Style Doesn’t Matter When You’re On Your Knees [11]
Title: Style Doesn’t Matter When You’re On Your Knees/Corduroy Boy
Rating: PG
Summary: You were no longer alone.
A/N: Long time, no update.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
It was a long, quiet, and cold walk into the woods. The shock of an intruder to the group kept the boys silent and defensive, allowing you some time to think over the current situation. Your normal behavior would have immediately dismissed this frail, delicate excuse for a boy upon first contact, but your instincts wouldn’t allow you to let go. Even before you knew who he was, you were drawn to him. Horoscopes and destiny were just useless words in the back of the newspaper that your mom skimmed over while drinking her coffee in the morning, but surely the force that was keeping you attached had something to do with it?
You could see the dark opening between the greenery coming up in your peripheral, so you turned to Joe and broke the stillness of the last twenty minutes.
“Got a lighter and some fluid?”
“Never leave the house without it,” Joe claimed proudly.
“That’s my boy, always prepared.”
You switched your gaze over to Patrick, who returned your look with a sideways grin.
You pulled your car keys out of your pocket, and pressed down on the tiny flashlight keychain. You remembered where you got it. It was at a bank, while you were waiting for your mom to cash her paycheck. You lead the boys through the short path of brush and leaves, to a semi circle of logs around a small pit, perfect for a small group to sit on. Andy and Dirty wandered off into one side of the woods, Joe the other, off to find small twigs and pines to burn in the fire. You sat down on the smallest log, and motioned for Patrick to come and join you.
He sat with no reluctance, and you looked down at your feet thinking of what to say next. You could hear his short, gliding breaths carried out into the breeze, and your teeth began to chatter.
“Cold?” he asked, with that same concerned look in his eyes.
“Yeah kinda,” you answered, looking back down at the chilly ground below your sneakers.
“Here, take my jacket.”
He slipped it off and placed it around your shoulders too quickly for you to stop him. Before releasing his grip from your back, he gave you a quick comforting squeeze and returned to your side.
“Better?”
“Yeah, thanks. But you didn’t have to do that. You’re gonna freeze now, it’s way to cold for you not to wear a jacket,” you voiced to him, as your hands shook.
“Don’t worry about it, fire’s coming,” he said just as the other three of the group walked back into the clearing.
It was really dark, and you could barely see anything; you were hoping your friends couldn’t either. You were sure you felt something warm travel over and rest upon your hand. You didn’t move it. It was perfect.
The boys dropped their scraps into the pit, and you could hear Joe squirting lighter fluid out of the bottle. Within a couple of seconds, the woods were glowing around you from the brightness of the fire. You looked down on the log, and there was your hand, shaking. The warming hand returned to Patrick’s lap, entwined with the other, thumbs nervously circling each other.
Everything remained quiet for a good ten minutes, until Andy pulled out a clear glass bottle, took a swig, and passed it around the circle. The three others took it amongst themselves to make a sort of open huddle, muttering and pointing in yours and Patrick’s direction. You took your turn at the bottle yourself, and attempted to pass it on to the boy, but he simply grabbed it by the neck and swiveled it into the dirt. He looked back up into the sky, smiled, and met your eyes with a twinkle and what you could have sworn was a wink.
“The fire needs more wood,” he said, as he rose and walked off through crisscrossed branches and leaves.
You gazed over to Andy, Joe, and Dirty, who clearly didn’t notice anything on your side of the clearing. They were laughing and drawing unseen shapes in the dirt with stray branches. Then you looked into the fire, which was burning as brightly as when it started. More wood was the last thing it needed. You rose as quietly as you could manage, and swiftly followed the trail that the corduroy boy just carved through the thickly overgrown trees.
Your flashlight shone vividly through the greenery, reflecting off drops of water and frost in all directions. You stopped for a moment, listening for any sign of movement, and heard nothing.
“Where did he go?” you found yourself asking out loud.
You started to feel uncomfortably nervous. You panicked for a split second, but then looked up at the sky, and calm filled your body. Amongst the baby lit flecks in the blackness above, one bright pulsating star caught your eye. It seemed to be directly above the woods you were in, just a ways to the left of where you were standing. You turned, and almost glided through the trees into a second, smaller clearing you had never come across before. Dead center was Patrick, sitting on one of a pair of flat petite rocks, directly below the brightest star in the sky. He continued to keep his gaze on the sky, even as you sat down beside him.
You removed his jacket from yourself, in response to his shudder, placing it snuggly over his back.
“You know what they say for me?”
“What?” you asked; utterly confused.
“The stars,” he stated, matter-of-factly. “They tell me not to hide from myself. They tell me that if I don’t stay true to myself in life, then I will never truly live. Pain is a negative, but is a necessity in life.”
“Wow.” That was all you could think to say. You couldn’t help but admire the fact that someone could be brave enough, and strong enough to open up to another breathing soul like that.
“What do they say for you?” he asked, a sense of curiosity and sincerity in his voice.
As much as this night with this boy had left you finding yourself in positions you would never normally be in, and places you would never allow yourself to go, and portraying a character you never knew you had inside of you, you just couldn’t. No one could make you ready for this, no matter how right the moment felt. You got up quickly and forcefully, and started to frantically trudge back through the forest alone, when you felt a calm hand grasp your wrist. You walked the rest of the way back to the clearing shoulder to shoulder with a boy you barely knew, but you had never felt so safe with a stranger, ever.
You were no longer alone.
Rating: PG
Summary: You were no longer alone.
A/N: Long time, no update.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
It was a long, quiet, and cold walk into the woods. The shock of an intruder to the group kept the boys silent and defensive, allowing you some time to think over the current situation. Your normal behavior would have immediately dismissed this frail, delicate excuse for a boy upon first contact, but your instincts wouldn’t allow you to let go. Even before you knew who he was, you were drawn to him. Horoscopes and destiny were just useless words in the back of the newspaper that your mom skimmed over while drinking her coffee in the morning, but surely the force that was keeping you attached had something to do with it?
You could see the dark opening between the greenery coming up in your peripheral, so you turned to Joe and broke the stillness of the last twenty minutes.
“Got a lighter and some fluid?”
“Never leave the house without it,” Joe claimed proudly.
“That’s my boy, always prepared.”
You switched your gaze over to Patrick, who returned your look with a sideways grin.
You pulled your car keys out of your pocket, and pressed down on the tiny flashlight keychain. You remembered where you got it. It was at a bank, while you were waiting for your mom to cash her paycheck. You lead the boys through the short path of brush and leaves, to a semi circle of logs around a small pit, perfect for a small group to sit on. Andy and Dirty wandered off into one side of the woods, Joe the other, off to find small twigs and pines to burn in the fire. You sat down on the smallest log, and motioned for Patrick to come and join you.
He sat with no reluctance, and you looked down at your feet thinking of what to say next. You could hear his short, gliding breaths carried out into the breeze, and your teeth began to chatter.
“Cold?” he asked, with that same concerned look in his eyes.
“Yeah kinda,” you answered, looking back down at the chilly ground below your sneakers.
“Here, take my jacket.”
He slipped it off and placed it around your shoulders too quickly for you to stop him. Before releasing his grip from your back, he gave you a quick comforting squeeze and returned to your side.
“Better?”
“Yeah, thanks. But you didn’t have to do that. You’re gonna freeze now, it’s way to cold for you not to wear a jacket,” you voiced to him, as your hands shook.
“Don’t worry about it, fire’s coming,” he said just as the other three of the group walked back into the clearing.
It was really dark, and you could barely see anything; you were hoping your friends couldn’t either. You were sure you felt something warm travel over and rest upon your hand. You didn’t move it. It was perfect.
The boys dropped their scraps into the pit, and you could hear Joe squirting lighter fluid out of the bottle. Within a couple of seconds, the woods were glowing around you from the brightness of the fire. You looked down on the log, and there was your hand, shaking. The warming hand returned to Patrick’s lap, entwined with the other, thumbs nervously circling each other.
Everything remained quiet for a good ten minutes, until Andy pulled out a clear glass bottle, took a swig, and passed it around the circle. The three others took it amongst themselves to make a sort of open huddle, muttering and pointing in yours and Patrick’s direction. You took your turn at the bottle yourself, and attempted to pass it on to the boy, but he simply grabbed it by the neck and swiveled it into the dirt. He looked back up into the sky, smiled, and met your eyes with a twinkle and what you could have sworn was a wink.
“The fire needs more wood,” he said, as he rose and walked off through crisscrossed branches and leaves.
You gazed over to Andy, Joe, and Dirty, who clearly didn’t notice anything on your side of the clearing. They were laughing and drawing unseen shapes in the dirt with stray branches. Then you looked into the fire, which was burning as brightly as when it started. More wood was the last thing it needed. You rose as quietly as you could manage, and swiftly followed the trail that the corduroy boy just carved through the thickly overgrown trees.
Your flashlight shone vividly through the greenery, reflecting off drops of water and frost in all directions. You stopped for a moment, listening for any sign of movement, and heard nothing.
“Where did he go?” you found yourself asking out loud.
You started to feel uncomfortably nervous. You panicked for a split second, but then looked up at the sky, and calm filled your body. Amongst the baby lit flecks in the blackness above, one bright pulsating star caught your eye. It seemed to be directly above the woods you were in, just a ways to the left of where you were standing. You turned, and almost glided through the trees into a second, smaller clearing you had never come across before. Dead center was Patrick, sitting on one of a pair of flat petite rocks, directly below the brightest star in the sky. He continued to keep his gaze on the sky, even as you sat down beside him.
You removed his jacket from yourself, in response to his shudder, placing it snuggly over his back.
“You know what they say for me?”
“What?” you asked; utterly confused.
“The stars,” he stated, matter-of-factly. “They tell me not to hide from myself. They tell me that if I don’t stay true to myself in life, then I will never truly live. Pain is a negative, but is a necessity in life.”
“Wow.” That was all you could think to say. You couldn’t help but admire the fact that someone could be brave enough, and strong enough to open up to another breathing soul like that.
“What do they say for you?” he asked, a sense of curiosity and sincerity in his voice.
As much as this night with this boy had left you finding yourself in positions you would never normally be in, and places you would never allow yourself to go, and portraying a character you never knew you had inside of you, you just couldn’t. No one could make you ready for this, no matter how right the moment felt. You got up quickly and forcefully, and started to frantically trudge back through the forest alone, when you felt a calm hand grasp your wrist. You walked the rest of the way back to the clearing shoulder to shoulder with a boy you barely knew, but you had never felt so safe with a stranger, ever.
You were no longer alone.