Okay well since the latest chapter was very short and felt like well...like a let down, I've decided to give you all a better, more worth while chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one better. (I just noticed that I changed point of views from 1st person to third...I think i'm just going to stick with third person since it adds more to the story. so sorry for any inconvenience.
Dork Chapter Nine: Art
Ryan awoke in cold sweat, panting as he sat up on his bed.
"That had to be the creepiest dream ever," Ryan said as he went back to sleep.
The next morning, Ryan woke up bright and early for school. He stepped into his bathroom and took a long, hot shower. Leaning against the white tiled wall, he let out a heavy sigh. His dream still shook him. He never had a dream as horrific as that so he didn't know how to interpret it. Maybe a day at school would lessen the blow. Ryan quickly shut off the water and jumped out of the shower. Steam had clouded the bathroom mirror and collected in the enclosed space making Ryan feel suffocated in his own bathroom. After quickly brushing his teeth, Ryan quickly got dressed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fang was not in his usual seat at the table sipping black coffee and typing on his Macbook Pro, instead there was a note on the table. Ryan walked over to the note and it read:
"Hey Ryan, I'm sorry I'm not here for your first day of class after that break but this job opportunity just came up and well I have to take it. Well I'm sure you can whip something up for breakfast unless you're running late and you're not even reading this note. Wait—never mind then, I'm confusing myself just writing down this note. I'll see you later today, I'm sure. See you soon, Fang."
Ryan looked at the clock and he was indeed late. That shower and that long decision making in the closet must have wasted all that extra time that he had.
"Crap, now I have to run to school."
After surviving a bunch of long, boring lectures from his AP classes, Ryan finally got to relax at lunch. Ryan ran to his lunch table and collapsed. Moments later, someone lifted Ryan by the collar of his shirt and Ryan opened his eyes to see Riley waving and giving off one of his classic cheesy smiles.
"Hey Riley, I was just sleeping," Ryan said as he rubbed his eyes.
"I noticed. Where's your lunch?" Riley asked as he set down his grocery bag on the table.
"I was late to class so I didn't pack lunch," Ryan said as his stomach grumbled.
"Did you even eat breakfast? You know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it—."
"I know, I know but I didn't have time."
"I have a sausage here, if you want it."
"I don't think Adam or Declan would appreciate that, you whore."
"I wasn't offering my own, I actually have a sausage for lunch," Riley laughed as he pulled it out.
"That's a sausage patty for breakfast."
"It's still sausage."
"No thanks, I'll just mooch off of Declan."
"Of course you will and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you went down on his sausage," Riley laughed again.
"Do you not ever think about sex?"
"I'm a man, it's what I think about 24/7, baby."
"Adam doesn't put out as much as—."
"You. No he does not. During our break, he would not let me blow him or vice-versa. It's irritating."
"I'm not a slut."
"Says the slut."
Ryan's eyes furrowed as he grabbed Riley's sausage patty and nibbled at it like a chipmunk.
"And you said you didn't want my sausage."
"Rye Rye, are you making sex references again? How many times have I told you that the more you talk about sex, the less of a chance you're going to have sex," Adam said as he sat down with his lunch tray.
Ryan stopped halfway on the patty and his brows furrowed once again.
"Rye Rye? Have you guys said that before?"
"No, Adam came up with that name after watching some a lot of TV over the break."
"Weird, the dream I had today had Adam say that exact same thing. Actually my dream was just weird."
"What do you mean weird?" Declan said as he sat down his lunch tray.
"Welcome to the sausage fest, Declan. Your boy was just about to spill about his dream," Riley laughed.
Declan cocked his eyes and looked at Ryan. Ryan sighed and grabbed Declan's breadstick.
"Declan can I have your breadstick? Oh sure Ryan you can have it, no problem," Declan mocked.
"Sorry, if i'm going to tell you I may as well eat something."
"Did you not eat breakfast or bring your lunch today?"
"No, I was late and I didn't think of food at the time."
"Lame-oh!" Riley joked.
"Rye Rye, shut up!"
"Rye Rye?" Declan asked trying not to laugh.
"Shut up!"
"Do you guys want to hear what my dream was or do you all want to just keep on arguing about Riley's gay nickname?"
"I'm sitting right here," Adam said.
"Sorry Adam but that is a bit lame."
"Tell me about it," Riley whined.
"Just for that, I'm not going to have sex with you tonight," Adam said crossing his arms.
"Whoa whoa whoa, WHAT?!" Riley asked.
"Too late," Adam said as he took a bite of his breadstick.
"Thanks guys, really, thanks," Riley scowled.
"Well anyway, my dream was just weird. I mean for starters Blaine had a crush on Fang and Fang had a crush on him!"
"WHAT?!" the trio yelled in unison.
"I know right? They almost kissed too."
"You had a dream about my brother and your brother almost kissing?"
"It was weird, Declan."
"Blaine as a gay man, hmm," Adam said with a smile.
"Adam?" Riley said poking Adam's cheek.
"Oh what? Sorry I was just imagining Blaine gay. It'd be so cool."
"Are you serious?"
"I think Blaine wants to hurt Fang rather than fuck him."
"Hey now, who ever said that my brother was the bitch in the relationship?"
"Well you are, so it has to run in the family," Declan laughed.
"For your information, my brother would never let Blaine top him, my brother would be the one topping Blaine. I mean he did take out Blaine the night Fang took me back."
"Ok yeah, I'm definitely siding with Ryan. Blaine is definitely Fang's bitch."
"Same here, Blaine has no chance against Fang."
"Wait when did we all agree that Blaine is gay."
"Well if Ryan's brother is gay, then your brother could be gay too," Riley joked.
"Well I'm not sure if Fang is gay, I mean I dreamed about that."
"Well maybe you should ask him," Adam suggested.
"I'm not quite sure I should do that."
"Well you might as well, he's here."
"What?"
"Hey Ryan and gang, how's lunchtime?" Fang asked putting his hands on Ryan's shoulder.
"What are you doing here? Are you taking me home?"
"Oh no, I work here now."
"You do what now?"
"You know how Ms. Scotch died? Well I'm replacing here."
"Scotch?"
"She was the art teacher," Declan said. "Wait you do art?"
"I have dabbled in the wonders of art, well mainly just photography and drawing. But yes, I am the new art teacher."
"Oh this is going to be interesting," Declan mumbled.
"Did you say something, Declan?" Ryan asked.
"Well I got to go teach my class, I'll see you at home Ryan. Nice seeing you kids again," Fang said as he walked away.
"Isn't Blaine in art?" Riley asked.
"Oh yeah," Declan laughed.
"Blaine's in art?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, that's the only thing he does that isn't football and he's actually really good at it."
"Do you think that your dream possibly has a meaning to it? Like maybe quite possibly that Blaine and Fang really are going to get together?" Adam asked.
"Adam no more TV for you," Riley said patting him on the head.
"And no sex for you," Adam said patting him on the head.
Fang walked into his new classroom and quickly turned his back to the class. He picked up a dry erase marker and wrote his name on the board.
"Good afternoon class, I'm sorry for your loss of Scotch. I know how hard it is to lose someone great, but I am here now," Fang said as he turned around. "My name is Mr. Chau but just call me Fang, mister is just too formal for me plus it doesn't help that I look like one of you."
"Fang?!" Blaine yelled as he stood up from his seat.
"Oh I didn't know they let barbarians in art."
"Do you guys know each other?" one of the students asked.
"We had a little encounter during break but nothing special, now class I—."
"It was not a little encounter, it was—."
"Quiet down Mr. Barbarian, it's time for class. Now I don't know what Scotch had you all do but I'm sure all of you have been either skipping class since she's passed or just doodled but I want all of you to draw me something in this hour and thirty minutes."
"That's easy, I can draw you a family of stick figures in that time."
"Fine if that's how you want to handle my assignment, but this will be fifteen percent of your final grade. I will be grading you all on how you handle the time, what sort of techniques you use, and what exactly you draw. So pencil to papers! Class you may now begin!" Fang said as he sat on his desk.
Blaine quickly sat back down and slowly started to draw. Fang walked around the room and started to notice what everyone was drawing from cars, to anime characters, to real life portraits, even a portrait of himself. Flattery will not get that person very far but it was a pretty artistic portrait of himself. As the time went on, Fang caught eye of Blaine's drawing. He was so enamored that he stood behind him a couple feet away and watched him draw. Losing himself in the drawing, the bell finally rang.
"Oh time's already over? Well I'll look over these pieces of art tonight and get back to you all tomorrow. Oh Blaine would you stay after class? I'd like to talk to you about your piece."
Blaine glared at Fang and stood up.
"What's there to talk about?"
"I like your drawing. I was hoping you could explain it to me a little bit more."
"It's self-explanatory. Now can I go?"
"Just explain to me who this man is in the drawing?" Fang asked as he pointed at the old man with a jagged, bloody glass fragment in his hand.
"It's just a man I've been having nightmares about for a while."
"Really? I didn't think a man of your stature would have nightmares like this."
"Well I do okay, go ahead and have your laugh."
"Did I say I found your piece funny? I really do love it. But one more question that I have to ask," Fang said as he sat down on a nearby stool. "Do you often dream of dying?"
"Go fuck yourself," Blaine said as he stood up walked towards the door.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here."
Blaine stopped and looked back and sighed. He closed the door and walked back to his seat and sat down.