STORM
FRONT
By SF Writer aka Ty
Copyright 2000 Stormnation, All rights reserved.
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I mumbled in my sleep moving my hand up Lucas' chest and yawning as I moved my head over his heart. I swung my leg over his and snuggled up close, wrapping my arms around him as much as I could. I was so tired, I must have been the most sleep-deprived person on the planet. On top of staying up all night with Lucas and then going to work at the crack of dawn, I had spent the whole week working my ass off. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t mind me taking this one-day off. I wouldn’t have been any use at school and plus I wanted to spend some time with Lucas. I smiled in my sleep, gently resting my hand on Lucas' hand. I opened my eyes slowly, yawning yet again. I blinked and tried to unblur my tired eyes. "Holy shit Mike!" I yelled in surprise, falling off my bed as I jumped back. "What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Lucas?" Mike lay there smiling back at me and letting out a yawn of his own. He propped his head up on the pillow "Lucas has gone home to unpack his gear and get changed etceteras. He wanted to be back before you woke up. He should be back soon. And I wanted to see how my brother was. So don’t go jumping away. I’m not going to bite." "Sorry Mike." I said smiling. "I just got a fright that’s all. I thought you were Lucas that’s why I was you know…" "It’s cool bro. Come on, I like holding you." "You do?" "Yeah. It feels like I’m looking after you or something. You still look tired." I lay back down next to Mike and rested my head on his chest. "I am tired." I said yawning. "I tell you I have had the worst week. But I’m glad you and Lucas are back now." It didn’t take long for me to start getting tired again and I was yawning again as my eyes slowly closed. "Get some rest Bro." Mike said pulling the blanket over us and holding me gently. "It’s good to have you back bro. I missed you." I mumbled softly. "I missed you too, now get some sleep…" I didn’t catch the rest; I was already on my way back to the dreamscape.
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"Where’s Claire?" Marcel asked. "Where’s Cody?" Sarah replied. "Who cares about Cody. He and I aren’t really friends. He’s a bit of a dork. He thinks he kicked Storms ass. What a dreamer." "Oh you’re kidding? Cody? He must have been one of them. Chalk one more reservation for the Smack down hotel." "What?" Marcel asked in surprise. "Cody. He must have been one of the group that beat the shit out of Storm. When did Cody say this?" "A few days ago. What are you talking about? Was he serious?" Marcel asked shaking his head in disbelief. "Come on Marcel, read the signs. Remember when you dealt to Brad last week when he and Storm were about to face off? Well Storm went off by himself in a huff and Brad went after him with a few friends and kicked his ass. I mean, you’ve noticed Storm has been really like lame lately, defeated like and shit." "Holy shit. I had no idea. I thought it was because he broke up with Lucas." "I think that’s part of WHY he broke up with Lucas. You know how Storm works. I can’t believe it’s taken nearly a week to the day to find out about this." "Fuck." Marcel mumbled in disbelief. "What?" "Fuck." "I love your elegant and diverse use of vocabulary Mr. Lewis." "I can’t believe it. This is all my fault." "Oh man shut up. Brad’s the jerk here." "You’re right. I just can’t believe I didn’t notice. No wonder Storm took off to Abby’s. To get away from Lucas, and to hide from us. And he’s been doing it most of this week. I talked to him last night but I still had no idea. Does Lucas know?" "Lucas is the one who kicked Brads ass. Mike reckons Lucas pounded him down big time. Apparently Josh was one of them as well. I’m not sure who else. You can be sure that Scott and Peter were there. Cody aye, what a dork. He’ll get his." "What shall we do?" "Honestly? I’m not sure. I don’t think Storm would want us to interfere. But then again, I’d love to smack Brad a good one. And don’t give me that you’re a girl bullshit." "Ok ok! I think you’re right though about not doing anything major. But I’m definitely going to have a few WORDS with Cody, don’t worry I won’t beat him up." "Where is he anyway? I thought you two were joined at the hip?" "Ha Ha funny funny." Marcel said sarcastically. "I don’t really know. I haven’t seen him around much today. Besides, I wanted to hang with you. But where’s Claire? Are you two like best friends now?" "I don’t know Marcel." Sarah shrugged. "I didn’t really used to like her that much but lately when I’ve been with her she’s been really cool. I guess I’m just not used to hanging with girls. I like the guys." Sarah grinned. "Me too." Marcel grinned widely, flashing his smile and his eyes. "You are such a babe Marcel. You could have anyone you want. Do you just not want anyone right now?" "Not really. I like being single. And besides I don’t really have much choice do I? I mean do you know anyone outside of Lucas, Storm and I that’s you know…" "What about Claire’s brother Jason?" "It’s Jacob. And I’m not really sure. I’m too scared to call him back actually. And he doesn’t live in Merlow. Plus I’m new at this. I’ve only ever been with girls. It’s so easy with them." Sarah raised her eyebrow and gave Marcel a sour look. "We are not easy." "Oh I didn’t mean like that. I just meant I’m less nervous." "I know I know. Do you like him?" "Well…yeah I do. Only from what I saw. I couldn’t say for sure. I mean he’s really cute and everything. Really really cute. And he likes the same things as me. But I dunno. I think I like being single." "Oh ok then." Sarah smiled. Now she had a target she could go out and hunt it. Time to pull out Cupids arrow and get to work. "Hi you two." Claire said smiling. "Hey Claire. Sit down." Sarah said pulling a chair out for Claire. "Thanks." Claire replied. "Hey Claire!" Marcel smiled. "Hey Marcel. Hey umm are you gonna call my brother? He’s really like tearing his hair out thinking you don’t like him." "Oh…" Marcel replied. "Marcel’s too chicken shit. Here’s his phone number. Get your brother to call him." Sarah said writing on Claire’s hand. "Oh ok. I’ll do that. Don’t worry Marcel he doesn’t bite…much."
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"Lucas…Lucas." I mumbled in my sleep. I tossed and turned unable to sleep, yet unable to awaken. "Wake up." The voice said. "Wake up." "What?" I said opening my eyes. "Storm…wake up." "What is it?" "You were calling out to me baby. What’s wrong?" "Lucas!" I smiled. I rubbed my eyes and realized that Lucas had taken Mike’s place. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close, burying my head in his neck and inhaling his aroma. "I missed you so much!" I said showering him with kisses. "I missed you too baby. I wasn’t gone that long was I?" "You were gone long enough for me to notice you were gone. I love you so much. Do you still love me?" I said smiling. "Hmm I dunno." Lucas said jokingly. "Of course I do dude! You’ve got a beautiful smile you know." "I don’t have any reason not to smile right now. I’m here with the guy I love. I’m very happy. I love you. I love you. I love you…and if you haven’t caught on yet, I love you." I said smiling widely. Lucas smiled smugly to himself, his smile just adding to my wanting to smile myself. He sighed, confident and happy. He brought his hand to my face and held it tenderly, still smiling smugly to himself. "Just shut up and kiss me…please." "Ok." I smiled shrugging. Oh boy how can you get sick of these strawberry lips! I sucked gently on Lucas lower lip, tasting him greedily. Slowly I moved my attention to his upper lip, nibbling on it gently. Lucas obviously wanted me to get a move on because he moved my head so our lips were on each other’s and he began his assault, sending his tongue in to explore. I was so hot for Lucas now I couldn’t help myself. I ravaged him with my passion filled kiss, moving my hands down to the bottom of his shirt and practically ripped it off him. I wasn’t wearing a shirt so Lucas had nothing to rip off, besides his hands were too busy grabbing whatever flesh they could. I moved my lips down towards Lucas' nipple and flicked my tongue at it, teasing Lucas unbearably. I kept this up for a bit before I engulfed it all, sucking on it like a baby. Lucas' fingers pressed into my back, gripping firmer with each continuing moment I spent on his nipple. I eased my assault as Lucas' cries and moans turned to a gentle whimper. Slowly I moved my lips towards Lucas' neck and made my assault on the soft nape of his neck. I nibbled on it gently before resuming my sucking motion. Moving my hand back to Lucas' nipple and teasing it relentlessly. As Lucas' soft moans become louder and more intense I increased the pressure I had on his neck. I could have put a vampire to shame. Lucas' moans became louder and he held my shoulders and back tightly with his legs wrapped around my waist. I think he was trying his best to stop himself from going into an all out humping motion. "Dude…I can’t take it. Storm!" he cried. "UH" "Eewwww. That doesn’t look like that much fun." "Oh shit Mike!" I yelled jumping back. Mike stood in the doorway with a tray of food in his hands and a stupid grin on his face. He rolled his eyes in mock disgust and placed the tray down at my desk. "I’m gonna let you two finish doing whatever it is your doing. I’ll be downstairs ok." He said walking out and downstairs. I turned to look at Lucas who was sitting against the wall with his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He rested his chin on his knees and was rocking himself gently, his face all sweaty and he was still breathing a little heavy. "Lucas what’s wrong?" I said sitting next to him. I put my arm around him and he shrugged me off. "Shut up. Don’t touch me." "What did I do Lucas?" "You shouldn’t have done that. You should’ve stopped." "Stopped what?" "You know what." "I…I’m sorry. I thought you liked it." "I did. That was the problem. I liked it a bit too much." "Oh…you didn’t. We didn’t even go down there man. We didn’t even get our shorts and pants off let alone boxers." "I know. But you’re just so good. You just drove me over the edge man. I couldn’t help myself. It just…happened." "I’m sorry Lucas. I’m sorry." "Yeah..." "I…I didn’t mean to I promise. It’s ok though Lucas, you can borrow some of my boxers." "I don’t want to. Just don’t touch me ok." "I won’t touch you I promise. Anything you want Lucas." "I wanted the first time to be special. Not some afternoon fling." "I didn’t think you were going to shoot man. I just thought we were fooling around a little." "Well you were wrong. Just don’t touch me ok. I’m going home." Don’t cry Storm, don’t cry. "Yeah…sure…ok then." I said submissively. Lucas picked his shirt up and threw it on quickly before he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. "I’m sorry." I said quietly. Lucas paused at the door and turned his head slightly before he walked off completely and left. I sat on my bed, feeling cold and cheap and like I was a bad person. Don’t touch me. Do you know how much that cuts? Don’t let it get to you Storm. Get a grip and push on. I think if this were last week I would have broken up with Lucas but I’d already done that once and learnt my lesson. I had to stick it out and work through it. I’m sure he’d come to his senses and we would be able to talk. Just try not to dwell on it Storm. I felt cheap and used though; there was no denying that. I took a few deep breaths and held my head in my hands. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get a grip on things. It’ll be ok Storm, it’ll be ok. I slipped a tee shirt on and made my way downstairs to talk to Mike, grabbing the tray of food as I went. Mike could help, I know he could. I could always count on Mike to always be there and listen. He usually had a good take on things too when it came to me especially. I walked into the lounge and sat down next to Mike who was watching TV. I placed the tray in between us and smiled at Mike. "Share this with me Mike. I’m not really hungry right now." "I hope I didn’t cause some kind of argument. Lucas didn’t look too happy when he said bye." "Ahh forget about it. It’ll be ok. He’ll be back when he’s calmed down a bit. And don’t start on me with the Brad thing. I’ll sort it out later ok. I just don’t want to think about him right now. I want to know how you are." "You’re on the ball today aren’t ya. Sarah’s been telling me about how you’ve been lately and she’s worried. I’m worried. Are you ok?" "I’m ok now. It just blew me more than I admitted to myself. I don’t really want to get into it ok Mike? I’ll talk to Sarah later. I’m ok though. But I’m glad you’re back bro." "If I had of known you weren’t handling everything ok, I would have stayed behind with you. You still don’t look ok bro." "Just this fucken thing with Lucas. Everything goes wrong. I just can’t seem to keep it right. There I was thinking everything was going to be ok and then this happens. If I didn’t use my give up card last week I think I’d be using it now." "Oh man shut up! You don’t think Sarah and I have problems? You’ll get them man, it doesn’t mean you bail at the first hint of trouble. Just stick with it and it’ll work itself out, you’ll see." "Thanks Mike. I needed that. So how are things with you and Sarah?" "They’re great. She’s coming over here after School by the way. Wants to see you, and me." "Oh brother, I’m gonna get it from her. I haven’t spoken to her properly all week." "Oh man, you are so dead. She’s going to kill you. A whole week? Sheesh. I know Sarah and for sure she’s going to be laying into you." "Yeah…you do know her. Mike…can I ask you something?" "Sure thing dude." "Uuhh were you…making a move on Sarah…while her and I were together?" Mike got a bit hurt and even a little bit pissed off when he heard that. His face half-frowning and half cross. "Bro…why do you have to go there? I thought we were past that. Are you still angry at me about Sarah?" "Not really. It’s not like I ever really had her. I was just wondering." "You mean you were testing me? You want to know how much you can trust me? And you can’t trust me if I’m trying to steal your girl while she was still your girl right?" "I guess." "I didn’t go anywhere near her THAT way until long after you split up. I did not make a move on her while you were together. And you know how much it hurt me to have to tell you about us. We went through all that shit back then. I know it felt like I betrayed your trust. And maybe I did cross some line…but I’d do it again to get Sarah." "Yeah…" I said downcast. "Don’t be like that Storm." "Like what?" "Like that thing you’re feeling." "I can’t help it. You basically said I come after everything else. Which is fine. I can understand that. So don’t sweat it." "That’s not what I meant." "Forget about it. I’m gonna go over to Lucas' house. You know the drill, this is your house." "Storm…please." "See ya." I said after putting my last shoe on and heading out the door. "I once knew a man who could walk up on his tippy toes.
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"Ok where is he?" Sarah said bursting through Storms front door. "He’s not here. I thought Marcel was coming with you?" Mike replied. "Oh yeah he’s out front with Mrs. M. She’s just come back for afternoon coffee break and then she’s going again. Marcel is kissing her ass as usual, you know." "Oh cool. I better go say hi." "Where’s my hi?" Sarah asked perturbed. Mike clicked the TV off and got up to kiss Sarah hello on the cheek as he brushed past her and made his way outside. "Punk!" Sarah yelled. "Awww you know I love ya baby!" Mike yelled back. Mike walked over towards Mrs. Marcus car and nodded hello to Marcel. "Hi Mom." Mike smiled as he kissed Mrs. M on the cheek. "Give me a hug Mike. How are you?" She said squeezing Mike tightly in a warm embrace. "I’m great thanks. I missed you heaps." He smiled. "So did you have a good trip?" "It was pretty good yeah. I’m gonna stay here tonight, is that cool?" "That’s fine. You don’t have to ask." "Me too. Can I bring home a date?" Marcel grinned. "I was kidding, I was kidding." "Good. I don’t want my house turning into some lovers nest." "Aww so why does Storm get to make nookie with Lucas all the time then? And Sarah and Mike." "Shut up Marcel. Mother has spoken." "That’s not fair." Marcel sulked. "Marcel, It’s only because I know Sarah and Lucas. If you really want to bring someone home then we’ll talk about it ok?" June said kissing Marcel on the forehead and rubbed the few tears he had out of his eyes. Marcel hugged June and poked tongues to Mike with a big grin on his face. "It’s only because I want you to meet whoever I do go out with. I want them to meet this special lady." "Suck up." Mike said rolling his eyes. "Ok then Marcel. We’ll talk later ok." "Ok I’ll go put the kettle on for you." "Thanks sweetie." June smiled. Marcel smiled brightly and walked inside the house, prodding Mike as he went. Mike leaned against the car and smiled at June. "I can’t believe you fell for that." He grinned. "Hey, you gotta give him the attention or he won’t feel special. And you know how I like making you all feel special." "Oh so that’s where Storm gets it from. He’s a lot like you. He’s lucky." "Don’t go feeling all left out Mike." June said hugging Mike and rubbing his back soothingly. "It’ll be ok." Mike leaned his head on her shoulder and rubbed his eyes on her jersey. "I wanna live with you…" Mike whimpered. "I wish you could baby. But what about your Dad?" June whispered. "I don’t care about him. I don’t even want to go back. I’ve been gone for a week and this is the first place I came back to, doesn’t that say something?" "You’re all your father has. He has his faults but underneath it all he’s a good man, I believe that. Why are you so scared of going home Mike?" "I just feel safer here. You know he has his little periods of being fine and everything and then he’ll hit the bottle again for no reason. I’m sick of it. I’m always trying to stay out of his way so I don’t give him an excuse to lash out at me." "Ok Mike. You know that whenever you don’t feel safe, you come straight here. Anytime you don’t feel safe you come straight here do you understand? Do you want me to talk to your Dad?" "No, it’ll only make things worse. I’ll be ok." "Keep your chin up Mike. Everything will be ok, you’ll see." "Promise?" "I promise." "MOM!! IT’S READY!" Marcel yelled. "Come on, let’s go inside." June said ushering Mike.
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I jumped over the fence to Lucas' backyard and ran across it to Lucas' house. I shimmied up the wall, using the drainpipe as a foothold to make my way to Lucas' window. Luckily Lucas' room window was open so I wouldn’t have too much trouble getting in. I popped my head up discreetly and looked in to see if Lucas was inside. Sure enough, there he was sitting on his bed with his head in his arms. "Lucas." I said softly. Lucas raised his head and looked at me in surprise, his eyes wet with tears and his face distressed and confused. "Storm." He replied barely audible. "Can I come in please?" Lucas nodded in agreement and I pulled myself inside and flung myself onto Lucas bed and sat next to him. "Hi." He said softly. "I’m sorry Lucas. It won’t happen again I promise. I won’t touch you or do anything. I just want you to be ok." Lucas sat there with his eyes downcast and not saying anything. He didn’t look like he knew what to say. I was trying to think of something I could say to make everything ok but I think I made the wrong choice coming over. I think Mike was right and Lucas needed his space and time out. "Well I just wanted to say that. I’ll see you later." I said flipping out the window. "No. Don’t go please." "Are you sure?" Lucas nodded yes and I pulled myself back in and sat back down. I sat there biting my lip, not knowing what to say. I looked at the wall hoping Lucas would say something. I loved this room because it had Lucas written all over it, figuratively speaking of course. "I’m sorry. It was my fault. I’m the one who couldn’t handle it. I ruined it for us." "Then why are you so angry at me?" "I…I don’t know. I just…don’t know." "That wasn’t very nice what you did to me. You made me feel cheap like a slut. Like I was a bad person. And I’m not." I said sniffing and wiping my nose. I was trying not to cry and I don’t think I was going to really cry. I just still felt hurt by what Lucas had said to me and what he made me feel like. Lucas moved himself next to me and took my hand, he held it in his own and rubbed it gently. "I’m sorry Storm. I’m really sorry." Lucas put his hand on my face and held it tenderly, I nearly burst into tears right then BUT I DIDN’T. Just let a few slip that’s all. Lucas rubbed a few tears out of my eyes and leant in to kiss me and I shook my head in defiance. "No." I said shaking my head free and ripping my hand away. "No more touching. I don’t wanna touch you and I don’t want you to touch me. No more." "Don’t touch me." I stammered. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end of that line?" "Not great? I’m sorry Storm. I really am." "Sorry don’t cut it. I meant what I said. Don’t touch me. I think we should just roll with that hands off arrangement you started." "I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel cheap or bad because you’re not. You’re the love of my life, I adore you, I idolize you, I love you." "Then why’d ya say it?" I said frustrated and angry. "If I’m so special why’d you make me feel like a whore." Lucas grabbed my arms tight and shook me "You’re not a whore ok. You’re not. And if I made you feel that way then I’m a creep." "I said don’t touch me." I sobbed shaking him off again. "I don’t know what I can do to make it better. I want us to be happy. I’m so sorry Storm. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry…" Lucas sobbed. "Get a grip Lucas. We can’t change the past. I know that as well as you. We’ve both hurt each other. We didn’t mean to, we just did." "So what do we do?" "The thing is Lucas. We have to look to the future. We know we love each other. We’ve been to hell and back for each other. How many couples, yeah I said couples. How many couples can say that? Ours isn’t some date or some kiddie relationship. We got something special here. You know I love you. I know you love me. This is just a kink. I’m not even worried about it because I know we’re going to get past it. We just have to look to the future. And if you agree with me and love me as much as I love you gimmie a hell yeah." "Hell yeah." Lucas smiled. "We’ve been through so much Storm. We’ve worked hard and gone through hell to get where we are. And you know I’d do it all again just to be with you. I don’t have any regrets, except for that last stunt I pulled. I’ll make it up to you I promise." "I think we should still go with that hands off thing for a few days at least. Might put things in perspective. I just don’t feel up to it either. I think I’m going to be sick." I said covering my mouth and running to the bathroom. I threw up three times down the toilet. I don’t even know what triggered it. I think it was because I felt so sick inside from the way Lucas treated me that it manifested itself into something physical. I stood up feeling a little woozy and leaned against the wall. I felt Lucas'4 hand rubbing my back and I felt sick all over again and started throwing up. Another two chuck projectiles. I fell to my knees, drooling into the bowl and feeling like a right proper screw up. Lucas tried to pick me up but I put my hands against the wall and steadied myself so I could use my own weight to pick me up. I staggered to my feet and tried to shake off the after effects. "I better go." I said walking past Lucas. "I can look after you here. Please don’t go. Please don’t go." Lucas begged. "I don’t feel good Lucas. I need to lie down. I better go home." "Then I’m coming with you." "No you’re not. You haven’t even said hello to your parents since you got back. They should be back soon. The last thing they need to see is me sprawled out sick on your bed. I’ll call you later." I said closing the door behind me and heading back home. I figured I’d use the sidewalk this time, I didn’t fancy jumping no fences right about now. I felt yucky but a bit better. I made my way down the street and crossed over to turn the corner. I sped up the pace to a slight jog as I was in a hurry to get home. The afternoon was still a bit gray but there wasn’t any rain, still a bit cold though. I got to my street and could see someone standing on the corner just a bit down from my house. I recognized the person immediately as Josh Barret. What was he doing here? I was pretty sure he’d been one of the people that helped Brad, Lucas still hadn’t filled me in on all the details yet. "Come back for another round huh. Well you won’t catch me off guard this time. Where are your sidekicks and that big dumbass you kiss ass to?" Josh did his trademark bottom lip ‘I don’t know what to say because I’m too chicken’ look. He was such a spineless fuck and I really hated him. I was hoping he’d give me a good reason to pound the shit out of him because even feeling as sick as I did, I was still angry at those punks. Josh threw his eyes to the ground, obviously having trouble speaking to my face. "I came here to apologize. To say sorry for what Brad and them did to you. And for me not doing enough to stop him." "What? You came here to apologize? Are you serious? You think I’m stupid? Where’s Brad? Where’s he hiding? Is this some kind of set up again?" I asked looking around. "Nothing, I swear." "Like I’m supposed to believe you. You just stay away from me. And next time you feel like smashing my head against a wall you better watch out because I’ll be ready. Watch yourself coz fucker…Storm’s back." I said turning to walk away. "Wait Storm. I tried to help you! I made them stop! Who do you think helped you home!" Flashbacks of last Friday’s events came flooding back to me. There wasn’t much I remembered except Brads taunting voice and my head hitting the wall, kicks being laid into me, punches to the head. It was still a bit of a blur. I remember losing consciousness and waking up momentarily to someone walking me along the street. My weight being supported by someone whose face I didn’t see, it was all so blurry damnit. I remember his smell though. Strangely enough. "Come here." I said motioning Josh towards me. I grabbed his collar and leant in to smell him. He looked at me bewildered, wondering what the hell I was doing. I think he thought I was going to grope him or something. He sure did smell nice but his name aint Lucas. Sure enough though the smell was familiar. "Ok so you did help me. What do you want me to do? Kiss your ass or something." "No. I just…I just…" "You just what? You just what?" "I wanted to say sorry." "Yeah well, forget about it." "Uhhh I hope you and Lucas sorted things out. He was pretty racked during the week." "Wait a minute. I don’t want to talk about this with you. Who the fuck are you? What do you know? You’re the reason I went through all this shit to start off with. Why don’t you find someone else to be your buddy, Lucas doesn’t need you. You’re the reason they invented the word loser. You and that fuck up buddy of yours." "I just wanted to…" "Aahh save it. Remember that payback’s a bitch. I’m outta here." I said walking off. "Can’t we be friends?" "Me? Be friends with you? Hell no." I replied. Maybe it was a bit harsh but who cares, did he deserve any less? I left him standing there like an idiot and didn’t really care too much that I did. Weak fuck that he is. For some reason I despised Josh, he was so weak and pathetic. I wanted to kick his ass. Make him go through what I went through but when all was said and done would it really help anyone? I wondered what Lucas saw in him. Maybe he felt sorry for Josh. Lucas was so friendly to everyone it was hard to tell. Maybe he wanted to help him because Josh was gay and needed support. Maybe I was too biased against Josh. I’d never liked him. He didn’t have a spine. And he hung out with scum. That’s enough to turn me off. I walked up to my front door and pushed it open. Before I had even taken two steps inside there were two hands on me, grabbing me roughly. "You, upstairs now." "What? What did I do?" "It’s what you didn’t do. Upstairs." "I have to…" "You have to what?" Sarah asked sternly. "Uhh go upstairs?" "Bingo." I started making my way upstairs fearing the wrath of Sarah. "OoOOOOoooh Storm’s in trouble!" Mike and Marcel both yelled from downstairs. "Shut up you two." I yelled back. I carried on up the stairs and went into my room flopping myself straight onto my bed. I pulled the blanket over me and hugged the pillow. "Sarah do we have to do this now? I don’t feel good." Sarah’s stern pissed off face melted a little, and I do mean a little. She closed the door and came and sat next to me on the bed. She put her hand to my forehead and held it there. "You’re not kidding are you? You don’t feel so good. What’s wrong?" "I don’t know. I was at Lucas' house and I just got sick all of a sudden. I’ve been feeling this way for the past few days actually. I just wanna sleep." "That’s what you said to me last time. And then when I got back you were gone." "You were the one who left me remember?" "I had to…" "No you didn’t. But you did. It’s ok. I just want to sleep. Oh shit…" I said getting up and running to the bathroom. Two more puke projectiles to add to the list. I sat there hunched over the toilet bowl. Sarah knelt behind me rubbing my back. I leant my head against the wall and stayed there, unable to move. "Sarah…I don’t think I can get up." "It’s ok. I’ll help you." Sarah helped me to my feet and I leaned against her shakily. She helped me stumble towards my bed and I fell on it. I couldn’t move at all now, I felt paralyzed. I pulled myself onto the bed slowly and lethargically. "Sarah…I think I need help…" I said just as I began coughing up blood. "Holy shit. MRS. M!!! MRS.M!! STORM NEEDS HELP!!! HELP!!" Sarah yelled rushing to the door. My vision started going blurry but I could see and feel the blood in my hands as I coughed violently. Eventually it stopped and I fell back. "What’s wrong? What’s wrong?" Mom asked in a panic as she burst in. Mike and Marcel were two steps behind her as she rushed to my side. She knelt down next to me and looked around me to see if she could tell what was wrong. "Mom…help me…" "It’s ok baby. I’m here now. Everything is going to be ok. Where’s the pain sweetheart?" she asked frantically, her hands brushing my forehead and wiping the blood off me. "Everywhere. I can’t say for sure, it’s just everywhere." Mom sat me up and I hunched over as she pulled my shirt off. She started rubbing my back "Tell me where it hurts son." "I’ll be ok Mom. Maybe if I just get some sleep." I said letting my head fall. Mom patted my back and kept rubbing. She moved her hand behind my windpipe and smacked it hard sending a burst of air up me and obviously something else because I started puking again. This time with blood. I moaned slightly my whole world spinning "Ok that’s it. Marcel call an ambulance now. Tell them it’s possible internal bleeding." Mom said signaling Marcel. In an instant Marcel had already gone. "Here I’ll help you carry him down." Mike said. "Thank you Mike." Mom said as they both eased me gently off my bed before Mike picked me up. My arms dangled loosely and my head fell back unable to support itself. "Sarah can you stay here and tell Dade his brother is in hospital and then you two can catch a taxi down if you want to come and I’ll pay for it." "We’ll come down as soon as he gets here." Sarah replied. Mike carried me out and down the stairs, the last thing I remember hearing was Mike’s voice telling me it’ll be ok. I believe him.
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Dade walked briskly along the footpath, flanked by his buddy Robert. They had all their hockey gear ready and were going to put in some practice between the two of them. Dade liked doing whatever he had to, to keep on top of his game. They were going to the local park to put in some hours. "Dade man you think you can get Claire? She’s like up there in the elite club man." Robert asked as they walked along. Dade smiled as he responded "She’s so nice and sweet and you know she’s cool. And you know as well as I do she’s a babe. I wanna give it a try at least. I mean she can only say no. And if she does, who cares? I tried." "You got balls man. Going straight to the top aye. I thought you liked Natalie." "I’m just going for what I want. Natalie’s cool and everything. I just like Claire more." "Ok then Dade. So when are you gonna do it?" "I’m going to ask Marcel tonight. He’ll help me." "Man you are so lucky, you get to hang out with all those guys." "Yeah well…I’ve known them my whole life. Don’t get all star struck on me, I hate that. They’re just people like you and me. Who just happen to be very cool and popular."
"Yeah whatever, face it you’re the
man. You and your brother are like the coolest dudes ever. Everyone who hangs with him
gets cool. And just like with you."
* * * * * * * Storm Front is back. I hope you all enjoyed that Chapter. Don't forget to post your thoughts on the message board or drop me a line. I had a good break away from the story but now it's time to get back into it. I hope you guys are ready. Stay Tuned for Chapter 12 and send me a note to let me know what you thought of Chapter 11