Into the fire - or maybe it’s out of the fire and into… wait, I don’t remember. Hell?
-Alan-
“You ready?” Tino asked. I’m not gonna lie, Tino looked hot in a Slipknot tank and black, ripped skinny jeans. I on the other hand, not so much.
“Dude, if you’re planning on getting laid tonight,” he stated as my face turned lobster red “then you can’t go to this party dressed like a nun.”
I looked myself up and down. Nothing special. I had put on a baggy hoodie from my high school and some normal blue jeans with my black converse.
“It’s a party.” he said.
“I know. And I’m wearing clothes.” I stated just as bluntly.
“You look like you were homeschooled” Tino said, as if it was a terrible thing. All the kids I knew back home had been homeschooled. Hell, I begged Uncle Jo to homeschool me after everything that happened.
Before the silence became awkward, Aaron burt into the room. “Damn cousin, you planning on getting laid?”
“Cousin?” I asked
“Oh, right, Aaron’s my cousin. I thought I already told you that. Apparently not.” Tino said
“And you, Alan, look homeless. Why?”
“Haha, you’re so funny.” I laughed without humour.
“I wasn’t kidding.” Aaron deadpanned.
“I just don’t wear that kinda stuff, loose tank tops and ripped up skinny jeans et cetera.” I said, shifting uncomfortably.
“Well, the fact that you call this a loose tank top tells me one thing.” Tino laughed.
“What?”
“You need help.” Aaron said.
“Guys, I’m not Cinderella.” I rolled my eyes.
“Drop your shoe, I dare you.” Aaron joked.
“Ohhhhh shit, he wants you to drop the shoe.” Tino laughed.
“Well, you’re cute for a guy? That was awkward. I’m not gay, but if I had Austin-freaking-Carlile panting after me, I’d make him work for it.” Aaron said.
“I, uh…” I tried to form a sentence as I played with a strand of my hair. They’re right, I did look kinda homeless. I used to be into how I looked, but now it just seems pointless. At least I was showering and eating. But Tino and Aaron didn’t need to know that. They didn’t need to know how much of a feat it was for me to cover my basic needs of live every day.
“Fine,” I said, “I’ll wear a different shirt, but that’s where I’m drawing the line.”
I seriously regretted my decision. The shirt Tino let me borrow showed almost all of my ribs. Was this even legal? I hunched over, trying to make myself as small as possible. But that didn’t really work because Aaron started calling me Quasimodo, making me doubt the whole humpback look.
The party was being held at the main lobby, meaning there wouldn’t be any drugs or alcohol, right? It was school sanctioned. Uncle Jo warned me about alcohol, apprarently mixing it with my medication gets me drunk twice as fast, so if I have one drink I might be dancing around the lobby with a lampshade on my head. At least I wouldn’t be self conscious about my shirt anymore.
“So…” Tino looked around, “where is he?”
“Your mystery man for the night?” Aaron joked as he walked over to the punch and got us all a cup.
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Ruin (boyxboy)
Fanfiction"I'm sick, Alan, really sick." Sometimes when you think it's the end, it's only the beginning. Austin thought he could save me, but in giving me everything, he ruined me. Because after one kiss, one touch, I couldn't - I wouldn't ever be the same. E...
