He Left Sparkles in his Wake

Treat Yo Self

Richard awoke with a start just before his body fell off of the couch. He looked around franticly until he remembered that he was in Jared's room. Sleeping on Jared's couch. With Jared in the room. They had watched an anime about an angle who performed tasks for her owner in order to obtain his mind in death. It was really good! Richard pulled a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket and quickly wrote Jare Bear a thank you note. It took a surprising amount of will power not to write: Have a good day~ Love you.

"Get your head out of the clouds!" Richard hissed at himself quietly. He left the note on the couch and silently slipped out of the room. He felt bad for leaving Jared like this, but he didn't want to be any more of a burden then he already was. He quickly went to his room wrote a poem down on his nicest stationary; it was unlined paper. Feeling proud of himself, Richard began changing into his spare uniform. His eyes fell on his reflection. His unbuttoned shirt revealed horrors to him. His chest, usually a paler shade than his arms or face, appeared pallor against the sporadic splotches of fuchsia and royal blue bruises. "They...they really did a number on me..." he said to himself quietly. He finished changing and covered his forearms and split lip with makeup to conceal them. And it stung like the dickens. Breathing through his teeth, he grabbed his poem and everything needed for school and headed off. Instead of going to his class, he walked into Cake's classroom, or old classroom, and set the poem on the desk in front of where hers was. The little moose on the front would hopefully clarify that it was for a particular stoic male. "Roses are red, violets are blue, Jimmy is FINE and single, just hoping you knew! From, your friendly neighborhood Cupid~" Richard recited to himself. Wingman Jimmy, more like Wingman Richard. He walked to his class and was surprised to see Professor Wecht already there. The teacher looked at Richard as he walked in and set his books down.

"You are to go to the nurse's office. I doubt you will be in class today after what happened, so here is your assignment. I will not count you absent, Mr. Jones. I...I'm sorry that this is how you have been treated at Asagao." The older man stated with little visual emotion as he handed the gay boy a paper. Richard wined internally and nodded.

"Thank you professor." He stated and picked up his books again. He left the room and walked down the hall before groaning in annoyance. Who had told Mr. Wecht? He marched to the nurse's office and knocked.

"Come in, Mr. Jones." The voice on the other side of the door called. Richard managed to open the door despite his full hands and entered. A man in a lab coat and a mask on his head greeted him. "You can call me Creeps McPasta. Or Creeps for short. So, the staff have been informed that you were harassed and beaten by other Asagao students. Is this true?" He asked and guided Richard further into the room. Richard placed his books down and nodded.

"Y-yes sir." He stated quietly. Creeps tisked.

"Unbutton your shirt please. I want to see the damage and send you back to recover as soon as possible." He ordered and sat down in a swiveling chair while writing up a report. Richard did as he was told. Another set of tisks. "I've seen enough. Let me get you some pain killers and you can go back to Bluebell. I'll write a note for your teacher." He stated with disappointment. Creeps gave Richard some medication and the smol gay gathered his things.

"Thank you Creeps." Richard softly called as he left. He managed to get back to Bluebell just as everyone was begging to go to class. He set his books down on his bed and completed his homework in no time. "Shower time! Then meds." He cheered and snagged his phone. Richard always sang in the shower; it was like a ritual to him. He skipped to the bathroom and stared at his face in the mirror with a grin. Quotes from somewhere within him that he didn't remember where he had heard them bounced around his head. "I look like a baked potato. I look like porridge with legs. Yeah you know what? I am a strong, independent, woman!" He quoted with a smile as he made various movements and messed with his face before ending with a z-snap. He showered, all the while belting out whatever song was playing from his playlist.

"AND I, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU~!" He ended as he burst into his room with wet hair and street clothes on. He turned off the music and took note of the messages he had received: Jared, Cake, a number claiming to be PeeBeeGeebees, and a number claiming to be Luke. He added the new numbers to his contacts and decided to set ringtones for them all: PBG was the theme song from Turbie Nightmare World, because he's PBG; Luke was Safety Dance by Men Without Hats, because irony; Cake was something along the lines of being a 'Boss Ass Bitch', because she could probably break him in half if she wanted, and she's confident; and Jared was the opening of an anime, 'Kiss, Kiss , Fall in Love~!', Richard couldn't resist hearing that whenever Jared would text him. Turbie started but was interrupted by anime as the two Normal Boots boy messaged him at the same time.

PBG-Richie? Where are you boy?

Jared-PBG said that you and your stuff weren't in your class. U OK?

Richard-The nurse sent me to my room to recover.

He ignored the following messages in order to take some pain killers. The shower had helped, but he still hurt.

"Meh...to the floor I go." He said to himself and laid on the cool floor. He hummed various songs to himself until there was a knock at his door. He sat in silence and hopped that whomever was at the door would leave.

"Richard? It's Peebs and Jared." The taller male said through the door. Richard, although confused, got up and answered the door. PBG gasped when he saw the smallest male's busted lip and scrapped arms.

"We brought lunch." Jared offered with a smile.

"You two are going to be late to class!" Richard insisted. PBG pushed past him and sat on his bed.

"Nah. I skip class all the time. Shizuka doesn't really care." He stated and picked up the room owner's phone.

"Okay...then what's your excuse?" He asked turning his attention back to Jared.

"I said I was going to practice for the tournament. Here! It's grapes and a sandwich." He stated with plentiful sparkles and gave Richard the small bag of food. "It's peanut butter." The blue eyed one clarified. PBG gasped in horror.

"My family! Jared, you monster!" He yelled in fake agony. Richard smiled and let Jared into the room before sitting on the floor.

"Thank you for the food..." He trailed off and munched on a grape.

"So, they made you go to the vet. I MEAN NURSE!" The bearded individual attempted to correct himself. Richard tried to contain his laughter but was unsuccessful. PBG blush with embarrassment while Jared looked on with surprise.

"HAHAHA Oh my god! Quite the Freudian Slip there." He managed to say between small laughs. "J-J-hehe-Jared? Sho-Shouldn't you be practicing?" He finally asked as his laughter died down. Jared appeared lost in thought, although his eyes sparkled excessively once again. He shook his head and came back to reality.

"Who needs practice when you're perfect." He challenged. Jared flipped his hair with his hand sending more sparkles into the air. Richard nodded and popped another grape into his mouth.

"True, true. You are perfect." He said to the bunch of grapes. Jared looked at PBG, who wasn't pay attention at all, and pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. He carefully slid the paper into the bag of grapes while Richard looked at PBG who was on the curly haired person's phone. His finger brushed over the paper and gained his attention.

"Hay Jared? What is this?" Richard asked slightly nervously. Jared stared down at him from where he sat in the desk chair with a faint blush.

"Oh, that's my to-do list!" He said as the sparkling intensified. Richard studied the paper in confusion.

"It's just a slip of paper with my name on it." Richard stated in utter bewilderment. Jared's face was beet red and he covered his mouth with his hands. Richard sat there attempting to understand it before giving up and going back to eating his grapes.

PBG was non the wiser. (PBG=Nun the wiser)