Together as one

Born villian

Brian's POV:

****Bell rings****

"Oh thank fuck" I whisper to myself. I check the clock. YASSS lunchtime! Time to ditch. I grab my stuff and wander out of the classroom before being stopped by a voice "Brian Warner! Could you come here please" Goddamn it!! I spun back around and wandered to the teachers desk. "Yes?" I ask very impatiently. What has she got under her sleeve this time aye? She scanned through some papers. "It seems you have been drifting off in class Mr Warner." She spoke. "Uhh yeah so?"
"Your grades are getting low"
"When are they not!" I roll my eyes
"Mr Warner, might I add, you might want to pay more attention in class"
I was seriously getting impatient and I was to the point of slapping her across the head. "You guys are gonna give me low grades anyway so what's the point?! If anything I'm learning by not even listening to you!" I snapped
"Excuse me Mr. Warner? You will be given detention if you keep up with this-" "Yeah yeah, you will give me detention . What's FUCKING NEW?!" I stormed out of the classroom, followed by my teachers yelling from the door. I ran off. I couldn't be bothered. Fuck! Where was pogo. Oh wait nevermind there he is! "POGO YOU BITCH GET YO ASS HERE!" I stomped and smiled. He ran over. "Cmon lets get out of this shit hole Marilyn!" We ran out of the halls with our stuff and laughed as we went along. I loved ditching with pogo. He was great to ditch with. He wouldn't give a fuck if I just randomly turned around and said 'let's ditch, your coming with me'. He's just that sort of person. We stopped, panting and out of breath and decided to sit on a bench near an alley. We were talking for a bit. "Thanks for ditching with me Pogo, it's great fun!" I said. "Yeah anytime. OH! By the way, you know that girl that-" I cut him off "Shhh" he looked at me confused but I stared ahead. "Don't shhhh me Brian-" "No I mean it. Shut up!" "What?! Only cause-" "POGO!! Shut the fuck up and listen!" He was quiet after that. I could hear something, someone in fact! I stood up and motioned for pogo to stay there. I followed the sound that lead me into the alleyway. I could hear sobbing and crying. I finally saw a black ball curled up on the hard ground with sobs coming from them. I sighed and got on my knees. "Hey dude you okay?" I wouldn't really help strangers but this guy sounded upset. "Brian?" I heard him whisper. How did he know my name? "What? How do you know my name?" I was confused. The figure sat up and grabbed my hand. What the? I stared at his clothes. A pink dress and fishnets. I looked back up and grabbed both his arms "Oh my god! Jeordie?" He sniffed. "Holy shit. POGO! ILL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!" I yelled. I pulled Jeordie into a hug and he hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. "Cmon lets go." I went to pick him up but as soon as I grabbed him he shrieked. Oh god! No no NO!! "He didn't." He nodded. Holy fucking shit. He's gonna get it. "Cmon Jeordie, I'll be careful." He nodded once again and he lifted up his arms like a child. God he's so cute! I picked him up gently and I could hear him wince. "Hey hey it's okay now" I cooed to him. He slowly relaxed and I carried him out into the daylight. It took us a while to walk back to my place, but we got there. I wandered up to my room with Pogo following behind and with Jeordie still in my arms. I was weak and sore, but I wasn't just going to drop him and tell him to walk by himself. Because I knew he was hurt. I carefully placed Jeordie on my bed and stood up with my arms empty. They felt all floppy and light. I sat down. "Pogo, could you give us a minute please?" "Yeah sure Brian." He walked out and closed the door quietly behind him. I stood up and towered over Jeordie, who looked very uncomfortable on my bed. He looked at me with tears threatening to spill over any second. I stared at him. He was bruised and scratched, all along his arms and a few on his face. I felt all the anger rush from my body and instead it was replaced by sadness and sorrow. I felt so bad for him. Jeordie didn't deserve this. He was so small. He's so gentle. I sat down on the bed and looked at him. "Jeordie, I'm going to clean you up, you look like shit!" I laughed, tried to make him laugh too. But all I got was a smile. Well at least he didn't take it seriously. I leaned over to my beside table and opened a draw to grab my first aid kit. I always keep it in there, just in case. I unzipped the little bag and a condom fell out. I felt my cheeks flush red. I turned to him and he cracked another one of those smiles. "Ahhaha! I don't think we will be needing those just yet Jeordie, be patient." I shook my head and chuckled lightly. I grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a few cotton balls and bandages. I looked at him. "I need to take off your dress and what not." He squirmed a little. I knew he was self conscious. I rested a hand on his. "I'm not going to hurt you or touch you in places that doesn't need to be okay? You can trust me." I gave him a sympathetic smile. He took a second to think and eventually he nodded. The poor little thing. I slowly and carefully pulled off his dress and my eyes widened at what I saw. Bruises. Everywhere! Some were a fading blue and some were fresh and vivid while others were just beginning to develop. Scratches and scars were placed along his hips and thighs. They looked fresh, and painful. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I blinked them away. No Brian. Not yet. I just kept staring at them. Who could do something like this. Better still, why would someone do this full stop?! It makes me angry. I looked up to Jeordie. "I'm sorry if this hurts, I'll try to be careful" he nodded. I tipped some alcohol onto the cotton ball and I dabbed it along some fresh bruises and scratches. He winced, but nothing more. I bandaged him up. Legs, torso, and his arms. I then taped them with a few heart shaped plasters. When I was done I gave him a t shirt and boxers to wear over his tights. The T shirt was really big on him, but he didn't seem to care. Just then Pogo came through the door with a small tray. He placed it on the bedside desk. I got up and looked at what it was. There were some really badly made sandwiches and three glasses of apple juice. But I didn't mind. I knew pogo tried his best. I smiled as if to say 'Thankyou!' "Are you hungry Jeordie?" I asked him. He shook his head but his stomach grumbled. "Haha! Yep" I picked up a peanut butter sandwich and handed it to Jeordie, but he shook his head. "Cmon you need to eat, your thin and you're hungry." He shook his head again. "Jeordie, cmon. Do it for me." He didn't move so I sat beside him and put it in his empty hand. He finally took a bite and as soon as he realised that he was hungry, he ate the whole tray of sandwiches. He looked pretty pleased too! I sat beside pogo. "Thanks" I said "he really needed that. "No problem!"

**Evening**

"Are you still hungry Jeordie?" He shook his head. I believed him this time. "Okay." He pulled the sheets over his shoulders and stared at the ceiling. I literally couldn't be bothered getting changed or anything. So I just stripped down into my boxes and snuggled into bed with Jeordie. Pogo decided he would crash on the couch with one of my blankets and a pillow. He was already asleep though. I felt Jeordie cuddle up to me, so I gently put my arm around him and pulled him in closer. He seemed to enjoy it because next thing I know, his head is upon my chest and he's softly snoring. I stoked his dreads. He looked so troubled. Yet so peaceful. He always looks peaceful when he sleeps. But everything that had been happening to him lately had really hurt him. He does everything he can to stay out of people's way and to never disappoint them. Yet all he gets in return is a big load of bullshit and abuse. It makes me sick how there are people out there who enjoy it. It disgusts me. With all my thoughts rushing through my head, I finally fell asleep.

Jeordie's POV:

I pretended to be asleep so I could think. I could hear Brian snoring and Pogo was too. I never want to go back to my father. Never! All he did was hurt me. He never once said I love you. And that hurt me more than physical abuse. I love Brian. I know he's here for me, and I'm grateful that he's here with me.  I don't think I'm going to go to school tomorrow either. I'll tell Brian. I really appreciate Pogo as well. He is a little hardcore but he's also one of the guys that are there for me. I wonder how Zim's doing actually. It feels like forever since I've seen him. I wonder what we're going to do tomorrow? I know I will feel much better tomorrow. I listened to Brian's breathing and I focused on just being here with him, laying on his chest, warm and comfortable. And once again, I fell asleep happy and with no worries at all.

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