So I've just started my shift at the bookstore, and suddenly there he is. Just like that. Out of all the times I've seen him I've never said anything. And this time, I'm talking to him. I see him in the most random places. Last time was a hole-in-the-wall CD store where I get my Nine Inch Nails cheap. The slutbag behind the counter was flirting shamelessly, flipping her hair and flashing shocking white teeth behind bubble gum pink lips. He'd just leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, making the smile fall off her face like a wet rag. He simply picked up the plastic bag off the counter and left, smile never fading. All the times before that I'd had better chances to make a move. But what did I do? Not a fucking thing. I'd seen him at a coffee shop, flipping through some magazine, a paper cup in one hand. I'd been sitting a table away. Could've chatted. Could've given him my number. But I just finished my coffee and walked off. My fucking tail between my fucking legs. I'm not letting him get away this time. He's sitting there like usual. His hair is unnaturally shiny. This makes the chipped black nail polish stand out even more. His red shirt sets off his striking green eyes, like two pools of emerald. I just want to drown in them, screaming for breath while I suffocate. There's a little green crystal dangling from his neck, which he's currently toying with and scanning over a rack of manga. Dallas snapped me out of my staring by shouting that there was a customer in the manga. No shit. Personally I'd rather continue leaning against the register, my eyes glazed over with infatuation, my nails digging into my arm. Seeing as my plan is to talk to him, and he is merely a few aisles away, I jump up and slide off the counter and head over. He's squinting at the titles now, looking through the Bs intently while drumming his fingers against his leg. "Er, need any help?" He looks up at me with those shining emeralds. Oh dear... "Yeah, do you have any copies of But, I'm Y♥ur Teacher?" "Just let me check in the back." I scurry off into the storeroom and look through the box labeled 'A-B MANGA'. Absolute Boyfriend And then, when the time for conversation is nothing short of perfect, this group of three ridiculously giggly girls has surrounded him, one of which is totally eyeing him up. Damnit. In the time it takes me to find a nice little hiding place behind the mystery novels the girl has already begun flirting and is totally trying to get him to come home with her tonight. Must this always happen? "So cutie, I didn't catch your name." Ugh, gag me. "I didn't say it." Nice comeback. And what does she do? Giggle. "Look, I'll just get to the point. You, me, date. What do you think?" "I think that you are bothering me and that your intentions go further than just a date. Your aura is dark and intense. Lusty. I'm not up for that." She gives him this 'what a freak' look and goes back to her friends. That's when I realize I've been standing here watching the whole thing with his book in my hands. I think that ranks a three on the dumbass meter. The girls are gone now, chatting about some chick flick they saw over the weekend. I walk back over to him while scanning over the book. "Yaoi, huh?" I say as I hand it to him. "I have an entire collection." "Anything else you need?" "No thanks, I'm all set." C'mon, conversation Bloom. "So, live around here?" He zips the crystal back and forth on its chain. "My origins are here." Okay, cryptic much? "What about school?" Now his eyes light up. "Yeah. The one where you can sleep all day and dance naked by firelight, feast on ocean breezes and the perfume of spring flowers, and howl at the full moon. Sound inviting?" "When can I enroll?" He sticks his hand out, "Name of Shaant," then he laughs this wild elven laughter, withdrawing his hand before I can shake it. "I'm Derek." "It's superb to meet you Derek." Superb. I think I'm in love.
Beyond My Touch
Alone In My King's Harem
Bingo. But, I'm Y♥ur Teacher
Besides the three giggling girls and Shaant there isn't much more business the rest of the afternoon. Shaant and I end up talking most of the time and it turns out I like him more than I thought. Apparently his 'origins' are his great-great-grandmother who was a Romany. He finished up explaining the plot of Only The Ring Finger Knows to me and suddenly starts with that wild beautiful laughter.
"So, want to spend some time together? Your aura is much clearer than that girl's. I can see you have no bad intentions."
Okay, so he's a little eccentric. I can live with that.
"Sure. Anywhere you feel like going?"
His eyes light up like he's a little kid in a candy store. "The witches graveyard? Could we Derek? I could show you my gran's marker. She was the last one to ever be buried there."
This kid sure is one of a kind. Eh, why not? I've wanted to visit that place for a while.
"Okay. Err, just let me give Dallas the current info and then we'll go."
I hurry into the sci-fi novels and tell Dallas what's going on and he lets me go and tells Jon to take my place. He knows I've been having a dry spell with dating lately. When I return to the counter Shaant's got this messenger bag slung over his shoulder and is shoving a bottle of something into it.
"Are you ready Derek?"
And he looks at me with those entrancing eyes, right into mine, like he actually gives a damn about me. Well, can't say no to that.
"Yeah, my truck's right outside. Let's go."
We head out to my truck and hop in. My foot's barely touched the pedal before we're talking about everything from Begoths dolls to Cheez Doodles. And the whole time he's just so sincere. Unlike any guy I've ever been with.
"So, are all your roots in Salem?"
"I guess. Most of my family lives here, even my cousins."
He sighs and gazes out of the window at the trees we pass, their red and gold leaves gleaming with afternoon sunlight.
"Must be nice, knowing where you're from. The farthest back I can trace is my great-great-grandmother. Oh, there it is!"
Ahead of us lay a small graveyard, but it seemed more like a field of wildflowers. As soon as the car was in park Shaant was out the door and beckoning me along.
"C'mon! Her marker's one of the best here. I take good care of it."
Never in my eighteen years of existence did I think I'd be following a drop dead gorgeous boy into a witch graveyard. Okay, so maybe the graveyard part. We're in fucking Salem. He's still ahead of me, so I have time to let everything sink in. Along with all the flowers and herbs some of the graves had little odds and ends lain on them. Crystals, amulets, satchels and vials of Lord knows what, and old photographs.
Shaant is standing next to one painted navy blue with silver lettering that reads 'Alexa' in Old English style. He's got lavender and hyacinths and Queen Anne's Lace planted near it and little satchels of whatever laid around it.
"She was eighty-seven. Everyone said she looked like she was thirty-two. I even have one of her old journals. Isn't it beautiful Derek?"
Actually, it's pretty amazing.
"Yeah Shaant. It's wonderful.
Now, I swear the Energizer Bunny lives within this kid, because as soon as those words have left my mouth he's sprinting over to a group of less fancy markers and waving me over. Here most of the markers are simple undecorated wood with different colored ribbons and numbers painted on them rather than names.
"This is what happens when you have no roots Derek. Just another number."
And suddenly he grabs my hands and holds them up between us. "Promise me you won't let me become another number Derek."
Oh, the sincerity in his voice. It's too much for me.
"I promise Shaant."
"Thank you Derek. Thank you."
He leans in and kisses me on the mouth.
And I'm just thinking about how amazing this is. In the middle of all these graves and flowers with no one but us around. After he breaks away he swirls around with his arms in the air and inhales.
"Can you feel them Derek? They're everywhere. So lost...You and me, we can fix it Derek. Show them the way."
"How?"
"I want to be with you. Experience your life, your roots."
Okay, so I brought him back to my house. I'm feeling good about this, like I'm supposed to be doing this. We go inside and I ask him what all he wants to see. He says my bedroom. Once we're in there he skates across the floor barefoot over to the window. I follow him and he grabs my hands and spins us around and then brings us close.
"You're truly amazing Derek. Someday you'll be able to clear away all the glitter and glamour of everyday life and you'll be left with all these simply smashing ideas. You'll be an intelligent and harvesting young man. But right now Derek, you're my destiny."
He kisses my hands and hugs me. I just can't help wanting to stay like this forever. Just standing here with his warm arms around me. Am I turning into a softie or what?
"Something the matter?"
Oh, I've been silent this whole time. Stupid...
"It's just...no one's ever talked to me like that before. Ugh, that sounded so corny."
"No Derek, it sounded true to your heart," he grabs my hands again, "Honestly."
And I just smile. As he flops down on my bed and tells me how the karmic balance is perfect, I smile.
And now he's rolling around, telling me how brilliantly blue and yellow everything is, even though the room is green and grey. Then suddenly he stops and stands up on his knees. "Drink me up Derek, and make this mine. My roots in the soil. Please."
What?
He jumps up and latches onto me, attaching his lips to mine and pulling me on top of him on the bed.
He works my shirt off slowly while he nibbles at my ear and then runs his hands over my chest. People usually tell me I'm far too skinny, but right now I could not be prouder of my body. He's currently focused on unbuttoning my jeans, bringing them down with my boxers. And now here I am, completely exposed while he explores every inch, every crevice of my body with his hands and mouth.
Now he's up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his body inch by inch. After that he moves his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it so slowly I'm about to lose it. He throws it to the side and blows me a kiss. The pants he wastes no time with.
Oh dear Lord, no boxers.
I lean back as he lays his body on top of mine. No guy's ever been like this with me before, so slow and considerate of everything.
"You're amazing Derek," he purrs and leans into my shoulder, where he roughly bites down. I moan as his teeth sink into the skin. And now he's grinding down on my hips, driving me in-fucking-sane. Before I can even think about who's going to take, he thrusts in.
And oh, I go soaring off into silver-blue fantasy. It feels soooo good.
"Oh Shaant..."
He smiles and pulls out nearly all the way, then rams back in at a different angle. I'm about to explode with pleasure. He's grinning like mad, and throws his head back, whispering my name. Hits my spot dead fucking on.
"Holy hell Shaant."
"Do I please you Derek?" He's laughing. His eyes are shining with lust.
"Y-yes."
As all this is happening, I don't worry about things like I normally have to. Someone walking in, waking someone up, leaving the curtains open. It's just us, bodies as one, with nothing to disturb it. Fucking perfect...
He lays down next to me, body slick with sweat, eyes shining. "You're so wondrous Derek. We were fated to meet, you and I."
A buzzing breaks my perfect moment and he leans over and pecks me on the cheek before leaning over to dig around in that big ass messenger bag for his cell phone.
"Hey. No, just setting time with a friend. Sure, sounds wondrous. I'll be there in no time. Bye."
He hangs up and grabs for his clothes. Now, I swear I'm cursed, because there is no way the guy that I just had sex with, that I'd been staring at this entire morning, that made me practically stumble over my words, is going to just up and leave after he's had me.
"W-what's going on? Where are you going?"
A smile, that same smile he gave that girl at the music store, adorns his face and he leans in close to my ear and wishes me a spiritually enlightened life.
And then he walks right out of it.
Hold My Heart And See That It Bleeds
One-shots are like CRACK to me now.
Do you guys know how much I absolutely LOVE old school Sum 41?
