Never Mind About The Shape I'm In
Not In That Way
I promised you Rikey. Sorry it's not smutty, but I don't think of them that way. Sorry again for the innocence, but I give the best Rikey I can muster. Thanks for reading guys and gals. Trophy boys and trophy wives. Enjoy!
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I headed to my locker slower than everyone else. Ray and I have chem class together, but he must have ditched again. If I'm as good a boyfriend as I aim to be I'd know why he's been so... not Ray-like lately. I'll ask him why he's been acting wierd tonight. Gee's going to a thing with Frank, so I have the place to myself. Most likely all night it being a Friday.
When I reached my locker I grabbed my back pack and filled it with homework and supplies and stuff. I conviently forgot it was lunch break. I'd never skipped a class, but you've gotta start sometime. Gee will be disappointed if he finds out, but I never do anything for myself. I basically became everyone's care taker and moral advisor because I'm "straight edge".
I headed for the front exit since people are going outside to eat lunch and I don't look too suspicious.
I do immoral things sometimes. I asked Gee to do my art project. He refused, but the point is I asked. It was due tomorrow and I had to "express my view of the world" and "depict society and/or nature through my lens of imagination". I don't get that. I'll just draw some crappy flowers and trees. Gerard is the artist. He could help me out with this one project. I can't afford another unfinished assignment. Art is the one class I'm not too hot at.
As soon as I stepped out side the school building, I saw Ray craddling his guitar with his pick between his teeth, slumped under the shade of the tree he and Frank called theirs.
Was I jealous that they bonded over plants?
Yes, but he seems happy when they talk about it, so I'll just have to get over it.
I loved him. The minute I saw him I knew I did. He's perfect.
His voice and his laugh. His understanding nature and comforting arms. His amazing guitar skills and his gentle yet sharp features. His beauty is precision. If anything was different it would be like ruining a Picasso.
He loved to practice here during lunch and sometimes chemistry. Under that tree.
I watched him play and run his hands through his hair. It was... mesmerizing. I watched and noticed every quirk in his seamless character. It was hot. Why? I don't know, but I couldn't look away. Everything I feel for him has no need for explanation.
His mello attitude as everyone scrambles around to find their friends. Some to ditch and just get away from the stress of school. Bask in the weekend. Some to get to the pizza palace and back before next period. He was focused on whatever he was playing. It was hot... but I can't voice that opion.
Sure, Ray is my boyfriend.
Sure, we've been dating for 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.
Sure, I find Ray dangerously attractive.
Ray doesn't like me that way. Or at least he doesn't act like it.
The furthest we've gone is second base and he was drunk off his ass.
Why doesn't he want me? I can't be that ugly. I'm sure he has urges... He's a teenage guy!
I snapped out of my thoughts when Ray saw me and waved me over.
I walked over. When I was less that a foot away I sat criss-cross applesause. I pulled my backpack off then rested my chin on my hand and my elbow on my thigh.
"Hey Ray." I don't understand him. I'm not that ugly. Right?
"What's wrong Mikey?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Your face." I try to make my face look normal. I've mastered looking stoic over the years, but lately I've been slipping.
"Nothing's wrong." I lied
"Why do you have your backpack at lunch then?" He looked me dead in the eyes and I felt my stomach drop.
Lie Mikey. You have to lie. I thought.
It's not like I can tell him 'I'm ditchin'. '
" It's lunch?" I faked confusion." I thought school was over." I'm so sorry for lying Ray.
"It's not, so let's eat." He believed me. I smirk unintentionally. I lied so much in this two minute conversation and he didn't notice a thing. Or did he? I'm just paranoid. Or am I? Ugh. This is why I try not to lie. It stresses me out.
We head back in, stopping by my locker to dump my crap and grab my lunch. We then go to the music room where Ray drops off his guitar and books, seeing as he has music theory after lunch. When we reach the cafeteria me and Ray find seats with Bob, Gee, Bendon, Ryan, Chris and Pete. Ray steals half of Bob's sandwich and I get up to grab a drink from the vending machine.
After I insert a dollar and a quarter, I punch the button for Coke Zero.
I return to the table and find I'm not at all that interested in the conversation and let my eyes wander. I'll be forced to return to this hell hole 5 days a week for another year and a half. Frank and Gee are almost out. The rest of us have a year without them. Without Frank whose going to make everything hilarious.
Seriously! On his first day, he was shoved against a locker by Andy. Hard. All he did was make a joke about liking it rough. Everyone within a 10 foot radius laughed their asses off. Being gay wasn't really a problem here, but people still hardly come out. I don't know why Andy picked on Frank his first week. He's gay, too. Or I think he his. Whatever, that's not my problem. I mean it's not a problem, but it has nothing to do with me. I just-
My mouth hit the floor. Why's Andy holding Frank? Bob and Gee are gonna flip.
Frank's looking at me like "Get over here and fucking do something?!"
Frank tries to get away, but Andy holds him by the shoulders iron grip. Shit -pardon my language- he needs help.
I tap Bob on the shoulder. He'll do something about this. Gee would go over there and argue like that other kid, but Bob-
Other kid? Who's he? Whatever. At least he's trying to help Frank out.
"What Mikey?" Bob says strangely enthusiastic. He's been really happy today. Like unnervingly happy.
"Frank's in trouble." I point my finger at the situation. Bob's eyes follow my finger. He clenches his fist and his eyes fill with rage. He taps Pete.
"Let's go."
"No man. I'm not finished eating."
I'll shove that grilled cheese up your ass Wentz, I thought.
Instead of being rude to Pete, I just hop up and make my over to Frank, Andy, and a random kid trying to do the same thing I'm trying to do. Help Frank.
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I headed to my locker slower than everyone else. Ray and I have chem class together, but he must have ditched again. If I'm as good a boyfriend as I aim to be I'd know why he's been so... not Ray-like lately. I'll ask him why he's been acting wierd tonight. Gee's going to a thing with Frank, so I have the place to myself. Most likely all night it being a Friday.
When I reached my locker I grabbed my back pack and filled it with homework and supplies and stuff. I conviently forgot it was lunch break. I'd never skipped a class, but you've gotta start sometime. Gee will be disappointed if he finds out, but I never do anything for myself. I basically became everyone's care taker and moral advisor because I'm "straight edge".
I headed for the front exit since people are going outside to eat lunch and I don't look too suspicious.
I do immoral things sometimes. I asked Gee to do my art project. He refused, but the point is I asked. It was due tomorrow and I had to "express my view of the world" and "depict society and/or nature through my lens of imagination". I don't get that. I'll just draw some crappy flowers and trees. Gerard is the artist. He could help me out with this one project. I can't afford another unfinished assignment. Art is the one class I'm not too hot at.
As soon as I stepped out side the school building, I saw Ray craddling his guitar with his pick between his teeth, slumped under the shade of the tree he and Frank called theirs.
Was I jealous that they bonded over plants?
Yes, but he seems happy when they talk about it, so I'll just have to get over it.
I loved him. The minute I saw him I knew I did. He's perfect.
His voice and his laugh. His understanding nature and comforting arms. His amazing guitar skills and his gentle yet sharp features. His beauty is precision. If anything was different it would be like ruining a Picasso.
He loved to practice here during lunch and sometimes chemistry. Under that tree.
I watched him play and run his hands through his hair. It was... mesmerizing. I watched and noticed every quirk in his seamless character. It was hot. Why? I don't know, but I couldn't look away. Everything I feel for him has no need for explanation.
His mello attitude as everyone scrambles around to find their friends. Some to ditch and just get away from the stress of school. Bask in the weekend. Some to get to the pizza palace and back before next period. He was focused on whatever he was playing. It was hot... but I can't voice that opion.
Sure, Ray is my boyfriend.
Sure, we've been dating for 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.
Sure, I find Ray dangerously attractive.
Ray doesn't like me that way. Or at least he doesn't act like it.
The furthest we've gone is second base and he was drunk off his ass.
Why doesn't he want me? I can't be that ugly. I'm sure he has urges... He's a teenage guy!
I snapped out of my thoughts when Ray saw me and waved me over.
I walked over. When I was less that a foot away I sat criss-cross applesause. I pulled my backpack off then rested my chin on my hand and my elbow on my thigh.
"Hey Ray." I don't understand him. I'm not that ugly. Right?
"What's wrong Mikey?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Your face." I try to make my face look normal. I've mastered looking stoic over the years, but lately I've been slipping.
"Nothing's wrong." I lied
"Why do you have your backpack at lunch then?" He looked me dead in the eyes and I felt my stomach drop.
Lie Mikey. You have to lie. I thought.
It's not like I can tell him 'I'm ditchin'. '
" It's lunch?" I faked confusion." I thought school was over." I'm so sorry for lying Ray.
"It's not, so let's eat." He believed me. I smirk unintentionally. I lied so much in this two minute conversation and he didn't notice a thing. Or did he? I'm just paranoid. Or am I? Ugh. This is why I try not to lie. It stresses me out.
We head back in, stopping by my locker to dump my crap and grab my lunch. We then go to the music room where Ray drops off his guitar and books, seeing as he has music theory after lunch. When we reach the cafeteria me and Ray find seats with Bob, Gee, Bendon, Ryan, Chris and Pete. Ray steals half of Bob's sandwich and I get up to grab a drink from the vending machine.
After I insert a dollar and a quarter, I punch the button for Coke Zero.
I return to the table and find I'm not at all that interested in the conversation and let my eyes wander. I'll be forced to return to this hell hole 5 days a week for another year and a half. Frank and Gee are almost out. The rest of us have a year without them. Without Frank whose going to make everything hilarious.
Seriously! On his first day, he was shoved against a locker by Andy. Hard. All he did was make a joke about liking it rough. Everyone within a 10 foot radius laughed their asses off. Being gay wasn't really a problem here, but people still hardly come out. I don't know why Andy picked on Frank his first week. He's gay, too. Or I think he his. Whatever, that's not my problem. I mean it's not a problem, but it has nothing to do with me. I just-
My mouth hit the floor. Why's Andy holding Frank? Bob and Gee are gonna flip.
Frank's looking at me like "Get over here and fucking do something?!"
Frank tries to get away, but Andy holds him by the shoulders iron grip. Shit -pardon my language- he needs help.
I tap Bob on the shoulder. He'll do something about this. Gee would go over there and argue like that other kid, but Bob-
Other kid? Who's he? Whatever. At least he's trying to help Frank out.
"What Mikey?" Bob says strangely enthusiastic. He's been really happy today. Like unnervingly happy.
"Frank's in trouble." I point my finger at the situation. Bob's eyes follow my finger. He clenches his fist and his eyes fill with rage. He taps Pete.
"Let's go."
"No man. I'm not finished eating."
I'll shove that grilled cheese up your ass Wentz, I thought.
Instead of being rude to Pete, I just hop up and make my over to Frank, Andy, and a random kid trying to do the same thing I'm trying to do. Help Frank.
Notes
Comment, please. Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
Sorry I haven't update in a while. I've had writer's block. I still do and I'm so sorry if this is a sucky chapter. I didn't want to write mushy Rikey, so...get this. I didn't. I didn't want to write smutty Rikey, so... SUPRISE! I didn't.
Comment guys and gals. I love to know what you're thinking when you read this and since I'm not a mind-reader I use comments because I am a comment-reader.
Thanks everyone! If you've read this far, you've supported me more than my best friend. (I'm talking you Aviator!)
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Sweetest of x's and tightest of o' s
TheKeymaker
6/16/15