was this mostly naked guy who looked like a girl had it not been for the lack of breasts, clinging to my waist. I blame my dumbstruck moment on his feminine form, had it not been for that I would have freaked out sooner.

 

His eyes fluttered open, and it wasn't until he first examined his situation, and then looked up at my questioningly, then I freaked out.

 

“What the…!” Before I got the rest out I was unexpectedly pushed out of the bed. I fell straight on my ass and could've sworn I heard my bone crack, I groaned.

 

“`Tay ou me beh,” There was a mumble from back on the bed. It took me a while to figure it as `stay out of my bed', but when I did I was even more pissed.

 

“Your bed!” I launched to my feet, arms flailing, ignoring the pain in my ass. I was about to start yelling even more but then I saw Chaz smiling and I knew he was just fucking with me again.

 

“Aright, get the fuck out of my house,” I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him out of the bed. His eyes widened in alarm and he `eeped' in alert as he was pulled off, taking my blanket with him. For the most part, I ignored this display and simply continued to drag him toward the door.

 

“Jayce!” Chaz struggled in my grasp. “Jayce, dude, come on!” I heard kicking on the wooden floor and ignored it. “There's stairs out there!” He cried.

 

“Exactly,” I mumbled as I pulled him out of my room.

 

“My underwear's falling off,” He wined as he was pulled down the hall, I looked back to see him trying to hold up a pair of ridiculously short dark green boxers. I snorted and just continued to drag him, secretly hoping he'd be able to keep them on so I wouldn't have to see his… parts.

 

I was right at the edge of the stairs when the wrist in my grasp yanked away from me and I realized I'd turned my attention from it for to long. When I turned around Chaz was on his feet, straightening his boxers and looking at me like he's going to maul me.

 

And let me tell you, Chaz's expressions don't lie, he absolutely mauled me. Luckily he had enough sense to not push me down the stairs, in which case I could have just pulled him with me. Instead he tackled me down and pinned me to the floor so that my head and neck were hovering over the first stair.

 

“That was not nice,” The mostly naked boy on top of me said.

 

“Neither was kicking me out of my own bed,” I spat, literally, I spat on him.

 

He snarled and wiped his face on his shoulder.

 

“That was a joke,” He said plainly.

 

“So was that,” I mocked, referring of course to me nearly dragging him down the stairs. “Besides, you weren't supposed to be in my bed in the first place. Especially without any clothes on, what the hell?” I scoffed again at his bare skin. I made short note that there was absolutely no hair on his legs. The fag shaves.

 

“You wish I were a fag,” Chaz growled. It took me a moment to realize that I said that last part out loud. Whoops. “Anyway, your floor is wooden, you couldn't have expected me to sleep there, and I always sleep in this,” He seemed to say the last part with pride, what an ass.

 

“Well how about you get off me,” I said, shifting uncomfortably beneath him.

 

“Ask nicely,” Chaz moved his face closer looking me in the eye with raised eyebrows. I growled, wanting to bite his nose off now that he was so close. I struggled a little to see if I could do it myself, but he wouldn't budge. So I gave in.

 

“Please get off of me,” I gritted my teeth between words.

 

“Of course I will, my dear, since you are so polite,” Chaz smiled like a bitch and then stood up off of me, crossing his arms and looking down at me victoriously as I got up.

 

“…And get some boxers that fit you,” I mumbled, passing him to go back to my room once on my feet.

 

“Suppose they are a bit big,” I looked back for a split second to see him still standing there with his back facing me, tugging on the side of his underwear. I made note that they were so damn short that they barely covered his well-formed ass. I mean, his ass.

 

I'd just opened my drawer to get some pants when Chaz came back into the room, scratching the back of his head.

 

“Sorry I pushed you,” He said in a small voice.

 

“Whatever,” I snorted.

 

Chaz snorted back. “Actually I'm not sorry, just wanted to see if you were dick enough to ignore my lovely apology. Don't tell me you knew it was fake, I'm too good an actor for that,” He said casually, picking up his pants.

 

“Get your fucking clothes on and get out.” I said. I looked in the mirror in front of my to see Chaz shrug before pulling is pants on. “Try to avoid my uncle,” I mumbled. “He said he'd strangle you,” With that I snatched up my comb and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

 

--

 

When I was finished showering I returned to my room to find it empty, exactly as I had left it, minus Chaz. I was a little surprised, I'd half expected him to still be there, sitting on my bed or getting into my stuff. Not that I was hoping he'd still be here, but I had just been considering and fearing the possibility.

 

I trotted down the stairs casually, looking for dead blond boys or any sign of a strangling or any of the various types of murder. I saw nothing, in fact I didn't even see Uncle Blake.

 

When I got to the front door I saw that it was open a crack and heard laughter from outside, oddly Uncle Blake's laughter. Which was a rare thing. I pushed the door open a little more and my jaw dropped at what I saw.

 

Chaz.

 

Chaz was standing in the front yard across from my uncle, smiling cockily as my uncle laughed, almost right in his face. I stood there dumbstruck, stood there as Uncle Blake patted Chaz on the shoulder and called him a `good boy.'

 

What. The. Fuck.

 

“Jeremy!” Blake hollered and my eyes snapped over to him. “Get your ass moving, the Bartons had a party last night and this shit ain't gonna pick up itself,” He pointed at all the beer cans and used napkins in our yard. The Bartons were those delusional neighbors of ours that thought our yard was a trashcan. Chaz frowned at me, almost sympathetically but then smiled when Blake turned back to him. Two-faced bitch, get out of my yard and quit sucking up to my bastard uncle.

 

I wish I could have said that out loud, but I stuck to mumbling random insults under my breath as I bent over to pick up some of the trash, tucking it under my arm.

 

“I got cable,” I overheard Blake say. “Come in and watch the game with me?” He was still laughing as he said this, and I wondered what the hell Chaz had said that was so funny and yet still acceptable to Uncle Blake. It pisses me off. Pisses me off that he can not only get my girlfriend to fall in love with him, but con my uncle to accepting him more than he accepted his own nephew.

 

“No thanks,” Chaz said, sounding genuinely disappointed, though I'm sure he wasn't. Just showing off his damn acting skills or whatever again. “I've got a date in about fifteen,” He said.

 

“Oooh,” I could just hear the grin in Blake's voice as I picked up a smashed can, snorting to myself. “Well, you have fun with that one, yeah, you do her good,” Blake laughed aloud and it started to fade. I looked back, dying to see Chaz's reaction. He was frowning at my Uncle now, looking thoroughly offended, like he wanted to say something contradictive. Blake didn't seem to notice, he just laughed his way onto the porch and threw a beer can at me. He missed by about a yard, and then slammed the door.

 

“Your uncle is an ass,” Chaz said, turning to me.

 

“Seems to like you,” I grumbled.

 

“Yeah, I don't know why, all I really said was that you didn't seem like the football type once I met you. And I called you Picasso…” He said thoughtfully. I felt my head heat up and I gritted my teeth, knowing that Blake probably took that remark as Chaz calling me feminine. Of course, that's the only way you can get on Blake's good side, insulting or making fun of me.

 

“Anyway,” Chaz sighed. “Need some help?” He asked.

 

“Go away,” I ordered, staying under my breath. Chaz didn't leave, he just made a short `wha' sound. “GO. AWAY.” I barked, dropping all the garbage I'd picked up, and letting it fall around me.

 

“All right,” Chaz was looking offended again, and I didn't give a shit. “See you later,” with that he started toward Bob's car, which was parked on the side of the street.

 

“Fuck you,” I replied lamely. Chaz ignored me, mumbling something like `Bob is going to kill me' before climbing into the drivers seat.

 

Damn I hate him.

 

--

 

I spent the rest of that day inside, not doing much of anything except moping around, digging for food when Blake wasn't around if not doing work for him. Normally I'd be walking with Ally, buying pizza with Ally, watching TV at Ally's house. But no, she's on a date with someone whose name shall not be spoken at this time. It's really sad when I realize that she's my only real source of entertainment.

 

I'm just scavenging through the fridge when a knock sounds on the front door and I groan, wondering whom the hell Blake invited over this time. I waited a bit before deciding he wasn't going to answer it so I had to. I slammed the fridge shut and trudged over to the door, yanking it open when I arrived. My eyes widened in surprise at the sight.

 

“Ally?” My lips curled into a much-needed smile of greeting and I was returned with a similar one. Then suddenly I remembered whom she was dating and frowned, looking around behind her and beside the house.

 

“Chaz isn't here,” She giggled. “I said I was going to visit you but he said he wasn't coming because he wasn't welcome in your home or whatever,” She shrugged, still smiling her perfect smile. Not perfect like Chaz's, just perfect in a good way, perfect just because it's hers.

 

“Oh,” I shrugged. Not wanting to go into the whole kicking Chaz out thing. “How was your date?” As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I shouldn't have asked. I stepped out of the way welcomingly and she came into the house.

 

“It was amazing!” She mused, I tried not to let the smile leave my face. “We had our first open mouth kiss and…” She blushed. “…It was just so great,” She bit her lip, suddenly looking shy and cute as if she'd revealed too much. She had, because I felt anger building up inside me, anger by jealousy. Ally had kissed other guys in the same fashion before, but she never spoke of it like this. Never seemed so amazed or happy about it, normally she'd rate the guy's kissing on a scale of one to ten or something. But judging by the look on her face it seemed that Chaz just might have exceeded that scale and therefore it was out of the picture.

 

She couldn't like him that much, not when she just recently met him. Not when she barely knew him, not when she'd known me for so damn long and never even took time to notice me. Not when I was in love with her. I felt ashamed, because it pained me to see her so happy, it killed me inside to know that she was love struck over someone else. Regardless of who that someone was, as long as it wasn't me, it made my chest hurt. Shouldn't her happiness make me happy? Unfortunately I can't claim it does, it just makes me mad.

 

“Chaz…”I breathed in quickly. “Chaz isn't a good guy…” I said in a small voice.

 

“What?” Ally's face fell.

 

“I just don't think you should be with him, he's not a good guy and if you start liking him a lot he might break your heart or something. I don't want to see that happen,” I sighed, making some of it up, I suppose.

 

“How do you know?” Ally snapped, her voice deepening and becoming more serious. “You just met him yesterday!”

 

“Because, I saw…” I swallowed. “He hangs out with this bunch of girls and two of them are dating and they dress like prostitutes. One of them offered to… to…” I gulped, refusing to finish. I don't think I could finish that at a time when I'm just making excused.

 

“So his friends aren't the best crowd, that doesn't define him,” She crossed her arms. “And on top of that, I don't see why two of them being gay makes any difference toward anything,” She snarled.

 

“Oh god,” I shook my head. “Please don't get into this now,” She sighed, obviously deciding to listen to me.

 

“Maybe you're right,” She said thoughtfully. “Maybe he is too good to be true but until I find out I want to keep trying. You know?” She shook her head and looked down at her feet. “I promise though,” She looked back up at me. “…I won't fall in love with him.”

 

I believed her, too, and it brought my spirits up a little more.

 

“Not until I'm sure,” She added, and I frowned again. Now I guess my only hope was that Chaz was a player and wasn't into it at all. Unfortunately somehow that didn't really seem to be the case.

 

“You want to talk in my room?” I asked, realizing that we were just standing there in the hall.

 

“Sure,” She smiled and nodded.

 

--

 

Ally and I fooled around until dark, having lazy pillow fights and teasing each other between serious talks. This is what we did, this is what we could do for hours on end, and it was at the end of these types of sessions that I felt more close to her than ever.

 

I was lying on my bed with my arms behind my head, and she was sitting on the floor, picking her nails. We were discussing past boyfriends and girlfriends and such, mostly hers. Chaz kept coming up in the conversation though. Like at one point she said `he didn't really pay attention to me, not like Chaz' and `He wasn't nearly as good a kisser as Chaz.' It made my chest hurt again.

 

By the time we fell silent there was a lump in my throat, and my eyes were just about watering. Perhaps this subject was to strong for me, perhaps my feelings for her and this conversation didn't mix well. But I had a feeling that the lump in my throat was a confession, and the water in my eyes was my reaction to her reaction to this confession.

 

“Allison,” I whispered before I knew I was speaking. I'd used her full name, which was rare and seemed to get her undivided attention. “I…” I swallowed, looking down at my feet at the foot of the bed. The damn water in my eyes built up even more and I gulped, but the lump stayed put.

 

“I really like you,”

 

I'd said it, it was too late to stop myself because it was already out and I could just feel the rejection. At least I hadn't dropped the L bomb, that would have been a mistake twice as big.

 

“What?” Ally sounded disbelieving.

 

“I like you,” I continued, avoiding eye contact. “I have for a really long time.”

 

There was a period of silence in which everything fell silent. I didn't move, just stared at my feet, and from the corner of my eye I saw Ally sitting there as if frozen. If things hadn't become so still, I think I might've cried.

 

The next thing that happened shocked me. She moved, shifted actually and that's all it took for me to turn my head in her direction. I saw her shaking her head, avoiding my eyes she stood up and walked out of the room.

 

My jaw fell open but the name was stuck on my lips, and didn't actually roll out until she was out of sight.

 

“Ally,” I whispered and stared at the doorway where she'd once been, realizing that the damn lump was still in my throat. I swallowed again and then choked, rolling over onto my side and burying my face in the pillow. I was close, but I didn't cry, I didn't allow myself to.

 

--

 

I didn't see Ally or Chaz for three days after that night. It was natural I guess, for me to not see Chaz because I never left the house and it's not like he ever had motivation to visit me. Ally however I knew was avoiding me because normally she got worried when I didn't call for just one day. But I expected that from her after what she said.

 

I wished I could have taken it back and told her I was just kidding and that none of it was true. At least then I'd still have her as a friend and I wouldn't be moping around the house like I have been for the past two and a half days. Blake even seemed to notice, for instead of the usual insults he called me a depressed idiot.

 

By the third day, I'd pretty much decided I was going to force myself over it by just telling myself to `fuck it' and realize that life sucks anyway. This didn't help much, but instead of looking sad in the mirror, I looked mad. But I saw that as some sort of an accomplishment.

 

There was a moving van parked about three houses down when I went out to get the mail. I snorted to myself and slammed the box shut, wondering who the hell would want to move here. Then again, maybe someone was moving out. The house that stood there did seem empty though, but there were never any for sale signs. When I saw an unfamiliar looking man carrying a box into the house I decided someone was moving in. Also because he looked young, and as of now I'm about the only young guy on this street.

 

I watched curiously from the side of my driveway as the van was unpacked. It was easy to tell the movers from the people that were actually moving in because the movers had uniforms. So far I'd counted two men, both about the same age, possibly brothers but then again there was little resemblance. I took a few curious steps forward, and that's when one of them noticed me.

 

“Hey there,” He waved. I waved back half-heartedly and apparently he took that as an invitation to jog over into my driveway.

 

“Hi,” He said sticking out a hand. “I'm Dennis Clover, new in town,” He smiled.

 

I continued to frown. “Jayce,” I said. He ignored my lack of enthusiasm and just kept on that possibly fake smile.

 

“Where's the grocery story around here, you know?” He asked, tilting his head.

 

“Well,” I began. “Marc's is up this road and then a few miles right, but they sell decent stuff at Ralph's which is the gas station on the corner,” I explained. He nodded acceptingly and patted my head.

 

“Thanks kid,” With that he gave me one last grin and walked coolly back to his own yard. He came up behind the other man and put an arm around his waist, kissing him on the cheek and then the ear. I scoffed to myself and went back toward my house.

 

Fags. I'm sure Uncle Blake will just love them.

 

“New gay neighbors,” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “I bet your psyched,” there was humor in the voice, obvious sarcasm and I recognized it and whipped around, unable to keep from smiling widely.

 

“Mike!” I hopped off the porch and ran over to him, throwing my arms around my cousin and squeezing him.

 

“Where the hell have you been?” I asked. “What the hell are you doing here!” I was grinning widely with every word, thankfully able to forget everything else in my life for Mike.

 

“Questions, questions,” Mike shook his head.

 

“Well, you're back early!” I punched him, stepping back a little. “Of course I have questions!”

 

You see, Mike had been serving in the army for about seven months now, and he had been planning to stay for year. In fact, I believe he told me he had to stay for a year and they wouldn't let him go home until said year was over. I wasn't expecting him for another five months, so you can imagine how happy I am to see him.

 

“Indeed I am,” He smiled. “And you, my lovely cousin, are going to let me spend the night. Seeing as since my dad dropped me off here, and I just walked about three damn miles, I'm not walking anymore,” He patted my shoulder and pulled me against him playfully as he walked me toward the house. I was grinning the whole way.

 

“So,” I said once Mike was seated at the table and I'd begun pouring him some water. Unfortunately it was all we had. “Why exactly are you back so early?” I asked.

 

“I was…” Mike paused, tapping his fingers on the table. “Dishonorably discharged,” He said bitterly.

 

“Discharged,” I snorted. “What the hell for?”

 

“Doesn't matter,” Mike shrugged. “I'm not in the service anymore and to be honest I'm damn glad. Stuff's bull shit anyway,” He took a drink of the water, averting his eyes from mine far too noticeably.

 

“Come on, what the hell did you do? Run away?” I asked.

 

“No,” He nodded. “Didn't do anything,”

 

“Well then what the hell!” I pounded the table. “Tell me, Mike!” I pouted, but he was still avoiding my eyes.

 

“The US army just doesn't allow me to serve,” He shrugged. My eyebrow furrowed and I just leaned back in my chair, completely confused.

 

“But they let you in at first, right?” I tilted my head.

 

“Didn't know then,” He shrugged again.

 

“Didn't know what?” I questioned, becoming more and more clueless by the moment.

 

“Oh for fuck's sake, Jayce,” Mike rolled his eyes. “I'm gay!”

 

My expression fell and my jaw dropped in pure horror.

 

Bull shit.

 

A/n- HEEHEE. Figured Mike needed to finally be introduced soon :P… originally he was just going to be Jayce's friend but I figured a cousin is more likely to come home from the army and spend the night at your house than a friend. So yeah. There will be more on him in the next chapter, he plays a pretty big part in the first half of the story.

 

Oh yeah, and by the way, I actually updated! Aren't you all just so proud of that amazingness? I was reading this and I just thought it was actually not half bad… so I figured I'd continue it seeing as I'm on a horrible BLOCK when it comes to writing anything else. >>. Anyway, reviews are love.

 

Also, please excuse the poor quality of the first two chapters and possibly the fact that the style doesn't match this one's. I wrote the first two sometime in the beginning of last year so I wasn't as… experienced :P. However unlike most of the stories I wrote at the time I think that this one is at least half presentable, so here she is. Hope you enjoy.