Posts by Snowfur99

Christian wrapped his arm around Kitten, with a deep sigh.

"Oh? Is he cute? Can I steal him then?" he joked, laughing gently, pulling Marley into a tighter hug. "Aww, bae! It's alright! I'm sure you didn't embarrass yourself! When's the next time you'll see him? Maybe he'll forgive you?" Christian had always been one for the support, even though he loved the spotlight. The small boy was super talented on the fiddle ever since he was a 'wee lad', and was amazing at the piano and accordion, playing at pubs with his dad ever since he was a kid. He moved away from the little Isle of Arran, after his parents died unexpectedly, the kid following his older sister, to pursue in his music in the memory of his fallen family, armed with Scottish instruments. So, the boy stayed with the bandgeeks when Marley wasn't arround.

Christian smiled as the bell went for second period, the boy picking up the schoolbag off the ground, before hugging Marley again. "Don't worry about your crush! Things like this happen! I'm sure any decent boy will forgive you! I need to go to music now! See ya, bae!" the boy chirped, letting go of the girl and sprinting off, into the crowd of his bandmates.

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Ford walked with his pals up to the Science department, then broke up when they came to splitting into the subjects. Ford went alone to Physics, half the boys to Chemistry, and the other half to Biology. He sat himself down on his usual seat, books laid out, pen already jotting down notes, blue eyes twinkling under the fluorescent light.

Ford looked up at Marley, a frown forming on his lips. He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl had turned and left to the back of the class, to her usual seat. Without a moment of hesitation, he picked up his belongings, and raced to the back of the class, dropping his stuff neatly in front of the brown haired girl, with his trademark smirk. "It was cute, Marley. I just didn't expect it from miss quiet," he whispered, sitting next to her, "I forgive you, and I apologise for being so rude." Ford fixed up his notes back into their preferenced order, opening his Physics book, with a tight grin. "Are we English buddies again?"

"Sweet!" The boy clicked the link, leaning back on the chair, swinging on the back legs, sipping his frap, grinning.

Ford then went a little pale, gazing away, dodging eye contact. "I-I sorta... did most of it," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Like, the highlighting part."

//super rushed sorry

Ford sighed, gently, and nodded, biting his thick lips, avoiding eye contact with Marley, as she felt her gaze on his eye, making his dark cheeks burn in a pink blush. "Th-That's fine," he whispered, as the quirky Physics teacher came in, and taught the class in his peculiar but effective style. Ford was freakishly quiet, writing down every utter the teacher whispered, eyes locked on his font-like penmanship. The boy was mouthing something as he wrote, blue eyes narrowing as he felt the class become more disruptive as the teacher started to lose control of authority. It wasn't long until scrunched up paper was being thrown at everyone, mostly at Marley and Ford, calling them 'lovebirds', and expressing very inappropriate ideas using language and hand gestures. Ford continued to write, feeling anger build up in his chest. "Ignore them, Ford... he whispered to himself, " I-Ignore them,"

Ford looked up, as someone hit him straight in the face by an eraser. Then... he snapped. "F*CKING STOP IT, YA B*STARD! WE DON'T F*CKIN' DATE - WE LITERALLY JUST WORK TOGETHER." He had never raised his voice like that, and he scared himself, as well as the rest of the class, some of them shuffling awkwardly, some other laughing at Ford's reaction. Ford looked over at Marley, who in her guilt, had moved over, and locked herself away from the class. His light eyes softened, as he picked up his items, snapping at the class one last time, before storming out into the corridor, breaking down into tears as he ran down the stairs, out the fire exit, then out the school grounds.

Ford looked heartbroken, gazing back at Marley with the saddest of eyes, into her own sad green eyes. He held his gaze, then shook it off, wiping away tears. "S-Sorry. You better go back, I just... I just need to walk it off," he whispered, glancing at his fancy shoes. He did a lot of walking when he was sad. "It's not your fault... really, it's not. It..." Ford inhaled the fresh air harshly, breathing it out through his nose, his body relaxing. "Actually, let's walk together. Maybe getting to know each other could be the best thing right now..."

Ford looked into her eyes, holding his gaze, then away, as Marley ran her gentle thumb over his dark cheeks, whisking away a tear. "I-It was just a little embarrassing... not because I was with you, of course... Just... I-I
..." Ford was already walking. "I over-reacted. I do that. Sorry for dragging you into this." Ford remained quiet, except for a little chuckle when he was described as cool.

As Ford listened, the bell rang, the doors flooding with students for the twenty minute interval. One of the first ones out was Christian, running over to Marley and hugging her tightly, with a tight-lipped smile. "Hey there! Did you find the boy?" He held his breath, and looked up, seeing the tall boy in front of him. Ford was five foot seven, compared to Christian's five foot nothing. "Oh. Hi again, Ford," he muttered, dodging eye contact. Ford seemed to have calmed down, stuffing his hands in his pockets. dodging eye contact. "Hello, Christian." The two knew each other well - their awkwardness wasn't out of spite of each other, but just of bad memories. The two dated briefly back in freshman year, and had sex once in the school bathrooms, which didn't go unheard. The two avoided each other after that to stop the drama.

Christian held his breath as he looked at Marley. "Oh, I can't have lunch with you today, Mar, sorry! The head of Music is taking the band out the play at a pub until four, and I'm leaving in, like, ten minutes!" Christian only did three subjects - music, music technology, and drama, where he does sound production and helps out the school shows with sound effects and live music. His band was a group of loveable little freaks that didn't fit in, but just worked when it came to the band. Christian played lead violin usually, but sometimes goes back onto the piano, or does an accordion duet with a crazy albino boy with an eyepatch called Atticus, who played the cello. Science geek female-to-male transgender Xavier played bass guitar, coffee-loving freak Park played the drumkit, and Christian's brother Angel sung half the time, playing a violin accompaniment when Christian wasn't playing. They focused on folk, blues, and jazz music, and sometimes recomposes pop songs or recognisable songs into their style. Christian absolutely loved it.

Ford scratched the back of his head, smiling faintly. "I'll have lunch with you, Marley," he replied, still dodging the excited green eyes of his ex. The fair boy missed the excitable band-nerd, his bright hair, his large grin, his quick movements. But the rules of life says everything has an ending.

Christian kissed her cheek back, tightening the hug before pulling back. Christian was rarely mad at anything, and was really easy going. He wasn't mad the his best friend was in love with one of his... many exes - if anything, he was happy with her choice. He loved Ford with all his heart when he went through his homosexual phase, and they were planning a big future between themselves, but they split to stop the abuse from everyone. Ford decided he'll go back to being the straight prep everyone loved him for, and Christian f*cked half of the music class within a few weeks. He was pretty charming.

Christian looked over at Marley, as she looked at Ford, and Ford looked at him. Picking up the question in hand, with aid of Ford's previous statement. "Don't let our old love bring you down, Mar! I'm absolutely fine with you hangin' out and eating together! I'm not some over-protective father, right?" Ford let out a little chuckle, looking over at Marley with his smirk. Christian loved Ford's smirk, Ford loved Christian's laugh and humour. It seemed that they still had feeling for each other, but would put that all aside for Marley.

Christian let out a little purr, but pulled back from the kiss as he heard his friends calling him from the bus, him grinning. "I'll text ya when I finish up and let you know how it goes!" he chirped, "See ya later, Mar! See ya... Ford." The peppy ginger quickly pecked Mar's cheek, before running off to the band, made up of a tall albino, a passable transgender with navy hair, a light-skinned African-American with giant, hair-sprayed auburn hair, and an extremely tall ginger woman, stick thin, and a bob cut. Christian joined the group of freaks, waving to Ford and Marley as they all boarded.

Ford watched, with a guilty look. Christian was such a happy person, where Ford... he was tame. He didn't sign up for the school show, or to be in a band. He just sat with his little group of friends, worked, and studied. Marley needed a boy like Christian, who took life in his stride, and was happy, even with no parents. Ford was just Ford. After a brief moment of silence, Ford let out a gasp as Marley held his hand, making him squeeze it ever so slightly. He felt his cheeks burn up, and he dodged eye contact. He could feel his stomach knot, but he was unaware that it was most likely love. "Sure," he muttered cooly, following the little girl, trying to act like his cool self. As they waited in the cafeteria line, Ford picked up a tray with one hand, squeezing Marley's hand with the other, while looking at the menu, . "It's fine. It's good to see you have a friend like Christian. He was... pretty amazing."

//Sure!

"Uh huh!" Christian pepped up, before his poked his head up, looking at his adoptive mother with. dirt covered face. His eyes lit up, and before he knew it, he was bowling the woman over, in little kisses and tight hugs. He knew he will never feel happier than now.

***

One and a half years past, and the microscopic red boy had transformed. From skinny, undersized, and helpless, Christian turned healthy. From six stone, to ten, from four foot nine inches to five foot one, Christian was now working shifts at his favourite coffee shops. He was eighteen now. His teeth were replaced with beautiful, perfect white ones, and a pair of prescription Ray-Ban glasses, a lovely styled haircut (the back of his hair shaved short, and the front swept up and curled nicely for a handsome look), and tons of vibrant red hair dye, the boy was ever so handsome. He had filled up nicely, though his ribs still stuck out, and he was still classed as 'too skinny'.

Though everything seemed perfect, there were a few negatives. He grew an addiction. Not to smoking or alcohol (which he did only on occasions), but tattoos and piercings. The boy was now covered from his neck right down to his toes in tattoos, with piercings on his eyebrow, nostril, snakebites under his lips, and on his right nipple and genitals. He also had hipster plugs in his ears. He did suit them, however, as it brought attention to his attractive face, the tattoos hiding his still scarred and skinny body. He also found love for coffee (three scoops of Brazilian with no sugar or milk was his favourite), and a huge passion for the fiddle, where now when he wasn't serving coffee, he was playing in bars.

But the boy also had a secret, which he didn't want Fey and Cameron to find out about. He feared their knowledge of it could mean he was kicked out the house. There was a few close counters, though, hiding his secret when going out to see said secret, dressing it up into something more 'normal', hiding said secret under his bed covers when it made too much noise as they experimented. Christian didn't know how he'd come out to his new parents with minimal impact.

Christian came through the door, changed from his white and green work outfit, into a pair of red tartan 'man-leggings', and an oversized black jumper with a white satanic cross on it, a beanie decorating his head, and white vans decorating his feet. Under his arm though, was a boy, six inches taller than him. He was quite chubby, but it was a cute chubby. The boy had white hair, and small red eyes, with pale, flaky skin - an albino. He wore a black cloak, and a shirt and jumper underneath, with cream coloured trousers.

"Shh, Atti!" the red one whispered a little too loudly, holding back giggles, leading Atticus to his bedroom, "We don't need my mum knowing! Hide here while I comfort her then we can go back to the fun~" Pushing the albino into his room, Christian ran into the living room, with a bright grin, hugging Fey tightly. "Hi mum! Want some tea?"

Christian moved to the kitchen, preparing some tea. He seemed focused on the tea, but listened in on Fey. She... was worried. Christian frowned, looking up at her, watching her eyes. She found out one of his secrets. "I-It was just once, mum," he whispered, lying, "I was curious..." His mother's speech broke him in two, making him feel guilty for his secretively of his sexuality. He handed the mug of newly brewed tea to his mum, dodging eye contact. He heard a couple of bumps from his room - Atticus had fallen over in the dark, in search for the bed. The sound made Christian wince, clutching his jumper tightly. Atticus and Christian were both following Christianity when they were kids, but broke away from the religion when they discovered themselves as being gay. Well... Atticus was bi, and Christian was pansexual, meaning he loved people sexually for their personality, and not their genitals. "I-I'm not doing anything wrong, mum, I swear!"

Christian gulped down as Fey questioned the bump, as he felt tears stream down his cheeks. He hesitated as he was commanded to bring Atticus down to his mother, but ran up before he was questioned more. Explaining the situation to the albino, he sobbed into his shoulder, fearing the worst. "O-Oh, God... I don't want her to kick us out!" The other boy had a sad smile, hugging his lover tightly. "Chrissy, please. I'm sure your mother will be fine with it. I mean, I'm a perfect choice for you, ammirite?" Atticus was always like that - bringing light-hearted humour to the situation. He did fear his lover's parents, but he was great at hiding his pain with humour.
"I-I'm scared, Atti..."
"C'mon, Chrissy. Y'know, if she does kick us out, we'll run away and f*ck elsewhere!"
"I-I guess..."
"And if she's fine with it, we get to f*ck here. Either way this situation goes, you're still getting my butt, so it'll be fine!" Atticus had a weird way of comforting his lover, but it worked.

Five minutes later, Christian dried his tears, taking Atticus downstairs. "M-Mum...? Thi...this..." Christian was shaking like a leaf, but Atticus hugged him close to his side, speaking for him. "Mister stutter-pants is trying to say I'm his boyfriend, Atticus Spirits. We've dated for six months now. And the bumps in the night is just him in my *sshole." Atticus was also very open, as he spoke in his deep Greek voice, pearly teeth glinting under the kitchen lights. Over one eye, was an black eyepatch. There was nothing wrong with his eye, however - he wore it to 'look cool', which worked.

Christian hid behind Atticus, his face buried in his cloaked shoulder, shaking and trembling. Atticus, however, was pretty calm, stroking Christian's wispy hair. "It's nice to meet you too, ma'am. I just... wanna let you know that I love your son to the moon and back, and I'll protect him like you have." Christian broke into more sobs at the mention of Cameron, Atticus cooly hugging him tightly, kissing his forehead, gently, whispering cooling messages to his sad lover. He turned back to Fey, with a little pained smirk. "We've already ate, thank you. I... I feel like I should let you stay with your son alone for a while. I don't want to get inbetween family." Atticus glanced away. "If it will be easier for you, I'll stop by tomorrow - I was planning taking your son out for ice cream and a skate round the park."

Atticus watched the woman leave, hugging Christian tightly, pressing his lips against the redhead's forehead. "You should go see her..." he whispered, red eye locking on green. "B-But..."
"She loves you, no matter your preference. She loves you even though you have tattoos, right?"
"I-I guess..."
"And how you have a metal stud in your cock, right?"
"...Eh..."
"Okay, bad example. Either way, I'm saying is that if she loves your bad decisions, she'll be a-okay with your homosexuality."
"...Bad... decisions?"
"I'm trying, okay? I'm not good with words."
Christian let out a little snort, drying his tears, and kissing Atticus' soft lips. He peeled away, and followed his mother, standing at the doorway. "M-Mum? I-I-I love you..."

Christian staggered over, hugging the woman tightly, letting out gentle sobs. He never meant to hurt his mum like that, and he felt so much pain watching her cry into her hands. "I-I-I was just... scared, mum... We never discussed sexual orientations... I-I-I didn't know if you were a... h-homophobe or not... I just... I-I was scared..." Christian curled up on her lap, like he used to when she rescued him from the flood, sobbing onto her rounded belly. Atticus stood at the doorway, watching on silently.

Christian wrapped his arms around Fey, kissing her cheek gently. "Th-thanks... mum..." he whispered, pulling away and running to Atticus, clutching him tightly. Atticus kissed his forehead, and let him go up to his room. The albino stood there for a few more seconds, looking at Fey. "I'll never hurt him, ma'am. I promise with all my heart." Atticus fled to the kitchen, make himself and his lover some coffee, then evacuated upstairs to Christian's room.

Atticus and Christian didn't get up to anything after that - Christian was too upset. So they lay down in their jumpers, nude from the waist down, under the covers, watching some sh*tty love film (in which they laughed at instead of cried at), eating a big bag of crisps they had bought on their journey home, sipping on their coffees.