Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny,
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlo
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
Chapter 17: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.c
The next day, I confront Jorginson, who already sports a few bruises. I tell him never to touch Sonny again—or else. He only nods feebly. I think by now he figured to leave Sonny be.
They both have ISS, but in different rooms, of course. Having had ISS before, I know what to expect; Mr. Wilson is there for about half an hour in the morning and half an hour in the afternoon—he also stops in to tell you when lunch is. Other then that, you can pretty much do whatever you want. So Sonny spent his days playing on the internet.
Soon enough, though, it is time for Thanksgiving. I’m excited to get some time away from school and some time alone with Sonny. For Thanksgiving dinner, it’s just going to be Mom, Sonny, Evan, Veronica, and me. I’m shocked they’re still dating, but whatever floats their boat. He plans to have lunch with her family then have her over for dinner with us. Pigs. It is also my sincere hope that mom and I can have a civil meal together.
We sit around the table getting ready to eat.
Sonny smiles at me, “Oh, I’m so hungry,” he whispers greedily.
“I have an idea!” Veronica announces, “Why don’t we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for…” She pauses as everyone, except for me, nods. “Ok, why don’t you start, Mrs. Good?”
Mom smiles, “Alright, let’s see…I’m thankful for Evan, and for Sonny, for Veronica, too, for the dog, for this house, for my job, and for this meal.”
I knew I was left off the list purposefully and I knew she never was thankful that I existed, but it still hurt. But, like good guests, we ignore our hostess’ rudeness.
“Your turn, Evan,” Mom continues, smiling.
“Um, I’m thankful for family and friends and a girlfriend.”
“Veronica?” Mom looks at her.
“My turn?” Veronica smiles, “I’m thankful for my family and my friends and for Evan and his family. I’m also thankful to be healthy and safe.”
“Sonny?” Mom says, purposefully skipping over me.
“Oh, I’m thankful for both my families and especially my roommate, Matt,” he hugs me, “It’s your turn, Matt!” he proclaims.
“I’m thankful for Sonny,” I stare directly at my mom, “and for poverty and privatized health care and for greedy doctors.”
“Matthew! Those are not things to be thankful for!” Mom yells.
“Well, that’s what I’m thankful for.”
“You are awful.”
“Aw,” Sonny interjects, “Don’t say that, you’re hurting his feelings.”
“He doesn’t have feelings.”
“Of course he does! Everybody does. He has feelings and they are hurt!”
My mom’s mouth drops, “Well, Sonny, you haven’t known him for long. Once you’ve known him for 18 years, you’ll change your mind.”
“I don’t think I will; I like Matt. He is nice.”
I realize something just now—Sonny has done something for me that no one else—not even my own brother—has ever done: stood up for me against mom. Evan and Veronica just watch in silence.
“He’s a horrible child! Oh, Sonny, I never should have put you in the same room with him!”
I’ve had enough. I get up and walk out. Sonny follows me.
“Come back and eat.” Sonny urges, grabbing my arm.
“No. I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No.” he lies.
“Oh, Sonny, just go eat the goddamn food!”
“You, too,” he says, pulling me back into the kitchen. My mother glares.
I put my hands on Sonny’s shoulders and shove him into a chair.
“Stay.” I mutter and turn to leave. As I attempt to walk away, Sonny grabs my waist and tries to pull me back. I try to push him away but he doesn’t let go. Undaunted, I try to hurry out, figuring he’d have to release me anyway. As I head toward the exit, I end up dragging him and we both fall, Sonny with the chair in tow, unto the floor.
I scowl at him, but he starts to smile and begins to giggle. I just smile and shake my head in defeat.
“Matt!” Mother yells, “Sonny did he hurt you?! Are you okay, Sonny?”
“No and yes…let’s eat, now, okay?” Sonny asks, “Please?”
I stand up and help Sonny get up and set the chair back upright. He looks at me with big eyes.
“Fine, Sonny, you want me to eat…”
“Yes!” he interrupts, victoriously.
“You owe me later,” I whisper in his ear.
“Other way,” he murmurs back.
Mom ignores me the rest of dinner and I’m glad she’s over her bitch fit. Veronica mouths ‘sorry’ to me, and soon conversation continues as if the incident never occurred.
“So are you guys going shopping tomorrow?” Veronica asks.
“Are you crazy?” Mom teases, “Not with all those crazy people out!”
“Evan and I are going to go, right?” she asks Ev.
“Whipped,” I whisper to my brother, but no sooner do the words leave my mouth than I hear Sonny saying:
“Can Matt and I come too?”
“Sure, but you gotta be up early…” she informs him.
“Okay!” he smiles at me.
“You can go,” I whisper.
“And so can you.”
My brother makes a whip sound at me. Damn it. Just wait until we’re alone, Sonny, I’ll get you back…I smile maniacally at him.
We arrange a time to meet with those two, who decide that Veronica will just spend the night rather than come here at like, 4 or 5 am. Sonny’s excited about taking part in another American culture. I tell him it’s over-rated, but he doesn’t care.
After dinner and dessert, Sonny and I go up to our room.
“So, why do I have to go?”
“It will be fun.”
I glare. “Y’know, you’re startin’ to get a little pushy.”
“I am not!”
“I just want to do stuff with you—”
“Whether I want to or not.” I interrupt.
“Fine, don’t come. I won’t bother you anymore.” He looks sad and dejected.
“Sonny, don’t get all mopey…” I rub his shoulders. He looks up at me. I try to kiss him, but he turns his head.
“I don’t want to force you to do anything.”
“Sonny, come on, geez…”
“What else do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”
“Uh, so far all I can think of is today…oh, maybe Halloween—”
His eyes get wide, his lip quivers and he starts to cry, burying his head under the pillow.
I stare at him, confused. Why the hell is he crying over trick-or-treating?
Then it hits me: he’s not crying over that; Halloween night was the first time we ever had sex. He thinks I regret…oh, no.
“Sonny,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. He shrugs me off, and I turn him around to face me.
“Sonny, you totally misunderstood me—” I wipe away his tears.
“No…it’s okay…I get it…I’m sorry.”
“No, no, no. I’m talking about dressing up not…sex, ‘cause that was great…”
“I never meant to force you to do that…”
“You didn’t force me to sleep with you, I wanted to.”
“You said yourself I’m pushy.”
“I was half kidding. I wasn’t being serious. I love you.”
“Yes,” I say, kissing his cheek, “Besides,” I continue, blushing, “I kinda like it when you take control in bed sometimes…”
“But you don’t like me out of bed.”
“Of course I do. I love you all the time…I’m just kinda flustered right now, I guess…but I will go with you tomorrow; it’s just that I was making fun of Evan and then, yeah…”
“Don’t go; you don’t want to.”
“I’ll go because I know you’ll make it fun.”
“How will I do that?”
“Like you make everything else more fun; you just do.”
“Really? Are you lying?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not lying; you’re just a fun person.”
“A fun pushy person.”
“Oh, stop.” I hug him tightly, cursing myself for starting this stupid fight. He hugs me back, but I know I’ve ruined something. I just know he’s not going to be as sexual because of my big mouth. If I could kick my own ass…
I kiss Sonny’s lips. He kisses back, but breaks it to ask:
“So do you want me to be pushy or not?”
“I want you to be what you want to be.”
“…Ok.” He hugs me. I kiss his neck. I then move us into a lying position on the bed. We cuddle and kiss, but I think I ruined any possibility for getting any action sexually.
Either way, I decide to push my luck; I move myself on top of him and slide my hand into his pants. He moans at my touch.
“Hey,” he whispers as I caress him. His arms wrap around me.
We hear my mother out in the hallway. I ignore her and keep kissing Sonny, until we hear:
“Veronica, do you have any tampons? I’m fresh out.”
Sonny starts giggling uncontrollably. Oh, god, shut up, Mom! I try to resume what I was doing, kissing his neck as he laughs.
“Thank you so much. Oh, Evan, don’t give me that look.” We hear Mom say. Evan says something about Midol and Sonny snorts. He pushes me off of him, holding his stomach as he laughs.
“I hate my family.” I mutter. “I’m surprised you even know what a tampon is.”
“I see TV,” he replies between bouts of laughter.
“We’re not gonna be doing anything anymore are we?”
“I don’t think I can enjoy it when that is in my head.”
“True...Oh, how I hate them so.”
We turn on the TV and watch some comedy and decide to go to bed before it gets to late, so we can get up and get going bright and early tomorrow morning.
PS: Sorry it took so long to update; things have gone insanely out of control. I.e. reasearch reports, finals, and apparantly getting arrested without my own knowledge. Yep, apparently it ISN'T illegal for the cops NOT tell someone you've arrested them... Go American justice system...