Star Gazers [BXB] [COMPLETED]

I Didn't Do It For You

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. I smiled softly at Elliot and Jordan before packing up my stuff and heading to my next class.

My day was monotonous, and I spent most of my classes thinking about Jason. Was he sick? Did he need help? Was he dying in a back alley, shivering to death in the cold air?

I bit my lip, watching the clock while my leg bounced impatiently under my desk.

I had soccer practice after school today, but I was seriously thinking about skipping it to check if Jason had returned to the diner.

The final bell of the day rang. I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, quickly making my way out of the school.

"Whoa, whoa. What's the hurry Dicker?" I recognized Trevor's voice once I was outside and a quick glance his way showed him shrugging off the cab of his truck. His buddies stood up straight as well.

"Didn't you learn not to mess with me the other day, Wilkes?" I asked, tilting my head a bit as I looked at him.

"I can't help that you're a little man whore that keeps asking to be beat up," he pointed out like it was a valid argument.

"I'll give you that one, since I've definitely been laid more times than you," I shot him a fake smile and tried to walk past him. He blocked my path.

"You're a freak, Dicker. You don't belong in nature. God didn't create man to be gay, so you're just disgracing him with your disgusting urges. I'm merely doing my civic duty."

"God would be more ashamed of you than he would be of me. I'm not hurting anyone by being who I am. You are. Maybe you should read through the Bible again before you go spewing nonsense at other people."

A slap echoed through the air, and a stinging sensation bloomed in my cheek.

"You..." I held my cheek and looked up in shock, "You hit like a girl."

"Why you little-" he was cut off as a cherry red convertible pulled up beside him.

Holiday Tucker pulled her sunglasses down a bit and looked directly at me.

"Get in," she said.

She didn't have to tell me twice.

After I slipped into the passenger seat, Holiday took off down the street, leaving Trevor and his goons far behind us.

"Thanks," I told her.

"I didn't do it for you," she said sharply.

I didn't attempt to make anymore conversation, because frankly, Holly terrified me.

Though I would've liked to know where she was taking me.

After about ten minutes of tense silence, she pulled into the driveway of medium sized, purple house covered in graffiti. I stepped out of the car hesitantly as Holly walked confidently up to the front door. The place looked and sounded like it was currently hosting a rave, but judging by the absence of cars on the street, it was probably just someone blasting heavy punk music at 3pm on a weekday.

"Um, Holiday?" I asked, but realized she was already at the door and jogged lightly to catch up to her. "Where are we?"

"Home sweet home," she gave me a salty smile before pushing open the door and letting my senses get hit by a metaphorical bus.

What.

The.

Hell.

I kept my mouth shut tight and my eyes wide open as Holly led me through her house. The walls were a mix of greys, blacks, colorful graffiti, and neon colors. Vinyl records were nailed up everywhere, as well as a few electric guitars and strings of christmas lights. The furniture was mostly black leather, and when we came into the living room, I saw two drumsets, one black and one silver, set up in different corners.

"My parents are punk!" Holiday explained briefly over the music as a wild looking, purple haired woman with a nose ring appeared, shouting along to the lyrics of the current song, which I now realized was God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols.

"Oh!" The woman shouted when she saw us, "I didn't know you were bringing a boy home today!"

Holiday rolled her eyes and turned to a shelf that held the sound system. I felt relieved as she spun the dial that controlled the volume down to a level that wasn't blowing my eardrums out.

A man walked in then, his hair a blend of blue and green, spiked into a mohawk that must've taken hours to get just right. He was wearing a black muscle t-shirt, showing off sleeve tattoos that I didn't care to look too closely at.

"What happened to my tunes?" He pouted at Holiday.

She simply crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a glare.

The blue haired man's eyes swept to me then, and after a second of thought processing, he gave Holly a "not bad" thumbs up and went to leave the room again.

"Oh," he added as an afterthought. "No sex on my couch."

"Dad!" Holly gave him a stern look and he left.

Rolling her eyes, Holly shooed away her, I'm assuming, mother, and gestured for me to follow her up a flight of stairs.

In all honesty, I felt like I was going to be fleeing for my life at any moment.

At the top of the stairs, Holiday opened a door, shoved me inside, and then yelled, "Fix him!" as she pulled the door shut.

My breath hitched as I turned around and saw my angel in the most ragged state I'd ever seen him.

There were bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, and he had this empty look in his reddened eyes as he stared blankly at the wall.

"Jason?" I asked as I slowly approached him. "What's wrong?"

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A/N

I'VE BEEN TRAPPED IN THE LAND OF NO CELL SERVICE FOR A WEEK, I'M SORRY GUYS! I COULD ONLY FIND WIFI AT STRANGE PUBS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS AND I LITERALLY HAVE ZERO DATA TO WORK WITH OUTSIDE OF THOSE ODD VISITS!

Anywho, I'm back now, with a steady stream of WiFi, so all is good in the world.

AND OMG ITS HOLLY'S PARENTS! WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK OF THEM?

Hope all ye Americans had a good fourth of July!

What's your favorite kind of firework? I like the kinds that make the crackly sound like Velcro, ooh or maybe the ones that trail down like a weeping willow tree!

Thanks for being patient!
-Anon