Oh God, it’s been forever, sorry *iz ashamed*

I wasn’t gonna put in any slash just yet, but I decided to be nice and did it for Lyra the BadWolf cause you’re awesome :) Well, more teasing you with it here ;)

Portrait of a Friend

That evening Bo entered his house to a loud TV and even louder laughing and talking. His dad and two of his work buddies where in the living room, beer and friendly drunken shouting flowing freely. He kept his head down and tried to pass unnoticed, he’d only taken a single step when his name was called out however. He glanced up to find two cheerful faces, and one anything but pleased. “Bo!” One of the men, Gary, called as he stumbled over and threw an arm around the teen’s shoulders, almost knocking him off balance when his full weight was dropped against him. “When are you comin’ to work with your old man then, eh?”

Bo gave him a tight smile, trying to get him off without being to obvious. “I’m still at school.” Gary gave a grunt and Bo turned his attention to his father, looking at his shoulder rather than meeting his eyes, and licked his lips nervously. “Dad, Leo called the other day, he wanted to talk to you.”

He didn’t reply, and Bo took it as a meaning to get lost, one order he was all too happy to comply with. If only Gary would move away. “I’ve got to make a call.” He said the first thing that came to mind, then realised that he actually did. It was Thursday, and he’d asked Kim out tomorrow, she’d said to ring her.

“Got a date?” Gary asked, grinning a toothy grin at him and pulling he a little closer in a one armed hug.

“Yeah, I do, I need to call her.” And he slipped out from Gary’s grasp. He glanced at his father, who was looking at him strangely, but quickly looked away. Grabbing the phone in the hall, he dashed upstairs, ignoring the embarrassing calls from Gary.

Ten minutes later, after an only slightly awkward conversation, he’d arranged with Kim to pick her up tomorrow at seven in the evening, which would give them plenty of time to get ready and do anything that may need doing before leaving for some concert of a band Bo didn’t bother to remember the name of.

Right now he was hungry, and knew it’d be the prefect time to head on down to the kitchen and get something to eat while is dad’s friends where here. He couldn’t exactly do anything in front of them after all.

Still, nothing could calm his nerves when he was in his home. He padded down the stairs as silently as he could. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, he listened to the three men’s voices, still in the living room. Now was a good time to head for the kitchen, but Bo stayed rooted to the spot. What if his father came out into the hall, or wanted another beer from the kitchen. Minutes passed, and Bo was only getting more and more anxious. He should have gone minutes ago! Now his dad would come out for sure. Another minute passed, and the hall stayed empty, licking his lips and trying to ignore the to quick beat of his heart, Bo made a dash for the kitchen, still keeping as silent as he could. Without wasting time, he filled a cup with water, grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard, and made a mad dash back out into the hall and up the stairs. Right now he didn’t care for the noise, or how stupid his actions must seem from someone elses perspective. His senses said run. His legs worked extra hard and all he could think was getting to his room. Adrenalin making every emotion double and action increase. He didn’t notice any water from the cup splash over the side and onto his hand. He had to get to his room. He was safe there.

He put the food and drink on the floor and collapsed onto his bed, the fright having stolen his energy. He panted, having been robbed of breath at the sudden bolting, and waited for his heart to calm.

Voices still floated up from downstairs as Bo laid still, the only movement he was making was blinking and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. A few minutes passed like this, until Bo finally collected himself and reached down for his snack. He ate as slowly as he could, it wasn’t as if he were in any sort of rush. Still, one bag of chips doesn’t stretch far, and soon he found himself stairing aimlessly at the wall, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. He didn’t want to be here. Where did he want to be? He didn’t know. He rolled over onto his side and scowled at the world in general, he didn’t want to exist here, he didn’t want any friends intruding on his life, he just wanted to be left alone in nothingness. …But, at the same time, being alone scared him more than he cared to admit.

“What do you think about Bo?” Jimmy asked his sister, sat on the sofa watching some boring reality show on the TV.

Ellie glanced at him from her position next to him before looking back to the telly. “Why? Fallen out with him?”

“No,” Jimmy sighed. “He’s just been acting sort of strange lately. I rang his mom today, and she said a while back he was getting into trouble a lot.”

“He’s a teenager, all teenager’s have off times. Look at you,” Ellie smirked, “you’ve been a weirdo right from the start.”

Jimmy gave her a shove with his shoulder. “You’re one to talk. At least I can say I’ve never fell for psycho who turns into a wolf every month.”

Ellie scowled. “Animal attraction, I couldn’t help that. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about it. That time is now just a bad memory.” She said firmly, ending any more talk about werewolves.

“Fine. But what do you think I should do about Bo? And it’s not some teenager thing before you say it again. He’s been acting way off lately.”

“Maybe he’s having family problems.” Ellie shrugged. “Has he argued with his dad lately?”

“Don’t know, but I was thinking off going round and asking his dad if anything’s up, cause Bo just won’t talk to either me or Brooke.” Jimmy said. “And can you please change channel?”

She flicked over onto a movie with many explosions and no plot. “Here, will that keep your few brain cells entertained?” She joked. “You know, I’ve seen his dad around town a few times. He seems rather arrogant and self-scented. I wouldn’t expect much out of him.”

Jimmy snorted in agreement. “I met him briefly not long ago. I had the feeling he just wanted to slam the door in my face. He certainly got rid of me quickly.”

“Dick.” Muttered Ellie before she stood and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll go start on dinner.”

An hour later found Bo outside a non-descriptive store, vodka in one hand and leaning drunkenly against the side of the building. When a person walked by, he’d ask in a not at all dignified slurred voice if they’d get him some beer. Due to being underage and having no fake ID, he’d already been thrown out a few places. Most would make a face, tut and move on, but some would comply and for that Bo was satisfied for now.

He’d forgotten all his troubles and a pleasant buzz was keeping him both light and mellow. He took another deep drink and hiccupped, sniggering afterwards. The streetlights began flickering to life along the street, and Bo swayed on the spot, going slightly cross-eyed trying to watch them while it seemed the ground just refused to stay still.

Soon getting bored of the lights, the teen began walking in a zigzag motion down the street, tripping on his feet a few times as he went.

“Man, you are wasted.”

Bo blinked as his mind slowly registered the voice, then he swung around a little to fast and almost toppled over as a horrid nauseous feeling crept up on him. “Wh?” Was all he managed to get out as a hazy view of Dale came into focus.

“I think you should go home, Bo.” Dale said, taking a step forwards and steadying him with an hand on his arm.

“Piss o’.” The dark haired teen muttered, pulling his arm away.

Dale sighed. “Seriously man, you should go home.”

“Don’t wanna.” Bo all but whined, taking a step back and a gulp of vodka.

“Well, what do you want?”

Bo squinted; trying to focus on his friend threw the double vision and bight lights from streetlamps and passing cars. He thought about that question for a few moments, he wanted a lot of things. He looked over Dale, his dark blonde hair, green eyes and toned body. So Bo said the first thing to come to mind. “Sex.” Then promptly leaned over and kissed his stunned friend.

TBC

What rating would you guys like for more intimate scenes? Would ya like it graphic, or should I just sort of… breeze over it?