Snippet #1686373

The young man stood in the bathroom, nearly late for the first day of his senior year, and preened, looked at his reflection in the mirror. He struck a pose. His messy brown hair fell over his steel grey eyes. His face, unlined by age, held some sadness and pain beneath the debonair veneer. He shook his head, reached out, picked up his red fedora with the purple feathers and stuck it on his head. He tilted his head to the side and nodded. “It’s good,” he said. He turned away from the mirror, bent down and grabbed his bag and headed out of the bathroom. he pulled on his yellow jacket, buttoned the middle button and looped a faux-carnation through the lapel and headed down the hall, past his adopted-father. “Good morning, Cass,” he said, ducking his head. He heard the man sigh behind him.

“Nate, you’re not wearing any pants…” Cass said, used to his young ward’s antics, and his usual state of dress.

Nate looked down at himself, pulled up the coat, saw the bottom of his pink shirt and then the start of his black boxers. “Huh, go figure,” he said before he went into his room, pulled out a pair of expensive, slightly shimmery, dark blue jeans and then sat down and pulled on a pair of black boots that he laced over the bottoms of his jeans. His fashion sense was strongly lacking in coordination, but he was somehow able to pull it off. It was due to the aura of confidence that was around him. The ‘just don’t give a flying fuck’ what anyone thinks. He walked with a slight swagger, proud of the rainbow bracelet that he wore on his left wrist. Whereas it wasn’t that rare for kids in high-school to experiment and be bi-sexual, or to mess around with the same gender, Nate was openly and completely gay. He flirted with men like heterosexual men flirted with women. He tended to make people uncomfortable, and he didn’t care, for in truth…most people made him uncomfortable. He sauntered out of the room and looked at Cass, daring him to say anything else. The other man only shrugged.

“Thought so,” Nate said with a smirk as he stopped in to peer at his nephew, playing with his blocks. “Bye, Nan~” Nate cooed at his little nephew. The baby looked up at cooed at him. Nate took that as a symbol that he could leave and he walked outside, fished out his keys to his Honda Civic and got in. The car, not the best in terms of high class quality, was perfect for what he needed to do, drive around Aidan and run errands for Danny. He waited for Aidan to get into his car and he grinned at her. “Heya, Coyo,” He said, reaching over and ruffling her hair. She ignored him and he laughed. She was not a people person. He drove them to school, maneuvering carefully until he could park.

He laughed when Aidan told him not to get into a fight and he tossed her bookbag to her. “Me? Fight? Darhlin~ I kill ‘em with kindness…” he said before he sombered when she kissed his cheek. He held her close and rocked her slightly before he laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Shut up and get out of here. I’ll meet you for lunch at the courtyard. Don’t do anything stupid like throwing something at the teacher, again…” he said. They both watched out for one another. He shook his head when she walked away and bumped into the rich priss that liked to think that she ruled the school. He turned his back to her and went the other way, into the far hall and down it. First bell meant science and he checked his schedule, chemistry. He wrinkled his nose. He was good at history and English, but he was horrid at science and most math. With his head buried into his schedule, trying to figure out who the teacher was, he didn’t even realize the direction that he was going in until he ran into someone else.

“Shit,” he swore as he stepped back. He shrugged off his bag and took off his coat, folding it over his arm. “Hey, yeah…sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he said as he ran his hands over his pink shirt, trying to smooth out any wrinkles. “I’m Nathanial Augustine, call me Nate,” he said. He wasn’t speaking cheerfully, he wasn’t doing anything but trying to apologize to the other. He wasn’t as nice to the stranger as he was with Aidan. Aidan and Nate were best friends, of the strangest variety. “You got chem with me?” he asked as he stepped into the classroom and looked over his shoulder. “Mr. Roberts is an asshole. You’ll want to sit up front, take good notes and get a lab-partner that knows what he or she is doing.”