the whose liners in high school!

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-Title : the fic where everything is made up and the spelling doesnt matter
-Author alexrose1039
-Rating G...for now
-pairings Ry/Col Chip/Brad Jeff/Greg..sort of
-chapter 2/?
-Summary Jeff learns more about his new friends and school. This chapter doesnt really have much of a point but it helps get to know jeff a bit better and just really to get things moving quicker. erm...yeah as the title says everythings made up and the spelling doesnt matter. so if some things dont coincide with real life it doesnt matter and my spelling is horrible so ignor that too. i dont own the characters etc etc. critisism is welcomed with open arms. enjoy~



“The next thing you need to know is that this is our meeting point every morning,” said Greg leading Jeff in through the school gates. He sat down on the second bench out of three and gestured for Jeff to take a seat. “We meet here. No one else goes into the school unless the bell rings and someone inst here yet. The only exception is Wayne. He always has football practise and basketball practise.”

“Brad! Chip! What’s up?!” shouted Greg as the two walked towards the benches holding hands.

“I got rocks thrown at me again,” said Brad rubbing his bruised arm.

“That’s because you don’t stand up for yourself, honey,” Greg said inspecting the bruised arm. “We can unleash the wrath of Ryan upon them if you want.” Brad shook his head.

“You’re going to have to learn to stick up for yourself,” Chip said pulling him into a hug being careful not to touch his arm.


“Who did what? I’ll kill him?” said Ryan who had obviously overheard everything.

“Daniel Lipman,” Brad mumbled hanging his head with shame. “Don’t hurt him. He’ll just pick on me.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” said Ryan cracking his knuckles as if he was ready to his something, or someone. “If this happens one more time that guy is toast.”

“French toast?” asked Brad, seeming to cheer up a bit.

“Yes, gay, French, toast.”

“French toast?” came a voice from a car parked nearby. Drew came out the car, closely followed by Colin.

“Daniel Lipman is going to be French toast,” said Ryan who continued to crack his nuckels.

“Oh,” said Drew disappointedly.

Then the bell rang. They entered the school building which Ryan liked to call, “the first level of hell.” The second level was the gym.




The gang met up with Wayne just before their first class. Half of them took German the other half took French and the classrooms were next to each other, so they would walk together.

“You will want to avoid her,” said Drew, pointing out a girl to Jeff. She was wearing a mini skirt and tight fitting top. She had blonde hair and big hoop earrings. She always had a smile on her face.

“She may look sweet, but trust me man, she is pure evil,” said Wayne.

“And avoid them,” said Colin pointing out a group of people. It was a mixture of boys and girls, all who had the same tattoo on their left arm. They wore clothes from the Adidas brand and all looked like they were constantly stoned or drunk. They all looked like clones and they didn’t look very happy to see Jeff and the gang walking by.

“Fags!” shouted one of them.

“Homophobe!” shouted Brad.

“Oh, you sure showed them,” said Chip sarcastically, giving Brad a pat on the back.

The leader of the group was the one and only Daniel Lipman. In fact he wasn’t really a leader, more of a dictator. No one would do anything until he gave them permission to. His dad was rich and he loved to show off about it. He was tall, but not as tall as Ryan and his hair was so greasy if could fry an egg.

Wayne shook his head. “Man, that guy is wack!”

“You can say that again,” retorted Ryan adjusting his hat.

“Do you guys want to come over to my house tonight?” asked Jeff randomly. “My dad said he wants to meet some of my friends.”

Everyone said they could come and were all rather excited about it. Jeff couldn’t be happier. It had been two days and he had already made friends who actually wanted to hang out with him. Unlike the friends he thought he had at his previous school.


“Hurry up fag! Or we’re going to leave you behind!”

“Hang on, I’m coming!”

“Did you bring the money?”

“My dad wouldn’t let me borrow anymore money off of him. I’m sorry.”

“Next time just take it.”

“You mean steal it?”

“We like to think of it as borrowing.”

“But that’s wrong.”

“Dude, it’s not wrong. People do it all the time.”

“Well, I’m not people.”

“Stop being a whiny bitch. Just do it.”

“No!”

“We thought you were our friend.”

“I am!”


“Jeff, quick question,” said Chip as they were walking to his house after school.

“Yeah,” he said, looking both ways before crossing the road.

“Does you’re Dad know you’re gay?”

“Yes.”

“What does he think about it?” asked Drew taking a bite of a chocolate bar.

Jeff shrugged. “He couldn’t be happier. He knew I was going to be gay when he adopted me.” They all stopped and looked at him. “Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention I’m adopted.” No one said anything else about it. It didn’t seem to bother Jeff, but they couldn’t tell if it really did inside or not. Instead they started to talk about normal things, like music and movies.

“So how come you moved here?” asked Ryan out of the blue. Jeff fell silent. He didn’t want to remember it, let alone discuss it. He hung his head in shame and mumbled,

“I don’t want to talk about it.”


“Please, don’t make me.”

“Just do it. We’re your friends. Are you saying you wouldn’t help your own friends?”

“But-“

“But what? Are you saying you don’t want to be our friend? Are you too good for us, is that it?”

“I never said that.”

“What are you trying to say then?”

“It’s wrong.”


“Dad, I’m home!” Instantly Mr Davis came rushing into the room pulling his son into a tight hug and kissing his cheek. “And these must be your friends!” He walked up to each of them and shook their hands. “I’m Jeff’s Dad. You can call me Nick. Or Nicky.” He then turned to Greg. “I love your bunny bag! I have one just like it, except mine’s purple.” Greg whimpered, remembering his beloved purple bunny bag, shnookums the 1st.

“Dad, meet Colin, Ryan, Drew, Wayne, Chip, Brad and Greg. Guys, my dad.”

“Why don’t you guys go upstairs to Jeff’s room and I’ll bring you guys up some brownies in a minute.”

Jeff showed them into his room and closed the door. They looked around his room not sitting or touching anything. He was still new, so they didn’t know if he doesn’t like people to touch his things or not.

“Make yourselves comfortable. Sit wherever you like.” Ryan sat down on the chair infront of Jeff’s desk, Colin took a seat upon his boyfriends lap. Chip and Brad sat on the bed next to Jeff, while Wayne, Greg and Drew made themselves comfortable on the floor. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Is it safe?!” Nick called in.

“Yep!” shouted Colin. Nick entered with a big plate of freshly baked brownies. He offered to all the boys.

“Ryan you don’t want one?”

“No thank you. I’m diabetic.”

“I’m sorry, would you like me to get you anything else?”

“No thanks.” Nick nodded and left the room.

“Now that I think about it,” started Jeff chewing on his brownie, “I don’t know much about any of you.” Everyone nodded in agreement but were too involved with their brownies to answer in proper words. “How about we go around the room and answer questions about our selves.”

“Okay!” said Brad. “I’ll start. Gender?” Everyone looked at him. “What?”

“I’ll start,” said Ryan taking charge. “Birthplace?”




“I like your friends,” said Nick just as they had all left. “Which one is Mr. Handsome?”

“Dad,” said Jeff as he began to set the table for dinner. “I never said I liked any of them in that way. You’re just assuming.”

“But you do,” he said stirring the sauce in the pan. Nick carried on cooking in silence waiting for Jeff to answer. After waiting a minute for the answer he wasn’t going to get he asked, “Is it Ryan? He’s a good looking boy.”

“No it’s not Ryan. He’s Colin’s boyfriend. Just drop the subject.”

“Alright.” Nick then turned the stove off and served the food.

End Chapter 2

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