A Little Therapy

Jack picked lightly at his hands, sitting rigid in his chair as he faced his parents, a fork delicately held in one hand a knife in the other as he ate in smaller pieces. He felt the eyes of his mother and father staring into him as he glanced from his plate too them, pausing respectfully to see if they wanted to speak. As it turned out, they did. “So…Jack dear, how are you finding…school?” His mother gave a small grimace at the mention of the place, as if it were a filthy sewage and not a place of learning.

“It’s…good, Mother,” He said gently, unsure of how to put into words of how distracted he was “All my targets are A’s,” the brunet added softly, his itchy, unused voice coming out timid as he noted his father’s silence. “And I enjoy my classes, the students…” He saw Alex and Kellin flash before his eyes with the charcoal haired boy’s misty cerulean eyes and the other’s mussed caramel hair, he looked down at his plate to hide the blush, seeing his mother stiffen at his hesitance, he looked up and smiled appealingly “are surprisingly pleasant,” seeing her relax, he let out a sigh of relief and returned too cutting the meat on his plate.

“A’s?” His father finally spoke, Jack felt his entire body stiffen and go completely rigid as it being injected with poison. His father’s stern black eyes reflected the deep colour of Kellin’s hair, but he tore his mind away from the thought of those two boys and the feelings they made him feel. Not here, definitely not now.

“Yes sir, and I will work to achieve them,” his voice spoke like no son should speak to their father; cold, emotionless, stern. Like a business man too his employer, that was their relationship. No “Dad,” or “Papa,” That was speech for children, or so his father would say. Since he was 12, he had called his father “Sir,” to risk a beating.

“Good attitude,” He replied simply, and that was all the interest he took, returning to his food as his wife smiled tenderly at her child, a caring and beautiful smile that he returned gratefully. It wasn’t right that his own father should make him so nervous and afraid, but that was just how life worked in his house.

“Eat up Jack dear, tomorrow’s a long day and you need your strength for studying!” She gave a typical cheerful smile that a trophy wife would give before standing to clear her and her husband’s empty plates.

“Don’t baby him Clarissa, he’s a teenage boy, nearly 18, he can look after himself for goodness sake’s, we don’t need a mommy’s boy, or a bloody faggot,” Alex’s cheerful face flashed before his eyes, his best friend’s eyes dark with lust and a cheeky expressions that sent shivers down his spine. ‘Oh father dearest, I think you already have one,’ He thought in his mind, before sitting up straighter and correcting his thoughts.

But even as he stood too clear away the remnants of the table, rushing upstairs to revise through his books, he felt his hands tremble and his lips quiver at the mere thought of the troublesome two. It would however, be nothing compared to what his dreams would paint of them.
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He woke up, unruly brunet hair plastered to his forehead with a layer of sweat, boxers tighter than they should and the resounding echos of the dream he had just had replaying over and over. All but falling too his en suite bathroom, he turned on the cold water and leaned against the tiled wall. “6:30 AM,” He sighed, “Typical,” He shivered in the icy waterfall but it was mostly a punishment for his forbidden dreams. Dreams of the boys he had barely spoken too; of their rebellious nature and tattooed arms, of their voices and the words they’d never said too him but could if they wanted. Of light eyes turned dark and lustful voices at 4AM.

Those forbidden dreams.

He didn’t understand, he had barely spoken to another Human being for so long, not properly, not past polite and awkward conversations with family members. He was supposed to find a nice girl and fall in love, so was he supposed to go through all this before he found that nice girl? Was that something he was supposed to do?

When he finally got out of the shower, he pulled on some boxers, followed by some black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt, a jacket hanging loosely off of his shoulders before he grabbed his bag. It was only 7AM now, but he just wanted to get out of the toxic atmosphere the house gave him, so with the light barely breathing he stepped outside and began to walk to school in the cool air as his feet walked paths he barely knew.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Came a gentle voice. He turned to see a familiar ebony haired boy leaning against the fence, his icy blue and green eyes beckoning him, intensely staring into parts of his he could barely see himself. “I was on my way too Alex’s, wanna come?” He walked closer, curious. “Why are you so scared?”

“I’m not,” Jack whispered, staring at the ground at his dark blue converse before trailing over Kellin’s ripped skinnies too his Green Day shirt and finally resting on those trapping orbs. “I just feel strange,” The boy’s eyebrows shot up.

“In what way?” For a change, the great and all round talkative Kellin Quinn was shocked, stumped in fact. He had always been told he turned people on, made people laugh, but being told he made them feel strange…that was a new one. But what confused him even more was when Jack shrugged and stared at his feet again.

“You and Alex, you both…do this thing to me, I don’t know, I think it’s because you’re popular, you scare me but you also don’t…it’s a weird feeling to have,” He whispered shyly, looking at the kid in fear he had just made himself sound like a freak, but too his delighted surprise Kellin actually smiled in response. Shaking his head he held out his hand, biting his lips for a second before leaning in to whisper in Jack’s ear. For a second, the brown eyed boy flinched back, not used to people in his personal bubble before letting the other boy speak.

“Here’s a secret, I do that to a lot of people, we do that to a lot of people, because people are scared of us, for no reason at all except for some stupid shit we did back in year 7,” He flinched as the boy swore, but didn’t press it. “And that’s why you’re not scared, because you have no reason to be, but you are because everyone else is,” Silence as personal space was regained. “Now come on, Alex is waiting for us, I call shotgun though dude,”

Notes

Ok so, I'm going to start updating more. I really like this book. It was my birthday yesterday. Officially 15 yay.
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And why is Kellin seducing Jack, that's Alex's job?
-CJ