But that's just not me.
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kd_230692Title: Let The Parody Begin
Rating: A for Annoyingly Awesome
Warning: Okies guys, this is something I wanted to try so long now. Basically it's all my characters in a parallel universe where they're not robots, vampires, werewolves, kitsune, elven rabbits etc and are just ordinary highschool kids... Their personalities and the dynamics of the relationships are similiar to what already I got going and blahblahblah, enjoy.
Disclaimers: Btw, yesh, any similarities between real life are in your head bitches.
Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII-A, VII-B, VIII
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"And the book we're reading this year is 'The Book Thief' set in the World War Two era." Freya rolled her eyes as she heard the vacant groans of the bimbos sitting behind her. She flicked open her course book and placed her headphones on, reading the instructions on the whiteboard. Freya was nursing a headache and Lucas was off volenteering for some cause, which irritated her more than it should. So she didn't turn on her music, but at least it made the other less mature people ignore her.
"Ew, I think that retard touched Garou's hand. Is he gay or something?" Macey sneered, talking with a hush voice, unaware that Freya could hear everything. Freya privately wondered how someone like Macey dare even try taking a subject Freya completely enjoyed.
"I dunno. I heard Evan's got autism or some brain disorder." Macey's equally double digited IQ brained friend laughed at her oh-so unsmart remark.
"Oh ahahaha, no wonder Garou wants to hang out with such a retard. I heard Garou tried killing himself in year nine or something. I wonder how Lucas could hang out with such a weirdo." Macey twirled her hair whilst staring blankly. Her friend snorted and muttered, "Maybe he feels sorry for them."
"Oh my god, no wonder he sits next to HER." Freya gripped her pencil as she felt the urge to jam it up Macey's left nostril.
"Oh, like totally, you're so right. Why else doesn't he want to sit next to you Macey. You're so much prettier and better than that freak. Look at her ancient headphones. Who uses headphones these days?"
"Only HER!" Freya focused on writing her answers, though she found herself stabbing the paper instead as she heard the incessant giggling.
"I heard she dated that nerdy dork. You won't believe how much I laughed. How could someone so ugly and stupid like Freya get a date?"
"And to think she wants someone WAY too good for her like Lucas? HAH! He's so dreamy and beautiful like Stefan Killems. Oh, I love him so much..."
"Oh my god, why don't we study 'Limbo' for English! It's so deep and meaningful!"
"Oh my god, like totally! You have such great ideas Mina!"
"Like thank you Macey!"
Freya turned on her music and decided to drown out the rest of the Nobel prize winning conversation for the rest of the lesson, occasionally looking up to see Evan and Garou sit adorably together.
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Freya slammed her books into her locker and stomped off, feeling like someone put peanut butter into her shoes. Evan and Kit tried waving to her, but the anger she felt was too strong to really act nice.
"Why Freya, how are you--?"
"FUCK OFF PETER!" Freya said, pushing past the tall, ugly haired guy before her. She wasn't in the mood for another sweaty armpit hug.
Ah, behind the school. Freya was not in the mood to deal with anyone, not even if it was...
"Lucas?"
"Freya?" Lucas looked up and walked up to her. Freya felt panic flood her mind as she instinctively stepped back. "What are you doing here?" Freya asked, unsure of what else to say.
Lucas blushed and said, "I forgot I left some of art supplies for the kids, so here I am. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just had English with Macey Cummings."
"Oh. Her." Lucas seemed to shudder slightly. "You know you shouldn't listen to people like her." He touched her cheek softly.
Freya blushed, shivering at the feeling of Lucas' large hands touching her skin. She tried quashing the thought of those hands travelling other places and mumbled, "Thanks Lucas."
"Um hey, afterschool, wanna go see the newest Barry Thatcher movie?" Lucas asked. Freya looked at him and said, "And the recessive Princess gene?"
"Yeah, I noticed you liked the books and definitely no glimmery vampires in this one." Lucas smiled. "I mean, Garou and Evan invited me and I didn't want to be a third wheel. I mean, I'll pay for your ticket and stuff, but I would really like it if you came."
"Um sure..." Freya smiled back as Lucas waved goodbye.
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"My gaaaaaaaawd, Don Beaverly is so cute. Don't you agree Pickle?" Evan asked cheerfully, slipping his hand into Garou's. Garou rolled his eyes and said, "He's a ficticious character Evan, and yesh, I agree." Garou smiled and kissed Evan on the cheek. Evan giggled as he rested his head on Garou's shoulder.
Garou felt his heart race as he felt Evan's head on his chest. He slipped his hand around Evan's waist and softly kissed Evan's cheek, brushing Evan's long hair out of his face. Evan smiled and awkwardly started removing his checkered red hoodie, revealing his dark green t-shirt. Garou noticed it was the same green shirt that clung tightly around Evan's small frame and he blushed at the thought of what he wanted to do.
Evan smiled, and cuddled up next to Garou, his hands snaking their way up Garou's shirt. Garou gasped softly, the intense feel of Evan's hands against his skin sending electricity up his spine. And down there too. Panic flooded Garou's mind as he flinched against Evan's hands and whispered, "Wha--what are you doing?"
Evan kissed Garou lightly on the lips and whispered back, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing..." Another kiss land on his neck and Evan to suckle at the soft flesh as Garou began to grow incredibly lightheaded. It felt incredibly wonderful and Garou couldn't help but whimper softly.
"Oh Evan... Evan..." Garou's pants felt much too tight as Evan slowly dry humped him.
"Will you guys have sex QUIETLY? Don saw that dumbass pawwing Neomiha and he's acting adorable!" Kit clutched his popcornbox as he stared intensely at the screen.
Garou facepalmed and wondered how Evan managed to drag along his friends for this date...
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"Oh Evan... Evan..."
Freya buried her head in her hands as she felt embarassment burn her face. Being completely mortified by her and her crush's best friends moaning was more than a bit mortifying. She felt a hand on her shoulder as Lucas whispered, "You're going to miss the part where Neomiha and Don argue some more. I know you like that pairing."
Freya looked up and Lucas smiled. He held out his box of popcorn and said, "Wanna share?" Freya tried to hide the happy little feeling welling up inside her...
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"I can't believe they cut out the freaking funeral and stuff... The 7th film better make up for it or I'm blogging about it!" Kit declared, but Garou didn't bother listening. He was nursing a very happy feeling he felt as Evan wrapped his arm around Garou and sighed happily. Their hands were touching as Garou tried to will his hand to not sweat and gross out the shorter guy next to him.
Evan craned his neck to kiss Garou, but Garou felt panic flood his mind when he saw a group of slightly older guys walking by, most likely from some bonehead sporting match. With a tinge of shame Garou let his hand drop to his side and looked away from Evan, hating himself completely for doing so.
"Hey pickle, why did you...?" Evan began but trailed off as he saw Garou fume embarassedly and the laughing radiating from the group of guys.
Garou felt insanely horrid and just wanted to run away from everything. The guilt hack away at his insides, like when you eat too much Mexican food and struggling to find a toilet, as you fart and stink up the place. Garou felt his eyes sting and wiped at them bitterly, ignoring his concerned friends' voices. He felt so... so... alone surrounded by so much.
Before his mind could implode, he felt a tight hug and Evan's head leaning against his back.
"Don't be sad Pickle. I get that it's scary.... being like this when everyone are such.... turds." Garou felt the vibrations from Evan and shivered slightly as Evan held him tighter. Garou shifted around and lightly touched Evan's chin, tilting his head so Garou could see those beautiful green eyes that seemed to make the shitty indoor lighting seem as magical as the sunrise. Garou wished his dark blue eyes were a bit more intense and felt so hateful of himself.
Garou leaned in so their foreheads touched and whispered, "But I like being like this with you. With you... I just feel... better."
"Me too." Evan whispered, his eyes welling up.
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Freya watched those two with a sappy, glowing feeling with just... yet a tinge of envy. She could barely breathe with the fact her crush was standing beside her while her best friend was experiencing the best moments of his life. Lucas wasn't merely just a crush to her actually. Freya had some pretty different sorts of crushes, but Lucas felt to be something different entirely. She felt something uniquely intense whenever she was with him, yet she could be herself at times with him and never feel judged for it. Lucas certainly was a step up from her previous flame.
"Uh oh, Ice Queen is coming. Careful Freya, your shoulder will get iceburn." Kit muttered, tapping her shoulder and ignoring the happy couple.
Freya spun around and felt her heart fall out of her butt. It was Kurt. She inwardly groaned as she remembered their messy break up and the very bitterness Kurt had inflicted upon her poor soul with his petty guilt trips, his annoying passive agressiveness and his poor attempts to do anything. Well, Freya thought looking at his thighs, it was hard to do ANYTHING with an ass like that.
"HEY KURTIS! HOW YA DOING?" Kit screamed waving madly, but Kurt glared at him and dashed off, in fear of recieving a non asshole disease if he stayed near Freya too long. Freya smacked Kit on the shoulder as he giggled madly. Lucas merely stared sternly at the now-VERY-empty-thigh-free space that Kurt had been occupying and asked, "Why was that guy so rude?"
Freya buried her head in her hands as Kit said in a singsong voice, "Old flames burn the mostest~!"
"So... Freya and him...?" Lucas looked at Freya sadly.
"I SWEAR HIS THIGHS WEREN'T SO PUDGEY BACK THEN!" Freya said, panic taking control of the volumne of her voice. She blushed and looked away from Lucas. She felt like dying right there and tried not to sniff back a tear. She totally failed in that regard. She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap themselves around her and she broke down. She cried as she rubbed her face against the firm, beautifully sculpted chest of Lucas and felt so embarassed that her crush is trying to comfort her whilst she felt up his manly abs. Well, Kurt never did do things like that. Or had abs.
But there she was, being held by the man of her dreams, feeling his abs and basking in the moment. Is this what those literary heroines felt when Mr Darcy held Elizabeth or Mr Wentworth or whoever else was the forerunner for Gary Stu dom comforted their lovers? Because Freya definitely enjoyed feeling this.
"Like, oh my holy Dog. Lucas, why are you holding such a WHORE?" Freya didn't look up but she recognised Macey's insipid nasally voice.
"Lucas rather hold my best friend rather than touch your SAGGY TITS MACEY!" Kit shouted back.
Freya felt Lucas stumble away as Macey used her poorly painted talons to cling onto that piece of beauty. Freya felt sorta empty.
"Oh haha Kit! Lucas is in love with someone sexier than your nerdy, frumpy friend anyways. Look at how happy he is to see me!" Macey said, digging her talons into his arm, her nose wrinkling with pure glee.
Freya glanced at Lucas, who looked like he was comtemplating on charging Macey with sex assault to his arm or flinging her across the carpark. He chose to look pleadingly at Freya.
"Look at him Macey! He rather stick his dick in his oven than touch you!"
"Oh yeah?! Lukie wookie, who would you rather pick? Me! The most beautiful, popular girl in school, or your faggot friend's creature of a sister?!" Macey said rather smugly, squeezing her arms together to show her VERY lopsided cleavage to a mortified Lucas.
Lucas stared at Macey. "Did you call my best friend a faggot?" Lucas asked dangerously. Macey giggled and said, "Oh! Me and Mina think you should ditch that homo since he's fucking that autistic retard or whatever. Look at how gross they are! They're like kissing under that lamp post! Like ewwww."
"You asked Garou out, didn't you?" Kit said smirkingly.
"Yeah, but that was before I found out how queer he was!"
"Get the fuck out Macey. Before I do something I regret." Lucas said quietly. Macey gasped dramatically and mumbled, "But you shouldn't being hanging out with such losers...."
"Those losers? They're my friends!" Lucas shifted closer to Freya and held her hand. "They are much more smarter and more beautiful than what you ever could amount to!"
"Well FINE! Don't fucking come hang out with me anymore! Hang out with your retarded year 11 freaks." Macey screeched and tried to stomp out gracefully if it weren't for the fact her highheel broke as Kit laughed at her stupidity.
Freya looked up at Lucas and said, "Um... you could... you can let go of my hands now." Lucas blushed and reluctantly let their hands disconnect.
"Whoa. What the shit happened here?" Garou asked, his hand holding Evan's slightly.
Lucas hunched up his shoulders and said, "I'll tell you guys in the car."
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"Well, here's your house." Lucas mumbled, turning the engine off. Garou and Evan made a hasty beeline for their house and Kit had gleefully thanked Lucas for driving him home. So here was Freya in the front seat of Lucas' car.
Freya could feel the silence almost suffocate her so she asked, "Um... Are you really going to ditch your year 12 friends?" Lucas sighed and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.
"I'm just so tired of them. Asides from Garou, they're always telling me to do this or be that or stop being so smart or whatever."
"Then how come you've hung out with them so long?"
"Because I never realised friends could be better." Lucas mumbled, shifting in his seat. Freya glanced at Lucas as she fumbled with his hands. So many thoughts ran through her head but she decided to press on.
"Who made you realise that?"
"You." Lucas looked up and Freya felt so vunerable right then, sitting in a car alone with a guy. A really handsome and wonderful guy at that, but she was feeling a flood of emotions that she had absolutely no idea what to do with and she was frightened. So what did she do?
"Why do I do that?" She asked pathetically.
"Because Freya... I always thought you were just Garou's lil sis, but you're not. Ever since I came to visit Garou a lot more, I began to see you a bit differently. You weren't just a younger kid to me anymore. You have such interesting thoughts, and you're so amazing with how you see the world and just... I want to be myself. And you don't seem to hate the real me."
"Oh." Freya blushed but shifted closer. "Am I just a friend?"
Lucas removed his seat belt and leaned his arm above Freya's headrest. Freya could hear Lucas breathing heavily and swore she could feel his heartbeat. Or was it just her own heart, practically working overtime? Freya just stared into Lucas' warm hazel eyes and and leaned in. She removed her own seatbelt and shifted closer. Oh god, she could feel his body heat from here. Think undirty thoughts. Think undirty thoughts. Macey's nose falling off. Kit attacked by pigeons. Kurt's thighs.
"Freya?" Lucas whispered. Freya snapped back to reality, glad to focus other than fatty man thighs.
"Lucas? I... I kinda like you..."
"I hope then you won't hate me for this."
Lucas arms slide down the seat back and wrapped themselves around Freya. They pulled her close and Freya felt Lucas' breath on her lips as she felt a warm, wet sensation on her lips. She felt a moment of panic then realised it was a kiss and quickly closed her eyes.
Her mind drifted to the deliciously good sensations she was feeling as Lucas' lips connected with hers. She kissed, he kissed. There were no fireworks, but she could feel a parade exploding in her mind as she enjoyed the moment. She wrapped her arms around Lucas' muscular back and pulled him closer, breathing him, loving him.
Their lips disconnected and Freya breathed out softly. Lucas tenderly touched her cheek and whispered, "Um... yeah?" His eyes were half lidded, and he looked as satisfied as Freya's inner voice was.
Freya leaned in and kissed Lucas on the cheek. He grinned and said, "So see you on Monday?"
"Only if you wanna see me." Freya grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car, closing it gently on her way out. "Thanks for the night out."
She then waved goodbye and seemed to float as she went inside.
Rating: A for Annoyingly Awesome
Warning: Okies guys, this is something I wanted to try so long now. Basically it's all my characters in a parallel universe where they're not robots, vampires, werewolves, kitsune, elven rabbits etc and are just ordinary highschool kids... Their personalities and the dynamics of the relationships are similiar to what already I got going and blahblahblah, enjoy.
Disclaimers: Btw, yesh, any similarities between real life are in your head bitches.
Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII-A, VII-B, VIII
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"And the book we're reading this year is 'The Book Thief' set in the World War Two era." Freya rolled her eyes as she heard the vacant groans of the bimbos sitting behind her. She flicked open her course book and placed her headphones on, reading the instructions on the whiteboard. Freya was nursing a headache and Lucas was off volenteering for some cause, which irritated her more than it should. So she didn't turn on her music, but at least it made the other less mature people ignore her.
"Ew, I think that retard touched Garou's hand. Is he gay or something?" Macey sneered, talking with a hush voice, unaware that Freya could hear everything. Freya privately wondered how someone like Macey dare even try taking a subject Freya completely enjoyed.
"I dunno. I heard Evan's got autism or some brain disorder." Macey's equally double digited IQ brained friend laughed at her oh-so unsmart remark.
"Oh ahahaha, no wonder Garou wants to hang out with such a retard. I heard Garou tried killing himself in year nine or something. I wonder how Lucas could hang out with such a weirdo." Macey twirled her hair whilst staring blankly. Her friend snorted and muttered, "Maybe he feels sorry for them."
"Oh my god, no wonder he sits next to HER." Freya gripped her pencil as she felt the urge to jam it up Macey's left nostril.
"Oh, like totally, you're so right. Why else doesn't he want to sit next to you Macey. You're so much prettier and better than that freak. Look at her ancient headphones. Who uses headphones these days?"
"Only HER!" Freya focused on writing her answers, though she found herself stabbing the paper instead as she heard the incessant giggling.
"I heard she dated that nerdy dork. You won't believe how much I laughed. How could someone so ugly and stupid like Freya get a date?"
"And to think she wants someone WAY too good for her like Lucas? HAH! He's so dreamy and beautiful like Stefan Killems. Oh, I love him so much..."
"Oh my god, why don't we study 'Limbo' for English! It's so deep and meaningful!"
"Oh my god, like totally! You have such great ideas Mina!"
"Like thank you Macey!"
Freya turned on her music and decided to drown out the rest of the Nobel prize winning conversation for the rest of the lesson, occasionally looking up to see Evan and Garou sit adorably together.
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Freya slammed her books into her locker and stomped off, feeling like someone put peanut butter into her shoes. Evan and Kit tried waving to her, but the anger she felt was too strong to really act nice.
"Why Freya, how are you--?"
"FUCK OFF PETER!" Freya said, pushing past the tall, ugly haired guy before her. She wasn't in the mood for another sweaty armpit hug.
Ah, behind the school. Freya was not in the mood to deal with anyone, not even if it was...
"Lucas?"
"Freya?" Lucas looked up and walked up to her. Freya felt panic flood her mind as she instinctively stepped back. "What are you doing here?" Freya asked, unsure of what else to say.
Lucas blushed and said, "I forgot I left some of art supplies for the kids, so here I am. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just had English with Macey Cummings."
"Oh. Her." Lucas seemed to shudder slightly. "You know you shouldn't listen to people like her." He touched her cheek softly.
Freya blushed, shivering at the feeling of Lucas' large hands touching her skin. She tried quashing the thought of those hands travelling other places and mumbled, "Thanks Lucas."
"Um hey, afterschool, wanna go see the newest Barry Thatcher movie?" Lucas asked. Freya looked at him and said, "And the recessive Princess gene?"
"Yeah, I noticed you liked the books and definitely no glimmery vampires in this one." Lucas smiled. "I mean, Garou and Evan invited me and I didn't want to be a third wheel. I mean, I'll pay for your ticket and stuff, but I would really like it if you came."
"Um sure..." Freya smiled back as Lucas waved goodbye.
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"My gaaaaaaaawd, Don Beaverly is so cute. Don't you agree Pickle?" Evan asked cheerfully, slipping his hand into Garou's. Garou rolled his eyes and said, "He's a ficticious character Evan, and yesh, I agree." Garou smiled and kissed Evan on the cheek. Evan giggled as he rested his head on Garou's shoulder.
Garou felt his heart race as he felt Evan's head on his chest. He slipped his hand around Evan's waist and softly kissed Evan's cheek, brushing Evan's long hair out of his face. Evan smiled and awkwardly started removing his checkered red hoodie, revealing his dark green t-shirt. Garou noticed it was the same green shirt that clung tightly around Evan's small frame and he blushed at the thought of what he wanted to do.
Evan smiled, and cuddled up next to Garou, his hands snaking their way up Garou's shirt. Garou gasped softly, the intense feel of Evan's hands against his skin sending electricity up his spine. And down there too. Panic flooded Garou's mind as he flinched against Evan's hands and whispered, "Wha--what are you doing?"
Evan kissed Garou lightly on the lips and whispered back, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing..." Another kiss land on his neck and Evan to suckle at the soft flesh as Garou began to grow incredibly lightheaded. It felt incredibly wonderful and Garou couldn't help but whimper softly.
"Oh Evan... Evan..." Garou's pants felt much too tight as Evan slowly dry humped him.
"Will you guys have sex QUIETLY? Don saw that dumbass pawwing Neomiha and he's acting adorable!" Kit clutched his popcornbox as he stared intensely at the screen.
Garou facepalmed and wondered how Evan managed to drag along his friends for this date...
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"Oh Evan... Evan..."
Freya buried her head in her hands as she felt embarassment burn her face. Being completely mortified by her and her crush's best friends moaning was more than a bit mortifying. She felt a hand on her shoulder as Lucas whispered, "You're going to miss the part where Neomiha and Don argue some more. I know you like that pairing."
Freya looked up and Lucas smiled. He held out his box of popcorn and said, "Wanna share?" Freya tried to hide the happy little feeling welling up inside her...
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"I can't believe they cut out the freaking funeral and stuff... The 7th film better make up for it or I'm blogging about it!" Kit declared, but Garou didn't bother listening. He was nursing a very happy feeling he felt as Evan wrapped his arm around Garou and sighed happily. Their hands were touching as Garou tried to will his hand to not sweat and gross out the shorter guy next to him.
Evan craned his neck to kiss Garou, but Garou felt panic flood his mind when he saw a group of slightly older guys walking by, most likely from some bonehead sporting match. With a tinge of shame Garou let his hand drop to his side and looked away from Evan, hating himself completely for doing so.
"Hey pickle, why did you...?" Evan began but trailed off as he saw Garou fume embarassedly and the laughing radiating from the group of guys.
Garou felt insanely horrid and just wanted to run away from everything. The guilt hack away at his insides, like when you eat too much Mexican food and struggling to find a toilet, as you fart and stink up the place. Garou felt his eyes sting and wiped at them bitterly, ignoring his concerned friends' voices. He felt so... so... alone surrounded by so much.
Before his mind could implode, he felt a tight hug and Evan's head leaning against his back.
"Don't be sad Pickle. I get that it's scary.... being like this when everyone are such.... turds." Garou felt the vibrations from Evan and shivered slightly as Evan held him tighter. Garou shifted around and lightly touched Evan's chin, tilting his head so Garou could see those beautiful green eyes that seemed to make the shitty indoor lighting seem as magical as the sunrise. Garou wished his dark blue eyes were a bit more intense and felt so hateful of himself.
Garou leaned in so their foreheads touched and whispered, "But I like being like this with you. With you... I just feel... better."
"Me too." Evan whispered, his eyes welling up.
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Freya watched those two with a sappy, glowing feeling with just... yet a tinge of envy. She could barely breathe with the fact her crush was standing beside her while her best friend was experiencing the best moments of his life. Lucas wasn't merely just a crush to her actually. Freya had some pretty different sorts of crushes, but Lucas felt to be something different entirely. She felt something uniquely intense whenever she was with him, yet she could be herself at times with him and never feel judged for it. Lucas certainly was a step up from her previous flame.
"Uh oh, Ice Queen is coming. Careful Freya, your shoulder will get iceburn." Kit muttered, tapping her shoulder and ignoring the happy couple.
Freya spun around and felt her heart fall out of her butt. It was Kurt. She inwardly groaned as she remembered their messy break up and the very bitterness Kurt had inflicted upon her poor soul with his petty guilt trips, his annoying passive agressiveness and his poor attempts to do anything. Well, Freya thought looking at his thighs, it was hard to do ANYTHING with an ass like that.
"HEY KURTIS! HOW YA DOING?" Kit screamed waving madly, but Kurt glared at him and dashed off, in fear of recieving a non asshole disease if he stayed near Freya too long. Freya smacked Kit on the shoulder as he giggled madly. Lucas merely stared sternly at the now-VERY-empty-thigh-free space that Kurt had been occupying and asked, "Why was that guy so rude?"
Freya buried her head in her hands as Kit said in a singsong voice, "Old flames burn the mostest~!"
"So... Freya and him...?" Lucas looked at Freya sadly.
"I SWEAR HIS THIGHS WEREN'T SO PUDGEY BACK THEN!" Freya said, panic taking control of the volumne of her voice. She blushed and looked away from Lucas. She felt like dying right there and tried not to sniff back a tear. She totally failed in that regard. She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap themselves around her and she broke down. She cried as she rubbed her face against the firm, beautifully sculpted chest of Lucas and felt so embarassed that her crush is trying to comfort her whilst she felt up his manly abs. Well, Kurt never did do things like that. Or had abs.
But there she was, being held by the man of her dreams, feeling his abs and basking in the moment. Is this what those literary heroines felt when Mr Darcy held Elizabeth or Mr Wentworth or whoever else was the forerunner for Gary Stu dom comforted their lovers? Because Freya definitely enjoyed feeling this.
"Like, oh my holy Dog. Lucas, why are you holding such a WHORE?" Freya didn't look up but she recognised Macey's insipid nasally voice.
"Lucas rather hold my best friend rather than touch your SAGGY TITS MACEY!" Kit shouted back.
Freya felt Lucas stumble away as Macey used her poorly painted talons to cling onto that piece of beauty. Freya felt sorta empty.
"Oh haha Kit! Lucas is in love with someone sexier than your nerdy, frumpy friend anyways. Look at how happy he is to see me!" Macey said, digging her talons into his arm, her nose wrinkling with pure glee.
Freya glanced at Lucas, who looked like he was comtemplating on charging Macey with sex assault to his arm or flinging her across the carpark. He chose to look pleadingly at Freya.
"Look at him Macey! He rather stick his dick in his oven than touch you!"
"Oh yeah?! Lukie wookie, who would you rather pick? Me! The most beautiful, popular girl in school, or your faggot friend's creature of a sister?!" Macey said rather smugly, squeezing her arms together to show her VERY lopsided cleavage to a mortified Lucas.
Lucas stared at Macey. "Did you call my best friend a faggot?" Lucas asked dangerously. Macey giggled and said, "Oh! Me and Mina think you should ditch that homo since he's fucking that autistic retard or whatever. Look at how gross they are! They're like kissing under that lamp post! Like ewwww."
"You asked Garou out, didn't you?" Kit said smirkingly.
"Yeah, but that was before I found out how queer he was!"
"Get the fuck out Macey. Before I do something I regret." Lucas said quietly. Macey gasped dramatically and mumbled, "But you shouldn't being hanging out with such losers...."
"Those losers? They're my friends!" Lucas shifted closer to Freya and held her hand. "They are much more smarter and more beautiful than what you ever could amount to!"
"Well FINE! Don't fucking come hang out with me anymore! Hang out with your retarded year 11 freaks." Macey screeched and tried to stomp out gracefully if it weren't for the fact her highheel broke as Kit laughed at her stupidity.
Freya looked up at Lucas and said, "Um... you could... you can let go of my hands now." Lucas blushed and reluctantly let their hands disconnect.
"Whoa. What the shit happened here?" Garou asked, his hand holding Evan's slightly.
Lucas hunched up his shoulders and said, "I'll tell you guys in the car."
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"Well, here's your house." Lucas mumbled, turning the engine off. Garou and Evan made a hasty beeline for their house and Kit had gleefully thanked Lucas for driving him home. So here was Freya in the front seat of Lucas' car.
Freya could feel the silence almost suffocate her so she asked, "Um... Are you really going to ditch your year 12 friends?" Lucas sighed and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.
"I'm just so tired of them. Asides from Garou, they're always telling me to do this or be that or stop being so smart or whatever."
"Then how come you've hung out with them so long?"
"Because I never realised friends could be better." Lucas mumbled, shifting in his seat. Freya glanced at Lucas as she fumbled with his hands. So many thoughts ran through her head but she decided to press on.
"Who made you realise that?"
"You." Lucas looked up and Freya felt so vunerable right then, sitting in a car alone with a guy. A really handsome and wonderful guy at that, but she was feeling a flood of emotions that she had absolutely no idea what to do with and she was frightened. So what did she do?
"Why do I do that?" She asked pathetically.
"Because Freya... I always thought you were just Garou's lil sis, but you're not. Ever since I came to visit Garou a lot more, I began to see you a bit differently. You weren't just a younger kid to me anymore. You have such interesting thoughts, and you're so amazing with how you see the world and just... I want to be myself. And you don't seem to hate the real me."
"Oh." Freya blushed but shifted closer. "Am I just a friend?"
Lucas removed his seat belt and leaned his arm above Freya's headrest. Freya could hear Lucas breathing heavily and swore she could feel his heartbeat. Or was it just her own heart, practically working overtime? Freya just stared into Lucas' warm hazel eyes and and leaned in. She removed her own seatbelt and shifted closer. Oh god, she could feel his body heat from here. Think undirty thoughts. Think undirty thoughts. Macey's nose falling off. Kit attacked by pigeons. Kurt's thighs.
"Freya?" Lucas whispered. Freya snapped back to reality, glad to focus other than fatty man thighs.
"Lucas? I... I kinda like you..."
"I hope then you won't hate me for this."
Lucas arms slide down the seat back and wrapped themselves around Freya. They pulled her close and Freya felt Lucas' breath on her lips as she felt a warm, wet sensation on her lips. She felt a moment of panic then realised it was a kiss and quickly closed her eyes.
Her mind drifted to the deliciously good sensations she was feeling as Lucas' lips connected with hers. She kissed, he kissed. There were no fireworks, but she could feel a parade exploding in her mind as she enjoyed the moment. She wrapped her arms around Lucas' muscular back and pulled him closer, breathing him, loving him.
Their lips disconnected and Freya breathed out softly. Lucas tenderly touched her cheek and whispered, "Um... yeah?" His eyes were half lidded, and he looked as satisfied as Freya's inner voice was.
Freya leaned in and kissed Lucas on the cheek. He grinned and said, "So see you on Monday?"
"Only if you wanna see me." Freya grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car, closing it gently on her way out. "Thanks for the night out."
She then waved goodbye and seemed to float as she went inside.
