Stretch Me See Through ((M/M))

BrokenDreams · Subject: Re: Stretch Me See Through ((M/M)) Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:23 pm

Bree watched Tiffany's blonde hair swing out behind her as she stormed off with one last eye roll in her direction and she waved her hands in a good riddance gesture. It was no secret that the two despised each other and no matter how much people wanted her to admit it was because she liked Drake she refused and denied the fact, they were just best friends. Bree adjusted the strap on her shoulder and leveled her gaze with Drakes before smiling at his idea for them to hang out, it had been a while. Two weeks if he wanted to be exact but that even sounded a little stalkerish to her so she decided to keep that to herself for now. His idea of bowling made her grin "are you sure Drake...you know how I kick your ass every time we go" she teased, in truth they were always pretty close but she loved teasing him anyways. She nodded though "not that you need any more ass kicking with Tiffany around" she added sarcastically and gave him a speaking look. She had never been shy about the fact that she thought he deserved better than little miss pom poms but he never seemed to listen to her. "So when are you wanting to go? Straight after school? Or do you want to kick it at my house until 5 when it's like a quarter a game cuz I'm flat broke" she said and made a beggers cup with her hands "please sir...donate a quarter to the poor..." she said and then fell into a fit of giggles.

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Matahashiro · Subject: Re: Stretch Me See Through ((M/M)) Mon Sep 28, 2009 12:53 am

"Where is mommy?" 13 year old Drake asked his father as they both sit in the silent living room. His father's eyes dart at Drake as the question echoed in his mind. "Your mother is dying Drake" He growled under his breath with a sorrow and a anger tone. Drake started to whimper and his father quickly smacks him. "Man the fuck up boy...There will be no crying in this house you hear me?" Drake tries his best to bottle up his emotions but his sadness soon turned into anger. His face changes as he punches the couch. "HEY! Are you getting angry!?" His father stands up from his couch and unlatches his belt from his pants. "Do you pay bills Drake?" His father asked with such intimidation in his yell. Drake sniffles up his tears trying to conceal them only knowing letting out his emotions would give him more pain. "Better fucking answer boy..." his father growled. Drake says in a lowly whisper "N-No.." The belt makes contact with his arm , the very thickness of the belt made it feel more like a punch than anything else. "Speak like you have a pair!" "NO!" "Then your not allowed to be fucking angry, You only knew your mother for 13 years I knew her for 26 you fucking piece of shit, I would be the one angry not you, Your not a fucking girl Drake, And your not a fucking grown man, you don't have any responsibility in your life and probably never will you meaningless shit....YOU KNEW YOUR MOTHER WAS SICK AND YOU MADE HER TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL!? You fucking walk, Walk to school, grow the fuck up Drake your not going to be a child forever..." Drake is pushed against the wall, and he hits his head on the wall once he was forced against it. " Every inch your mother moves, it's like a knife...YOUR KILLING HER DRAKE, YOU Are FUCKING KILLING HER!" The beating commenced and it seemed to never stop.

"Ok students I would like to have your input on this math problem...Drake?" Broken out of trance by the teacher's voice he looks back at her with almost blank stare as if nothing was going on in his mind. "Would you like to come up hear and finish the problem?" Drake stands up from his seat and makes his way to the black board. As his hands reach out to grab the chalk the teacher notices something strange...scratch marks on the back of his hands so deep that they are dripping with blood. The teacher reaches for Drake and rests her hands on his shoulders. This startles Drake and he screams loudly before going into a fetal position. "Look Drake is crazy" one of the kids says in the class then the others follow in laughter and additional teaseing. The teacher kneels to Drake's level and says "Honey it's ok , the security guards are going to take you to the nurse."

At the nurse's office Drake sits on one of the seats by the door with his hands bandaged up as he waits for his father to come pick him up. But he knows his father won't leave work for him. Drake sits there silently as he stairs at the open door way waiting and wanting for some form of rescue from his nightmare.

Bree walks passed the nurse's office and caught a glimpse of Drake sitting in wait in the nurse's office with his hands bandaged up. She double takes as she didn't recognize Drake for a split second. She felt something wrong with him, something that wasn't normal she asked worryingly "What's wrong?" He points to his hand without a verbal answer. Without warning Bree gives Drake a hug at first he begins to shiver, his heart rate picks up as she is touching him. "I can feel your heart beat really hard" Drake finally makes a verbal response "...I'm scared" the sound of his throat clearing showed that was his first word of the day. Bree rests her head on his shoulders and says "there there" It reminded him of how his mother used to hold him. His arms reach around Bree and finally hugged her back. Their embrace lasted a entire 10 minutes.

"Thank you...."
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"Why don't you give me at least one you fucking addict" Tiffany says as lays her feet across Drake's lap while they are both sitting on a couch in front a huge TV screen in Tiffany's huge house. Drake darts his eyes away from her then back at the tv "I need these pills for my panic attacks, they aren't used like that." Tiffany smacks her teeth "My cousin uses them all the time to get high , I just want one to know how it is like." Drake didn't respond just stared off into the television and ignored her. Tiffany goes into Drake's back pack and throws his books and things out to look for his medication. "I didn't bring it with me" Tiffany lets out a frustrated scream as she threw his bag against the wall. "Go home and get it Drake..." Drake looked up at her gave a brief chuckle and left. This was the one of many days that they would get into scuffles like this but since Drake isn't a confrontational guy usually leaves the scene and becomes recluse.

In the school halls Drake always looked out of place, mostly everyone in the football team seemed to fit the fads of the time but Drake always seemed to do his own thing as he always wear black, simple attire, black shirt, black pants, original converses. He could hear Tiffany talking about the dance and how awesome it would be. Drake glances over at Bree, it was odd but she looked more radiant than ever there was no facial change when he stared at her but Tiffany quickly notices. She walks over to Drake and nudges his side "Gregory and Tom arn't coming to the dance" He turns to her as he gives her a slight quizzical look. "How come?" he asked. Tiffany stroking her hair as she spoke, Drake quickly knew that she either is lying or deviating a plan "Well they wanted to say home and play some Hal-o or whatever it's called" Drake retorts apathetically "Halo, it's called halo." He then gave a brief thought when he looked over at Bree then said with a smile "Since we have all that room, we should invite Bree to come" Tiffany crosses her arms as she looked over at Bree then at him "You have to be kidding me." Drake scratches his head "She is one of my best friends , besides she probably needs a ride to the dance."

The couple stopped in front of her and she gave the girl a grimace before looking up at Drake “hey” she said with a radiant smile. “the dance is coming up and I was just wondering if you were going because Tiffany and I are getting a limo and we both thought it would be nice if you rode with us” Drake said. Tiffany looked anything but happy about it. Drake could see the look on her face her dwelling into deep thought. Something was wrong but he couldn't catch it, psychology was his favorite class in school even though he hasn't told anyone it was he studied Bree's behavior in her eyes and saw that she had something to hide. She laughed “um…well I wasn’t really going to go” she said and waved her hands “you know dresses, heels, and dancing are definitely not my thing” she said. Drake's face seemed to fall and she felt guilty as he gave her the puppy eyes she had never been able to say no to “oh all right!” she hissed and he smiled at her once again. "That's awesome Bree, I can't wait." Tiffany rolls her eyes as she quickly felt like a third wheel. Drake looked over at Tiffany confused on why she left "o..k...Anyway.." He looked back at Bree, "We haven't hung out in a while Bree, We should defiantly do something tonight like, bowling or..." he tried to think of other things to do but said again "Bowling??"

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BrokenDreams · Subject: Stretch Me See Through ((M/M)) Fri Sep 25, 2009 9:37 pm

“Bree! Bree! I made the team for next year! I’m on the freshman football team next year” the handsome boy had yelled running up to a slim red head. She grinned and punched him on she shoulder “that’s awesome” she said and smiled at him, she knew how hard he’d been trying to get on the team and that he’d wanted nothing else their last year of middle school than to go into high school on the football team. He grinned and picked the girl up by the waist spinning her and planting a big kiss on her cheek before he put her back on her feet and turned away to whoop the news to some of their other friends that had approached at the obvious celebration. He never saw the blush on her face or the way she touched her cheek “you coming Bree?” he tossed over his shoulder and she cleared her throat “y-yeah!” she called back and hurried to catch up with them.
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6 Months Later

Bree yawned and ran a hand through her fire engine red locks to toussle them to her likeing as she made her way into the school building. Her back pack was slung over her shoulder, the plain black messenger bag was covered with random pins and stickers along with a few silver sharpie messages from some of her friends. She turned when she heard her name being called and smiled when she saw her best friend coming towards her, on his arm was his girlfriend and her face fell slightly. The girl was the cheer captain at the school so it was only natural that she would have to go after the start quarterback of the team. The couple stopped in front of her and she gave the girl a grimace before looking up at him “hey” she said with a radiant smile. No matter how far apart they were in the social ladder they had never grown apart as friends, nor had she fell out of love with him. Bree had loved him since they were kids but she had always been just his best friend, the girl he could call for advice on girls and home issues and no matter how much it hurt her she would always give him the best advice. She had even helped him get with the miss cheer captain, whom she couldn’t compare to. The girl wore cute cleavage bearing shirts, mini skirts and high heels while Bree was used to black t shirts, jeans, and a pair of her favorite converse. The girl was sexy while Bree was just…cute and plain in comparison. She tuned back in just as she was being asked a question “the dance is coming up and I was just wondering if you were going because Tiffany and I are getting a limo and we both thought it would be nice if you rode with us” he said. Tiffany looked anything but happy about it and Bree could guess who’s idea it had been to invite her along, the truth was she didn’t even have a date for the dance. Seeing as how the only person she wanted to go with was standing in front of her with a slut for a girlfriend on his arm. She laughed “um…well I wasn’t really going to go” she said and waved her hands “you know dresses, heels, and dancing are definitely not my thing” she said. His face seemed to fall and she felt guilty as he gave her the puppy eyes she had never been able to say no to “oh all right!” she hissed and he smiled at her once again. That was all she wanted, was that smile to be hers but it never could be. He would never see her that way and she knew it, at least not with Tiffany hanging around. How could anyone ever notice her next to that girl?

((Ok I need the boy that she's been best friends with since kindegarden, she secretly likes him but he always just saw here as a friend. Until now that is. He wants to do something about his crush but he's dating Tiffany and is afraid what dumping her will do to his reputation at the school. Just be creative and have fun with it. Oh and I was thinking that he wants her to go to the dance because he wanted to take her but couldn't so he just wants her to be there and possibly dance with him.))

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