My Gift To You
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Good Charlotte
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,827
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Black On White
Three: Black On White
The scraping of chalk against the blackboard filled the quiet room, but not one student appeared to be paying attention. History was by far the most boring class of the day and the teacher was more than suited to instruct the class. Billy never got the point, one just learned the same things over and over since school began. He couldn’t remember ever getting past World War II. But he wasn’t watching what Mr.Wood was writing at the front of the room, Billy had his head on his desk and his eyes closed... that was until someone gave him a swift kick in the shins.
He sat up rapidly and looked behind him, “What the fuck did you do that for?” He whispered to Benji, still overtaken with sleep.
Benji merely gave him a puzzled look. “Do what?” He mouthed.
“You kicked me.” Billy huffed, trying to rub his shins while sitting in the desk.
“I did not.”
“Bull sh—” There was a tap on Billy’s shoulder and he sighed, looking to the right to see Mr.Wood standing next to him.
“Mr.Martin. Mr.Combs.”
Benji smirked and leaned back in his chair, “Yeah?”
“Would you let me teach my class?”
“But he kicked me!” Billy whined.
Benji shrugged. “I was only waking Billy up. He fell asleep, sir.”
“But that’s no reason to kick me!”
Mr.Wood shook his head and walked to his desk. “Detention. The both of you. After school.”
—
The room was a little too quiet for Billy’s taste, he could hear the ticking of the clock from the other side of the room and could have sworn that he could hear Benji’s heart beat a few minutes ago. His Mother was going to kill him for getting a detention, but he’d just have to say that it wasn’t his fault and get a lecture. But despite the worry that was eating away at his stomach, Billy kept sneaking glances at Benji.
Everything was perfect about him, right down to the blank expression on his face as he carved something into his desk. He was rubbing his neck with his free hand, his stubby nails gleaming with permanent marker that’s been washed off, but some ink still remains. Billy couldn’t figure out why Benji had such a mixed appearance; he knew that if given the chance, Benji would dye his hair, pierce himself and do the whole caboodle... but now he only wore the clothes. It must have something to do with the many crucifixes around Joel’s neck. Their Mother could be really religious or something.
He raised his eyes again, but his heart leapt when he saw that Benji wasn’t in the seat diagonal from his own. Panicking Billy lifted his head and jumped. Benji was sitting backwards in the chair in front of Billy’s desk, his arms crossed on the chair back and his chin resting on his arms.
“I’m not bleeding from the head, am I?” Benji asked, raising an eyebrow.
Billy shook his head. “No.”
“Then why are you staring at me? You getting a man crush [on me]?”
“I’m straight, no.” Billy said, trying to sound disgusted.
Benji scoffed, “You’re so queer you want to be Ken.”
“I would be Ken so I could be getting up on Barbie all day.” He looked Benji square in the eyes, catching the latter’s pupils expand. “You’re not exactly the straight one.”
He smirked, sitting up straight. “Does that turn you on?”
“No. Why should it turn me on?” His stomach was doing flip, flops.
“Then what does turn you on, queer?”
Billy gritted his teeth. “What’s with the questions?”
“Joel’s taking a liking to you and it’s my job, being the oldest out of the two of us, to get to know you. I don’t want you two to be friends and find Joel slaughtered in the middle of the road.”
“Of course not. You’d be the slaughtered one in the middle of the road.”
Benji smirks again, his eyes scanning over Billy. “S&M, right?”
He shifted in his seat. Not only was he getting uncomfortable, he felt like a fly trapped in a glass under Benji’s stare.
“I knew it. Leather, whips, knifes, gags, the whole nine yards. Fuck ‘em until—”
“What about you? You honestly think you have me down pat, but what turns you on?”
He looks at his wrist watch and stands up. “Tall brunettes that talk too much. But don’t get your hopes up,” He added quickly, “I’d rather slit my throat than swing that way.”
Billy felt his heart drop to the floor. “Like I ever would.” He spat.
Sitting back at his desk, Benji went back to carving into the wood surface. Just then the principal opened the door for his detention count.
The scraping of chalk against the blackboard filled the quiet room, but not one student appeared to be paying attention. History was by far the most boring class of the day and the teacher was more than suited to instruct the class. Billy never got the point, one just learned the same things over and over since school began. He couldn’t remember ever getting past World War II. But he wasn’t watching what Mr.Wood was writing at the front of the room, Billy had his head on his desk and his eyes closed... that was until someone gave him a swift kick in the shins.
He sat up rapidly and looked behind him, “What the fuck did you do that for?” He whispered to Benji, still overtaken with sleep.
Benji merely gave him a puzzled look. “Do what?” He mouthed.
“You kicked me.” Billy huffed, trying to rub his shins while sitting in the desk.
“I did not.”
“Bull sh—” There was a tap on Billy’s shoulder and he sighed, looking to the right to see Mr.Wood standing next to him.
“Mr.Martin. Mr.Combs.”
Benji smirked and leaned back in his chair, “Yeah?”
“Would you let me teach my class?”
“But he kicked me!” Billy whined.
Benji shrugged. “I was only waking Billy up. He fell asleep, sir.”
“But that’s no reason to kick me!”
Mr.Wood shook his head and walked to his desk. “Detention. The both of you. After school.”
—
The room was a little too quiet for Billy’s taste, he could hear the ticking of the clock from the other side of the room and could have sworn that he could hear Benji’s heart beat a few minutes ago. His Mother was going to kill him for getting a detention, but he’d just have to say that it wasn’t his fault and get a lecture. But despite the worry that was eating away at his stomach, Billy kept sneaking glances at Benji.
Everything was perfect about him, right down to the blank expression on his face as he carved something into his desk. He was rubbing his neck with his free hand, his stubby nails gleaming with permanent marker that’s been washed off, but some ink still remains. Billy couldn’t figure out why Benji had such a mixed appearance; he knew that if given the chance, Benji would dye his hair, pierce himself and do the whole caboodle... but now he only wore the clothes. It must have something to do with the many crucifixes around Joel’s neck. Their Mother could be really religious or something.
He raised his eyes again, but his heart leapt when he saw that Benji wasn’t in the seat diagonal from his own. Panicking Billy lifted his head and jumped. Benji was sitting backwards in the chair in front of Billy’s desk, his arms crossed on the chair back and his chin resting on his arms.
“I’m not bleeding from the head, am I?” Benji asked, raising an eyebrow.
Billy shook his head. “No.”
“Then why are you staring at me? You getting a man crush [on me]?”
“I’m straight, no.” Billy said, trying to sound disgusted.
Benji scoffed, “You’re so queer you want to be Ken.”
“I would be Ken so I could be getting up on Barbie all day.” He looked Benji square in the eyes, catching the latter’s pupils expand. “You’re not exactly the straight one.”
He smirked, sitting up straight. “Does that turn you on?”
“No. Why should it turn me on?” His stomach was doing flip, flops.
“Then what does turn you on, queer?”
Billy gritted his teeth. “What’s with the questions?”
“Joel’s taking a liking to you and it’s my job, being the oldest out of the two of us, to get to know you. I don’t want you two to be friends and find Joel slaughtered in the middle of the road.”
“Of course not. You’d be the slaughtered one in the middle of the road.”
Benji smirks again, his eyes scanning over Billy. “S&M, right?”
He shifted in his seat. Not only was he getting uncomfortable, he felt like a fly trapped in a glass under Benji’s stare.
“I knew it. Leather, whips, knifes, gags, the whole nine yards. Fuck ‘em until—”
“What about you? You honestly think you have me down pat, but what turns you on?”
He looks at his wrist watch and stands up. “Tall brunettes that talk too much. But don’t get your hopes up,” He added quickly, “I’d rather slit my throat than swing that way.”
Billy felt his heart drop to the floor. “Like I ever would.” He spat.
Sitting back at his desk, Benji went back to carving into the wood surface. Just then the principal opened the door for his detention count.