Look Into My Kaleidoscope of Emotions, And Feel

Title: What I See

By LissaChan

Rating: R, for language, just to be on the safe side

Warning(s): M/m, OCC, language, some violence mentioned

Disclaimer: I don’t own the song "They", Jem does.

A/N: This came to just from listening to the song and my hands couldn’t keep up with my brain, enjoy.

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/blah/ – thoughts

Richie’s POV

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It seems every day that I fight him I feel myself wondering more and more how this all started. Sure he is a bully, hotheaded, and an asshole, but does he really need this much hatred? I mean, isn’t this a cry for help?

Who made up all the rules

We follow them like fools

Believe them to be true

Don’t care to think them through

Day in and day out, like clockwork I’m fighting him. Always fighting him, it seems. Ebon and the others are nothing compared to him. I know they think I’m chump change compared to Virgil when he’s Static, they maybe feel inferior to my phenomenally large IQ, but it seems Hotstreak gives me a chance to actually deck him once in a while.

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

It’s like this

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

We do this

And after every fight I’m pondering over Hotstreak, now F-Stop when he’s not in his fireball-hurling alter ego. I mean, yeah, I’ve looked, and he is a looker, if I was gay. At least, I think I’m not… I’ve never really experimented to find out being as how… gay that is, to tell you the truth. Besides, I have Freida to entertain my private thoughts…

And it’s ironic too

Cuz what we tend to do

Is act on what they say

And then it is that way

I’m beginning to question Virgil on what part of the fence F-Stop stands: good or bad, I mean. He just gives me looks and grits out "baddie". And every time I can only nod and ponder some more. Seems I’ve been doing that a lot lately.

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

It’s like this

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

We do this

I mean, he can’t be all bad; I once caught him holding a door open for a girl one time. Mind you he obviously checked her out as she enters the building, but it intrigues me why if he’s so horrible and bad as Virgil says, why does he have the decency to even think of others before himself? Even once in a while?

Who are they

Where are they

How can they possibly know all this

I decide to act on it after school, before he heads home in the opposite direction of where I go.

"What the fuck are you goin’ on about now, geek?"

Who are they

Where are they

How can they possibly know all this

/Nice, at least he uses ‘fuck’ only once, instead of every second word like he normally does./

"I want to know why we fight."

"Because I hate you, that’s why. Now out of my fuckin’ way before I make you."

"Why do you hate me?"

Do you see what I see

Why do we

Live like this

Is it because it’s true

That ignorance is bliss

"Because you’re… you’re a fag who can’t stay out of my business! Now fuck off!!"

Too bad I’m not gifted with the ability to restrain him to the wall and I’m on the sidewalk, ass hurting from landing on it and he’s storming off faster than Frieda on a mean streak about the cafeteria ladies not using hairnets when they’re working.

Who are they

Where are they

How do they know all this

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

It’s like this

I don’t know why, but it bothered me this time about him calling me a ‘fag’. Yeah, it’s not like I haven’t heard it a hundred times before from him, but the way he said it, it sounds like he really didn’t feel up to calling me that, but feels he has to keep up with appearances. Come to think of it, he didn’t look all that great either; no gel in his hair so it stuck every which way but straight up, he skipped a few days of shaving, and there’s dark circles under his eyes. What’s keeping him from sleeping?

Do you see what I see

Why do we

Live like this

Is it because it’s true

That ignorance is bliss

I can’t help myself from running after him and grabbing his arm to turn him around. If I were thinking logically, I would have enough time to kiss my ass goodbye as he sets me ablaze just by sheer thought. But, since I’m not thinking, I really didn’t expect him to one second stare at me with irritation, the next throw me to the nearest brick wall, pinning me and forcing my mouth open with his tongue as his lips are smashed against mine and his hands are holding my hips really close to his.

Who are they

Where are they

How can they know all this

I’m sorry

So sorry

I’m sorry

We do this

Woah. Really close.

I guess he doesn’t hate me at all, and my fingers are in his velvety hair. At least he showers…

THE END