New Terrors (Aaron)

[Beau Porter]

It was lunch break, and Beau needed to use the restroom. He needed to actually go and he needed to touch up his makeup. So, he was skipping along the empty hall towards the bathroom. His bookbag and hair bouncing against his back.

Yes, he was skipping. But that probably wouldn't be the first thing you'd notice about him. No, the first thing wold probably be the fact that he was wearing a skirt that barely reached his finger tips. Or better yet, it would be the visable garters holding up his thight high fish net panty hose, and his wedge flip flops that matched his pink petticoats under his skirt. Beau's bleach blonde hair was tied in baby pig tails with pink ribbons, the normal amount of hair falling over his eye. His top consisted of a white t-shirt and a black, pink laced corset-style shirt over that. And to top it off he was wearing pink and black striped arm warmers hat came just above his elbow.

Yes, Beau dressed funny for a boy. But he could really care less what people thought of him. If he did care, he wouldn't wear it. Being his second year there at Abbington Heights, most had gotten used to his odd way of dressing, but there were still some who still didn't like it, and attempted to beat the crap out of him. But he kicked, and he kicked hard, so most backed away after the first attempt.

Beau entered the empty bathroom and entered a stall. Closing the stall door behind him. He did his business, then opened the door once more and walked out.

(OoC: woohoo, crappy starter!)

[Aaron Pierce]

Okay, one would think that bumping into someone in a crowded hallway at school would be an everyday occurrence. A small knock of shoulders and a few murmured apologies followed by an uncomfortable parting of the ways; it was human nature. But, apparently, accidental body contact between two completely different individuals was a very rare taboo at Abbington Heights. One that was deemed punishable with the use of verbal abuse and physical violence. Aaron wasn’t sure if this realization had come from a gradual understanding based on his acute observations of every single person he had come across since first entering the foreign building, or if it was just one of those sudden spurts of realization that hit you at the most unwanted and [let’s face it] inconvenient of times.

Aaron was pretty sure it was the latter of the two. If the dull throbbing pain centering itself in the nasal region of his face was any indication, he had learned the hard way not to bump into anyone during his stay in Greenfield… especially big-headed, dim-witted jocks. Big being the key word, hence it’s placement as the first descriptive adjective. And the boy… man… thing really had been big, a foot taller at least and about three times as wide. And, according to Shrek [Aaron had deemed it a fitting name for the giant, he did have a slightly smashed nose and greenish skin hue], it had been Aaron who had knocked into him, and had let everyone within a hundred foot radius know this. He also saw it fitting to call him ‘fairy boy' and demand that he apologize. Cause, yeah, Aaron had probably wrinkled his shirt or something and caused him a heap of mental and emotion turmoil. Well… Aaron had always been one for reason.

But, not surprisingly, all reason got you was a swift and eager punch to the face. Aaron was on the floor before he even knew what hit him. Wow, he was pretty fast for being a large, lumbering ogre. And, fuck, did he punch hard. The older boy had then proceeded to physically lift Aaron’s smaller frame completely off the ground; probably to continue where he had left off… but thank God he never got that far. Regan, Aaron’s second, care-bear stealing cousin, had arrived just in time to intervene, promptly saving Aaron from a potential black eye, punctured lung, and head concussion. Aaron probably would have hugged, kissed, and done everything else short of worshiping her if he wasn’t so busy trying to control the blood leaking from his nose. As soon as Shrek had set him down, he was off to the nearest restroom, not even looking back or acknowledging his cousin’s presence. He made a mental note to thank her later.

Stumbling through the somewhat chipped and paint-faded door, Aaron clamored to the nearest sink, the fingers of his left hand busy pinching his nostrils closed as he tilted his head backwards. Ugh, this was just a lovely way to start his first day of school. Well, at least it was after lunch and he only had two periods left. He could then go home, flop down on the nearest available [and comfortable] surface, and pass out for the next few hours. It sounded almost heavenly. Glancing sideways, Aaron reached out and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under cold water before starting to clean off the blood as best as he could. He kept his nose pinched closed, wincing as every little movement jostled the swelling appendage. At least it wasn’t broken; Aaron could at least tell that much, but that still didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Gingerly letting go of his nose, Aaron lowered his head back down so that he was staring into the mirror. He grimaced; he looked like absolute shit. His face was red, his nose swollen, and his eyes bloodshot and watering from the pain. The thought of going to the nurse’s office briefly crossed his mind, but he shrugged it off. He could handle it, he had put up with worse. Reaching up, Aaron finished wiping the drying blood from around his nose and mouth, a small frown clouding his features as he noticed the dark stains running down the front of his shirt. So much for that outfit, there wasn’t any way those were coming out, no matter what he did. Hesitating for a moment, he attempted to wipe the blood off anyway, concentrating so hard that he effectively tuned out the world around him.

He didn’t hear the flushing of the toilet or the soft ‘click, click’ of heels on the hideously checkered, tiled floor, nor did he notice that he was no longer alone in the dimly lit, and somewhat dirty, room. Well, you could tell Aaron was painfully male, even with his somewhat girlish looks. Multi-tasking had never been one of his strong points… probably never would be, either.





[ooc: yay! i posted XD my first post for aaron... and its a little shitty, kinda odd, and 800 words. so be happy, at least you have something to reply to now! and with beau, no less. hope work isnt too bad for you, we all know what the bad days are like and, after ozzfest, we dont need to be cleaning a shitload of rooms right now. well, im gunna go... its 4:30am and im fucking TIRED. i need sleep. hopefully my next reply will be better. ugh... sleeeeeeep]

[Beau Porter]

Beau didn't hear the other boy come into the bathroom. He was too busy singing N*SYNC in his head. Hey, at least it was in his head and he wasn't singing out loud and dancing. But, it was still only the first day of school, so it was bound to happen sometime.

Of course, last year had gotten him in trouble. The whole singing and dancing thing. And it wasn't the students that got him in trouble, or at least not directly. They had complained to the teachers about it (something about it kind of scary that a boy dressed as a girl was running around the halls singing and dancing), and the teachers told him to stop. It was better then having the crap beat of him for it though. So, he stopped, at least when he was walking in the halls, but the moment he was outside of the building he was all over the place.

Most of the bullies left him alone though. They discovered real fast that he was a kicker, and more often then not it was the bully on the ground, crying and holding himself, and Beau skipping down the hall as if nothing had happened. The soccer coach had seen the happen once. He offered Beau a position on the team. The girls team. The caused Beau to go into one of his fits, shouting at the coach "I'm not a girl!" He then proceeded to kick the coach in the shin, hard, before running off and hiding. He hid in the girls locker room. The girls didn't mind, they all knew he had no interest in them like that. Beau spent an hour hiding in the locker room giving the girls makeup and hair advice before the coach found him. The male coach came into the female locker room. Beau screamed like a little girl when he saw him. Of course, seeing the coach limp was well worth the month of detention.

But there he was, walking up to the sink to wash his hands, his head bobbing to the tune he was singing in his head. He didn't fully notice the other boy until he looked up in the mirror to fix his hair. He tried to look like he wasn't paying any attention to the other, fixing his baby pig tails as he studied the other in the mirror.

To sum it up. Beau thought the boy standing not too far from him was cute. Huggable, kissable, sexable cute. He defiantly had some Asian in his heritage, which only made him that much more attractive to Beau. Asian's were cute, and being one himself, he thought himself cute. Yes, he was slightly conceded. Beau needed to distract himself before the boy realized that Beau was staring at him through the mirror.

Beau bent down to reach into his backpack for his strawberry lip gloss when he realized that the other was in distress. Beau finally turned to him fully and saw the blood on his shirt, and a small little bit forming under his nose again. Beau gasped and placed his hands over his lips. Had he been holding anything, it'd be on the ground.

"You're bleeding!" Beau said trying not to shriek through his hands.

Beau hated blood. Made him sick to his stomach, even seeing his own blood did the same thing. But even though it made him feel that way, it also brought out the maternal side of him, and he wanted to help the other boy. He just didn't know how.

So, instead, Beau stood there, staring wide-eyed and hands covering his mouth, most likely looking like an idiot.