Bad Boy

Bad Boy- Chapter Five

"Pretty cool room. I like your posters and albums. We like exactly the same bands." Eddie said with a chuckle, sitting one of Chris' records back down in its place. Chris looked to see the album Eddie was holding. Ramones.

"Thanks. That's pretty cool, something we have in common, music." Chris said.

He unlocked his window and slowly raised it up, only having a small opening. Eddie watched as Chris pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had secretly hidden in a drawer underneath some clothes. He pulled two out, handing one to Eddie, which Eddie gladly took.

"So, who all lives here?" Eddie asked as Chris passed his lighter to him. The two sat next to the window as they smoked on their cigarettes.

"Just me and my dad." Chris said.

"Oh, I see." Eddie said. He didn't want to intrude, so he didn't ask any further questions, Chris just told him.

"My mom left us a couple years ago."

"I'm sorry, Chris." Eddie said kind of quietly. Chris only shrugged his shoulders and took a drag from his cigarette.

"I was raised by a man, who I thought was my real dad, but he wasn't. Well, I guess he was almost like a real dad, considering he did raise me and everything, but only a bit ago my mom told me about my biological dad."

"Oh, wow. That's sort of a bad situation."

Eddie nodded his head. "It was a little rough, just trying to figure everything out."

The two fell into silence, not really sure on what to say about each other's situation. But it wasn't an awkward silence, it was more of a peaceful silence as they smoked their cigarette.

Chris couldn't help but admit, he loved Eddie's company. It seemed to make him feel safe and calm, and since Chris was alone most of the time, it was nice to have someone around.

Chris took a look at Eddie, once again admiring his lovely features. Eddie done the same, looking over at Chris, blue eyes meeting blue. Chris blushed, and quickly turned his head, looking out of the window.

Eddie chuckled, following Chris' gaze out of the window.

"What's funny?" Chris asked, trying his hardest for his blushing cheeks to die down.

"Nothing's funny, Chris. Just that you're kind of shy." Eddie said, tossing his finished cigarette out of the window.

"What's wrong with being shy?" Chris asked, his cheeks darkening.

Eddie shrugged. "Nothing, it's kind of cute. Shy is cute."

Chris' cheeks were as red as blood, and Eddie noticed this. He couldn't help but laugh, but he figured it was time to quit messing around with Chris, for now.

"Alright. Let's get to work." Eddie said. He closed and locked Chris' window for him before letting the shade down.

Chris pulled some of his work from his binder, sitting it on the floor in the middle of him and Eddie. Eddie leaned down, looking over the sheet of paper. He was thankful he had payed some sort of attention at his old school.

"Alright. Well, there's four steps you have to do to find your answer. It's like this for every problem, just different numbers are used, you know?"

Chris nodded. "Got it. Where do I start?"

"Okay, here's what you do first. Just watch me." Eddie said, taking the pencil and showing Chris the first step.

"Easy, right?" Eddie asked with a chuckle.

Chris nodded, chuckling a little with Eddie. "Yeah, I'm ready for part two now."

Eddie finished up the problem, slowly showing Chris the rest of the steps, and taking a second to explain them between each one. Chris looked at Eddie, nodding his head, silently letting him know he understood.

"You wanna try the next one?" Eddie asked.

"I'll give it a shot." Chris said, taking the pencil from Eddie's fingers.

Their hands touched, and once again, that soft shade of pink came creeping up on Chris' cheeks. Chris mentally wanted to slap himself. He wasn't really one to blush, but it was a complete different story around Eddie.

"So..." Chris sighed, starting his problem.

Eddie watched as Chris' hand glided over the paper, leaving sloppily written numbers behind. Once Chris finished, he picked up the paper from the floor and showed it to Eddie.

"Did I do it right?" Chris asked. Eddie smiled.

"Yeah, you did. On your first try, too. See, you got it. Just needed a little boost." Eddie said.

"Go me." Chris said with a light chuckle.

Chris finished up his worksheet with Eddie's guidance. Chris was kinda impressed with himself, knowing that he had finally learned something, and that he'd definitely be prepared for his next test.

"See, it's not too hard." Eddie said with a smile on his face.

"Not bad at all when you finally understand what you're doing. Thanks for helping me."

"No problem at all, Chris." Eddie said.

"Could I get you something to eat? Drink?" Chris offered.

"I'm not really hungry as of now. But, a milkshake sounds good. Wanna go with me to get one?"

Chris shrugged. "Sure, just let me get some money real quick and I'll-"

"No," Eddie interrupted, "I'll buy you one."

"That's okay, Eddie, I can-"

"I insist." Eddie interrupted once again. Before Chris could say anything else, Eddie took his hand and began to lead him out of the room.

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"I wish you guys would really stop screwing so loud. I'm tired of hearing Layne's noises." Sean said as he flipped through a drumming magazine. Layne blushed, while Jerry chuckled.

"What's the matter, Sean? Never heard those noises before?" Jerry asked, flopping on the couch next to Sean and opening a can of soda.

"I have to get to work or I'm going to be late." Layne whined, tugging on Jerry's arm.

"Babe, I can get you there in five minutes." Jerry said, pulling Layne down on his lap.

"I have ten minutes or else I'm going to be late," Layne said, "Let's go."

"Alright, alright." Jerry said. He took another drink of his soda before sitting it on the table.

Layne quickly grabbed his vest and put it on. He was a cashier at the grocery store downtown. He wasn't very fond of his job, but he had to work and help his friend's pay rent, since they all lived together.

All of the boys came from a broken home. Layne, who was raised without a father, had a rough life with his mother, who was always working, and never had time for him. Sean was raised with both parents, but had an abusive father. Mike's parents were both killed in an accident. But none of the guys know Jerry's story. He would never tell it.

The two hopped on to Jerry's motorcycle as he started it up. Layne wrapped his arms around Jerry's sides, holding onto his own hands at Jerry's stomach, holding tightly onto Jerry.

Jerry took off, cruising with ease down the half vacant streets. It didn't seem long at all before Jerry was pulling into the parking lot. Layne didn't want to go, but he knew he had to.

"You'll be back to pick me up at nine right?" Layne asked.

"I'll be right here waiting for you. As always." Jerry assured him.

"Good. See you later!" Layne said.

"Have a good day, Layne." Jerry said, waving goodbye to him as he made his way to the entrance door.