Fic: Breathe Love (1.2/9)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (1.2/9)
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 2,891
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: I'm going to be in Taiwan for about ten days starting Tuesday so if no fic is forthcoming, it's not because I've abandoned it! Feedback = love.
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it?
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 1.1
1 month later (May 1986)
It was after school on a Tuesday and Veronica Donovan was walking home after swim practice. Normally her father would have picked her up in front of the high school gym but today he had a meeting that ran late and so she took a shower in the locker room, wrung her hair out, and put her school clothes back on. Soon she was on her way down the sidewalk, starting on the twenty-minute walk. She crossed an intersection, walked by two blocks of homes, and passed by a basketball court without incident. It wasn’t until she got to the local convenience store before trouble arose.
Weaving her way through the small parking lot and stopping at the corner of the street, she was waiting for the “walk” signal to light when a voice called out.
“Hey sweetie, you on your way back home?” She turned around to locate the owner of the gravelly voice and was met with the sight of two boys, roughly her age but she didn’t recognize them from Morton East High. Distinctly put off by their creepy smiles she turned back around and hopped off the sidewalk as the light turned green. She walked quickly, hoping that they boys wouldn’t follow her. Unfortunately, she heard their footsteps following her and their voices as they rowdily spoke behind her.
“This ain’t a bad view from here!”
“Yeah, you think she digs my blue hair? It matches my shirt today, don’t it Tom?”
“That it does. Hey, you think the pretty lady likes your shirt too? Maybe you better show it to her closer up.”
Veronica resolutely faced forwards, walking quickly but not fast enough to be considered a jog or run… she didn’t want to show them that she was nervous about their loud innuendo, obviously meant for her to be heard.
Ugh, fuck guys like this. I am never walking home again, she resolved, hoping that the two boys would be content with their distant jeering and not attempt anything more. But as she reached yet another street to cross, she anxiously realized that they would catch up to her at the red light.
“So ah, what’s your name? I’m Jared, he’s Tom,” the shorter teen with the shocking blue hair asked with a feral grin, sauntering up beside her.
“…Chrissy,” she answered without eye-contact, doubtful that lying would help anything but uncomfortable with giving her real name.
“Chrissy huh? That’s a cute name. Chrissy, how ‘bout we walk you home, keep you safe from all those bad men that could hurt you. Where you live from here?” the blonde, “Tom”, asked her. Praying for the interminably late walk light to turn on, she jolted when she felt his hand sneak to the small of her back. Overtly edgy now, she made to cross the street prematurely and jogged to avoid the cars. However this only spurred the boys on and they chased after her, whooping with excitement at their panicked quarry.
It was no contest at all; with her jarring backpack thumping against her and slowing her down, the pursuers had caught up to her within seconds.
“C’mon now Chrissy, that ain’t the way to treat a gentleman! We just wanna help you home! Make sure you get back safe, maybe show you to your bedroom personally,” the blue-haired boy smirked as she whirled around with a scandalized expression on her face. When the blonde came up behind her and grabbed her shoulders, she tried to tear away from the grasp but the boys were just too strong for her small body to weasel out from.
“Hey hey, watch it girl,” the Jared boy warned as he muffled her shouts with his hand. Seizing the opportunity, Veronica clamped her teeth down as hard as she could and hearing the boy shriek, she wrestled out of their hold and sprinted away.
“The bitch bit me!!” They immediately gave chase and she ran and ran, frightened by the thugs that followed her. Coming up to the first building she saw, she immediately turned in, dashed through the double doors, and finally halted when she got to the front desk.
A bell boy nearby noticed the panting teenager, her long brown hair falling in front of her eyes as she anxiously eyed the doors from which she’d ran in.
“Miss, are you all right?” he asked her, setting aside the luggage he was meant to be transporting in order to take a look at her better.
“I’m… I’m fine… I just need to stay here for a little while,” she replied, clutching the straps of her backpack for support.
The man followed her nervous gaze and saw two punk kids through the clear doors of the hotel lobby and put two and two together. Displeased with the situation, he turned back around and gently asked her, “Miss, did you want to use a telephone? Somebody can pick you up from here if you’re house is too far away.”
She looked back at the man and then accepted thankfully. He led her to a phone behind the information desk, okayed the usage with the woman there and promptly went back to attend to his job.
Veronica punched in a number she knew well by heart and let waited for the phone to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Linc… it’s Veronica. Um, I was wondering if you’re busy right now, maybe you could come pick me up?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tension she still felt.
“V, what’s wrong? What happened, of course I can pick you up. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she assured, noting with dismay that her voice had obviously betrayed her nerves. “I’ll tell you about it later. I’m at a hotel, it’s in between the elementary school and my house.”
“Yeah, I know the place. I’ll come get you now,” he hastily replied before hanging up. Relieved, Veronica returned the phone to the lady behind the desk and sat herself down at one of the plush sofas in the lobby to wait for her friend.
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Not having a license was no matter for Lincoln who had learned how to drive his mother’s car long before he was a teenager and who also didn’t bother to abide by the law when his needs didn’t suit it. This was one of those times; as soon as he heard Veronica’s light but timorous voice on the phone (she had probably been trying to sound normal), he knew something was up.
So, he dug the keys to the Integra out of a drawer and made his way to the car. Making a point to drive slowly and carefully lest he get pulled over, thus rendering himself useless to Veronica, he finally arrived at the hotel in what felt like eons. Seeing Veronica’s bright purple shirt and signature purple backpack waiting by the glass doors, he called out “V!” and waved her over until she saw him and hurried over to get into the passenger seat.
“Lincoln! Thank you so much for picking me up,” she said, buckling herself in.
“You know it’s no problem,” he replied, watching out for traffic before he pulled out onto the street.. “So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?”
The young girl grimaced, reliving the past hour. While she had been scared during the chase and nervous afterwards, the last twenty minutes or so allowed her time to build up anger and frustration at having been sexually harassed.
“There were these assholes hitting on me in front of 7-11 and they just wouldn’t stop! They were following me home and one of them grabbed me so I bit his hand and ran into the hotel. Christ, I was pretty fucking scared Lincoln, they made me feel so fucking helpless,” she explained heatedly. The older boy looked at her worriedly, certain that if the experience was harrowing enough to make even prim and proper Veronica swear, it must have been pretty bad.
“What did the guys look like?” he calmly asked her despite the seething anger he felt inside.
“Lincoln…”
“It’s okay V, just tell me what they looked like.”
“Well… the guy named Jared had blue hair, kinda short. He’s the one I bit. And the guy that grabbed me first was Tom, blonde hair. I don’t even know if that’s their real names or anything though. Lincoln, promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” she pleaded.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes, recognizing the descriptions of the two boys. Fucking Jared Ashburt and Tom Smith; the two troublemakers were friends of a friend but he knew how messed up they were. Potheads, petty thieves, and disrespectful of girls, they were the ultimate stereotype of dead-end teenagers. Imagining the two assholes harassing and touching his childhood friend made him furious and only the thought that he knew where to find them was any consolation.
“Lincoln?” Veronica’s hesitant voice repeated.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah I won’t do anything that’ll get me in trouble if that’s what you’re worried about,” he replied, adding to himself, I won’t be in trouble because I won’t get caught.
“Alright then,” she conceded. Veronica’s pastel yellow one-story house came into sight and Lincoln pulled in to the driveway.
“Thanks again, Lincoln. I really appreciate this,” she said, large brown eyes dropping to her lap. He noticed her pink-tinged cheeks and suddenly found her sort of adorable and reached over to pet her long soft hair.
He enjoyed the texture, silky between his fingers and smelling of green apple. She was soft and kind, he liked the way she made him feel; strong, capable, in control of his feelings. His sincere affection for her made him wonder if this was what people called a “crush”. As he pondered these feelings, gazing at her in the front driveway of her home, an unbidden image unexpectedly arose.
Michael. He felt like this towards Michael, only a thousand time more. He fiercely defended his younger sibling, he felt invincible and needed around the boy. He thought of Michael’s chillingly adult eyes and the boy’s independence and it all served to make Lincoln that much more protective of him, wanting to ease the autonomy out of him and allowing the boy to rely on other people like any other eleven-year old. He wanted the best for his little brother and as he reluctantly recalled his recent flashes of something more than familial love towards the younger brother, Lincoln came to a decision.
“V… we love each other right?”
“Yeah, of course. Why?” she asked, searching his somber grey eyes and allowing a little hope to rise up.
“Why don’t we go out? You know… I’ll be your boyfriend. I can take care of you better that way,” he explained.
Veronica’s eyes grew to almost a comical size as she realized her childhood friend was finally asking her out.
“Lincoln, do you really mean that?” she asked, wanting to make sure her longtime dream wasn’t just that, a figment of her imagination.
“Yeah,” he confirmed. At that the brunette leapt out of her seat and threw her arms around the bigger boy in a tight squeeze and she happily expressed her acceptance over and over again. Laughing at her exuberance, Lincoln patted her back and promised that he’d take her out the next day. She bounced out of the Integra and he watched her let herself into the house before pulling out of the driveway and leaving for home.
Lincoln was satisfied. He would grow to love Veronica the way he loved Michael, and eventually the images he saw at night as he touched himself would be of his girlfriend instead of his little brother and those pleading blue eyes. He would be a good boyfriend and if he were diligent enough, the sinful temptations would cease. Things were going to be alright.
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Lincoln got out of work a little early the next day, watching 4 PM roll by and then leaving for Fenwick High. He found the place without difficulty and rolled into the school parking lot, pulling into an empty spot and got out of the car. He looked around the side of the basketball courts, knowing that it was unofficially the “druggie” corner and easily spied the two conspicuous teenagers lounging by a beat-up Saab and went in that direction instead.
“Hey guys,” he announced his presence to the doped up boys who were lazily enjoying a shared joint.
“Hey, aren’t you Kirby’s friend?” Tom blinked slowly and looked at the bigger teenager. “What’re you doing here?”
Lincoln cracked his knuckles to loosen them up, gave a few experimental clenches of his fist and then promptly punched the blonde in the face, watching in satisfaction as he felt the cartilage of the nose give way to a spray of thick red blood.
Jared leapt back in surprise, shouting, “Whoa man, what the fuck are you doing!?”
In reply Lincoln grabbed the blue-haired kid and ferociously kneed him in the gut, watching the punk double over with a groan. As the fell to the ground Lincoln jerked his collar up and delivered two more curt, crunching jabs to the face and then dropped the limp body as soon as he heard the voice of an adult call out.
“You don’t fuck with my girlfriend,” he spat at them, relishing the way the words felt in his mouth. He sprinted back to his car, started the engine and peeled out, looking back at the two keeled-over figures in his rearview mirror with approval.
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Michael had gotten home a quarter after 3 PM and expected to busy himself with homework and television until five o’clock when his brother came home, and then the two boys might go out for pizza or groceries for a cursory homemade dinner, as per usual. However his routine was slightly altered when the phone rang around four thirty. Setting down his French homework for a moment, he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Michael, it’s Veronica, how are you doing?”
“Good.”
“That’s good. Umm can you tell Lincoln that I’ll be waiting at home for him when he gets off work? He said he’d take me out tonight,” she explained cheerfully.
“Really?” the young boy asked, thinking back if Lincoln had mentioned any such thing. “Well I’ll tell him you called.”
“Thanks! I’ll talk to you later kid!”
Michael hung up the phone and went back to his workbook but found himself unable to concentrate on the exercises. Usually Lincoln would mention it the night before when he wouldn’t be home the next evening, but perhaps it had just slipped his mind. Yet the boy wasn’t used to Lincoln being negligent when it came to his only brother and he found himself slightly injured. In any case, he supposed he could make himself a meal out of cereal tonight.
An hour later Lincoln came home, looking strangely pleased, and Michael bristled at the sight.
“Were you going to tell me you wouldn’t be home tonight?” he accused.
“Sorry kiddo,” Lincoln said after a moment’s hesitation. “I forgot to tell you I was hanging out with V today. I was kind of pre-occupied last night.” The truth was Lincoln hadn’t wanted to tell Michael yet because it undoubtedly would have lead to the discovery that Lincoln and Veronica were now dating. He wasn’t sure how the sensitive boy would react and consequently put the news off.
“Yeah, well Veronica said that she was waiting for you at home,” Michael relayed the information.
“Thanks,” the older brother said, running his hand up his neck and the back of his head as he decided whether or not to take a shower first. The sleeve of his loose sweatshirt slipped up and Michael’s eyes widened as he noticed the remnants of what looked like blood drizzled over his brother’s forearm. The younger boy stepped forward and grabbed the muscled arm down with both hands, brusquely shoving the fabric up to the elbow and examining the red liquid that was congealed onto his brother’s tanned skin.
“Mikey, let go,” Lincoln tried to jerk his arm back but the little boy held on tight and pulled the arm up to his mouth and sniffed, then darted out his pink tongue to taste the red patch to confirm his suspicion. Horrified, the older brother wrenched his limb from his brother’s unnaturally tight grasp and stalked away to the bathroom.
Michael watched his brother go, unsettled by the blood and the fact that he wouldn’t have the chance to drag the story out of his brother that night. He went to the closed bathroom door and listened to the sound of running and sluicing water before continuing into their bedroom. He coiled his thin frame around a large squishy pillow and tried to assure himself repeatedly that his brother wasn’t mad at him, as the older sibling often had to explain whenever Michael thought he did something wrong. The mantra was marginally working until he heard the water shut off and his brother come into the room for clean clothes. The teenager said nothing to the motionless ball under the covers and quietly shut the door behind him. Michael proceeded to let the insecurities wash over his mind.
Back | Next
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 2,891
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: I'm going to be in Taiwan for about ten days starting Tuesday so if no fic is forthcoming, it's not because I've abandoned it! Feedback = love.
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it?
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 1.1
1 month later (May 1986)
It was after school on a Tuesday and Veronica Donovan was walking home after swim practice. Normally her father would have picked her up in front of the high school gym but today he had a meeting that ran late and so she took a shower in the locker room, wrung her hair out, and put her school clothes back on. Soon she was on her way down the sidewalk, starting on the twenty-minute walk. She crossed an intersection, walked by two blocks of homes, and passed by a basketball court without incident. It wasn’t until she got to the local convenience store before trouble arose.
Weaving her way through the small parking lot and stopping at the corner of the street, she was waiting for the “walk” signal to light when a voice called out.
“Hey sweetie, you on your way back home?” She turned around to locate the owner of the gravelly voice and was met with the sight of two boys, roughly her age but she didn’t recognize them from Morton East High. Distinctly put off by their creepy smiles she turned back around and hopped off the sidewalk as the light turned green. She walked quickly, hoping that they boys wouldn’t follow her. Unfortunately, she heard their footsteps following her and their voices as they rowdily spoke behind her.
“This ain’t a bad view from here!”
“Yeah, you think she digs my blue hair? It matches my shirt today, don’t it Tom?”
“That it does. Hey, you think the pretty lady likes your shirt too? Maybe you better show it to her closer up.”
Veronica resolutely faced forwards, walking quickly but not fast enough to be considered a jog or run… she didn’t want to show them that she was nervous about their loud innuendo, obviously meant for her to be heard.
Ugh, fuck guys like this. I am never walking home again, she resolved, hoping that the two boys would be content with their distant jeering and not attempt anything more. But as she reached yet another street to cross, she anxiously realized that they would catch up to her at the red light.
“So ah, what’s your name? I’m Jared, he’s Tom,” the shorter teen with the shocking blue hair asked with a feral grin, sauntering up beside her.
“…Chrissy,” she answered without eye-contact, doubtful that lying would help anything but uncomfortable with giving her real name.
“Chrissy huh? That’s a cute name. Chrissy, how ‘bout we walk you home, keep you safe from all those bad men that could hurt you. Where you live from here?” the blonde, “Tom”, asked her. Praying for the interminably late walk light to turn on, she jolted when she felt his hand sneak to the small of her back. Overtly edgy now, she made to cross the street prematurely and jogged to avoid the cars. However this only spurred the boys on and they chased after her, whooping with excitement at their panicked quarry.
It was no contest at all; with her jarring backpack thumping against her and slowing her down, the pursuers had caught up to her within seconds.
“C’mon now Chrissy, that ain’t the way to treat a gentleman! We just wanna help you home! Make sure you get back safe, maybe show you to your bedroom personally,” the blue-haired boy smirked as she whirled around with a scandalized expression on her face. When the blonde came up behind her and grabbed her shoulders, she tried to tear away from the grasp but the boys were just too strong for her small body to weasel out from.
“Hey hey, watch it girl,” the Jared boy warned as he muffled her shouts with his hand. Seizing the opportunity, Veronica clamped her teeth down as hard as she could and hearing the boy shriek, she wrestled out of their hold and sprinted away.
“The bitch bit me!!” They immediately gave chase and she ran and ran, frightened by the thugs that followed her. Coming up to the first building she saw, she immediately turned in, dashed through the double doors, and finally halted when she got to the front desk.
A bell boy nearby noticed the panting teenager, her long brown hair falling in front of her eyes as she anxiously eyed the doors from which she’d ran in.
“Miss, are you all right?” he asked her, setting aside the luggage he was meant to be transporting in order to take a look at her better.
“I’m… I’m fine… I just need to stay here for a little while,” she replied, clutching the straps of her backpack for support.
The man followed her nervous gaze and saw two punk kids through the clear doors of the hotel lobby and put two and two together. Displeased with the situation, he turned back around and gently asked her, “Miss, did you want to use a telephone? Somebody can pick you up from here if you’re house is too far away.”
She looked back at the man and then accepted thankfully. He led her to a phone behind the information desk, okayed the usage with the woman there and promptly went back to attend to his job.
Veronica punched in a number she knew well by heart and let waited for the phone to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Linc… it’s Veronica. Um, I was wondering if you’re busy right now, maybe you could come pick me up?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tension she still felt.
“V, what’s wrong? What happened, of course I can pick you up. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she assured, noting with dismay that her voice had obviously betrayed her nerves. “I’ll tell you about it later. I’m at a hotel, it’s in between the elementary school and my house.”
“Yeah, I know the place. I’ll come get you now,” he hastily replied before hanging up. Relieved, Veronica returned the phone to the lady behind the desk and sat herself down at one of the plush sofas in the lobby to wait for her friend.
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Not having a license was no matter for Lincoln who had learned how to drive his mother’s car long before he was a teenager and who also didn’t bother to abide by the law when his needs didn’t suit it. This was one of those times; as soon as he heard Veronica’s light but timorous voice on the phone (she had probably been trying to sound normal), he knew something was up.
So, he dug the keys to the Integra out of a drawer and made his way to the car. Making a point to drive slowly and carefully lest he get pulled over, thus rendering himself useless to Veronica, he finally arrived at the hotel in what felt like eons. Seeing Veronica’s bright purple shirt and signature purple backpack waiting by the glass doors, he called out “V!” and waved her over until she saw him and hurried over to get into the passenger seat.
“Lincoln! Thank you so much for picking me up,” she said, buckling herself in.
“You know it’s no problem,” he replied, watching out for traffic before he pulled out onto the street.. “So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?”
The young girl grimaced, reliving the past hour. While she had been scared during the chase and nervous afterwards, the last twenty minutes or so allowed her time to build up anger and frustration at having been sexually harassed.
“There were these assholes hitting on me in front of 7-11 and they just wouldn’t stop! They were following me home and one of them grabbed me so I bit his hand and ran into the hotel. Christ, I was pretty fucking scared Lincoln, they made me feel so fucking helpless,” she explained heatedly. The older boy looked at her worriedly, certain that if the experience was harrowing enough to make even prim and proper Veronica swear, it must have been pretty bad.
“What did the guys look like?” he calmly asked her despite the seething anger he felt inside.
“Lincoln…”
“It’s okay V, just tell me what they looked like.”
“Well… the guy named Jared had blue hair, kinda short. He’s the one I bit. And the guy that grabbed me first was Tom, blonde hair. I don’t even know if that’s their real names or anything though. Lincoln, promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” she pleaded.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes, recognizing the descriptions of the two boys. Fucking Jared Ashburt and Tom Smith; the two troublemakers were friends of a friend but he knew how messed up they were. Potheads, petty thieves, and disrespectful of girls, they were the ultimate stereotype of dead-end teenagers. Imagining the two assholes harassing and touching his childhood friend made him furious and only the thought that he knew where to find them was any consolation.
“Lincoln?” Veronica’s hesitant voice repeated.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah I won’t do anything that’ll get me in trouble if that’s what you’re worried about,” he replied, adding to himself, I won’t be in trouble because I won’t get caught.
“Alright then,” she conceded. Veronica’s pastel yellow one-story house came into sight and Lincoln pulled in to the driveway.
“Thanks again, Lincoln. I really appreciate this,” she said, large brown eyes dropping to her lap. He noticed her pink-tinged cheeks and suddenly found her sort of adorable and reached over to pet her long soft hair.
He enjoyed the texture, silky between his fingers and smelling of green apple. She was soft and kind, he liked the way she made him feel; strong, capable, in control of his feelings. His sincere affection for her made him wonder if this was what people called a “crush”. As he pondered these feelings, gazing at her in the front driveway of her home, an unbidden image unexpectedly arose.
Michael. He felt like this towards Michael, only a thousand time more. He fiercely defended his younger sibling, he felt invincible and needed around the boy. He thought of Michael’s chillingly adult eyes and the boy’s independence and it all served to make Lincoln that much more protective of him, wanting to ease the autonomy out of him and allowing the boy to rely on other people like any other eleven-year old. He wanted the best for his little brother and as he reluctantly recalled his recent flashes of something more than familial love towards the younger brother, Lincoln came to a decision.
“V… we love each other right?”
“Yeah, of course. Why?” she asked, searching his somber grey eyes and allowing a little hope to rise up.
“Why don’t we go out? You know… I’ll be your boyfriend. I can take care of you better that way,” he explained.
Veronica’s eyes grew to almost a comical size as she realized her childhood friend was finally asking her out.
“Lincoln, do you really mean that?” she asked, wanting to make sure her longtime dream wasn’t just that, a figment of her imagination.
“Yeah,” he confirmed. At that the brunette leapt out of her seat and threw her arms around the bigger boy in a tight squeeze and she happily expressed her acceptance over and over again. Laughing at her exuberance, Lincoln patted her back and promised that he’d take her out the next day. She bounced out of the Integra and he watched her let herself into the house before pulling out of the driveway and leaving for home.
Lincoln was satisfied. He would grow to love Veronica the way he loved Michael, and eventually the images he saw at night as he touched himself would be of his girlfriend instead of his little brother and those pleading blue eyes. He would be a good boyfriend and if he were diligent enough, the sinful temptations would cease. Things were going to be alright.
-----
Lincoln got out of work a little early the next day, watching 4 PM roll by and then leaving for Fenwick High. He found the place without difficulty and rolled into the school parking lot, pulling into an empty spot and got out of the car. He looked around the side of the basketball courts, knowing that it was unofficially the “druggie” corner and easily spied the two conspicuous teenagers lounging by a beat-up Saab and went in that direction instead.
“Hey guys,” he announced his presence to the doped up boys who were lazily enjoying a shared joint.
“Hey, aren’t you Kirby’s friend?” Tom blinked slowly and looked at the bigger teenager. “What’re you doing here?”
Lincoln cracked his knuckles to loosen them up, gave a few experimental clenches of his fist and then promptly punched the blonde in the face, watching in satisfaction as he felt the cartilage of the nose give way to a spray of thick red blood.
Jared leapt back in surprise, shouting, “Whoa man, what the fuck are you doing!?”
In reply Lincoln grabbed the blue-haired kid and ferociously kneed him in the gut, watching the punk double over with a groan. As the fell to the ground Lincoln jerked his collar up and delivered two more curt, crunching jabs to the face and then dropped the limp body as soon as he heard the voice of an adult call out.
“You don’t fuck with my girlfriend,” he spat at them, relishing the way the words felt in his mouth. He sprinted back to his car, started the engine and peeled out, looking back at the two keeled-over figures in his rearview mirror with approval.
-----
Michael had gotten home a quarter after 3 PM and expected to busy himself with homework and television until five o’clock when his brother came home, and then the two boys might go out for pizza or groceries for a cursory homemade dinner, as per usual. However his routine was slightly altered when the phone rang around four thirty. Setting down his French homework for a moment, he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Michael, it’s Veronica, how are you doing?”
“Good.”
“That’s good. Umm can you tell Lincoln that I’ll be waiting at home for him when he gets off work? He said he’d take me out tonight,” she explained cheerfully.
“Really?” the young boy asked, thinking back if Lincoln had mentioned any such thing. “Well I’ll tell him you called.”
“Thanks! I’ll talk to you later kid!”
Michael hung up the phone and went back to his workbook but found himself unable to concentrate on the exercises. Usually Lincoln would mention it the night before when he wouldn’t be home the next evening, but perhaps it had just slipped his mind. Yet the boy wasn’t used to Lincoln being negligent when it came to his only brother and he found himself slightly injured. In any case, he supposed he could make himself a meal out of cereal tonight.
An hour later Lincoln came home, looking strangely pleased, and Michael bristled at the sight.
“Were you going to tell me you wouldn’t be home tonight?” he accused.
“Sorry kiddo,” Lincoln said after a moment’s hesitation. “I forgot to tell you I was hanging out with V today. I was kind of pre-occupied last night.” The truth was Lincoln hadn’t wanted to tell Michael yet because it undoubtedly would have lead to the discovery that Lincoln and Veronica were now dating. He wasn’t sure how the sensitive boy would react and consequently put the news off.
“Yeah, well Veronica said that she was waiting for you at home,” Michael relayed the information.
“Thanks,” the older brother said, running his hand up his neck and the back of his head as he decided whether or not to take a shower first. The sleeve of his loose sweatshirt slipped up and Michael’s eyes widened as he noticed the remnants of what looked like blood drizzled over his brother’s forearm. The younger boy stepped forward and grabbed the muscled arm down with both hands, brusquely shoving the fabric up to the elbow and examining the red liquid that was congealed onto his brother’s tanned skin.
“Mikey, let go,” Lincoln tried to jerk his arm back but the little boy held on tight and pulled the arm up to his mouth and sniffed, then darted out his pink tongue to taste the red patch to confirm his suspicion. Horrified, the older brother wrenched his limb from his brother’s unnaturally tight grasp and stalked away to the bathroom.
Michael watched his brother go, unsettled by the blood and the fact that he wouldn’t have the chance to drag the story out of his brother that night. He went to the closed bathroom door and listened to the sound of running and sluicing water before continuing into their bedroom. He coiled his thin frame around a large squishy pillow and tried to assure himself repeatedly that his brother wasn’t mad at him, as the older sibling often had to explain whenever Michael thought he did something wrong. The mantra was marginally working until he heard the water shut off and his brother come into the room for clean clothes. The teenager said nothing to the motionless ball under the covers and quietly shut the door behind him. Michael proceeded to let the insecurities wash over his mind.
Back | Next
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Date: 2006-11-24 10:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-25 12:53 am (UTC)As far as the latter part of the story...
Michael had gotten home a quarter after 3 PM and expected to busy himself with homework and television until five o’clock when his brother came home, and then the two boys might go out for pizza or groceries for a cursory homemade dinner, as per usual. However his routine was slightly altered when the phone rang around four thirty. Setting down his French homework for a moment, he picked up the phone.
When it's Michael's POV, I kind of like to list sequences because in my mind that's how the boy thinks. Very linear-ly, so I write as if actions follow actions, with relevant (in Michael's mind) facts thrown in like the time. I dunno, do you think this works? Or should I try and streamline the plot during his POV as well?
So far it seems like my best writing pops up when I'm describing emotions and feeling. So how the hell do I advance storyline @_@;; Do I need to pay as much attention to actions as I do to thoughts? In serious need of help here, lol. General tips would be nice too >_