Take Me Away

[brent lucas dash]

Brent had left the house in a flash. The reason for his sudden flight from the home was because of an argument that had sparked between him and his stepfather. A man he didn't want to take advice from anyways, Brent was often the subject of how easily 'children lost their way'. It had always been like that, the two having a very strained relationship partially due to Brent hating his mother for going and marrying a man who was ten years older then her and so soon after she had divorced his father.

He heard his stepfather yelling for him to get back and that the conversation wasn't done, but in Brent's mind it was. If nothing else it was on hold until he could calm himself down so he wasn't likely to hurt anyone, or himself. His mother wasn't home to defend her husband, because she was NOT going to take Brent's side when the man who paid for her shopping sprees was angry at one of her children.

Dressed in a pair of his favorite navy jeans and a black Children Of Bodom t-shirt, and of course his favorite black and white checkered Van's. Usually Brent would just take his car and drive to wherever he wanted to go, but his frustration was so high that he didn't think it'd be the best idea to be driving. So instead he marched himself down the street and it probably looked like he had steam coming out of his ears.

After a decent amount of time Brent was finally at the park. He was kicking up dirt here and there the entire time he walked and he spotted a rather large tree that looked like he could take his aggression out on. It probably looked strange, him seeming to walk with such a purpose towards the tree only to give it a karate chop and then have him yowl in pain. He didn't stop though, he started kicking at the tree and punching it screaming things like "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. YOU DONT KNOW ME." Over and over again. He didn't usually have a temper, but when he had an emotional breakdown sometimes shit just hits the fan.

Once he was done and all the adrenaline was gone from his body he realized how much his hands hurt. The one that had karate chopped the tree was throbbing and he had a couple of scrapes on both hands to boot. Huffing and puffing because he'd given his all at the tree, and it had clearly won, he plunked himself down onto the lush grass and then laid himself down so that his back was on the grass. He hadn't paid much attention to anyone watching, but it could be noticed that he looked a lot calmer then when he'd walked into the park.

[james xavier rune]

don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad

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There was only one living being who knew every aspect of James and it wasn’t even a human. James liked to believe that this was true about his cat Mufasa anyway. Whenever James was upset in any form, shape or matter he would talk to Mufasa and Mufasa would just purr and let him pet him, sometimes meowing at him. James also liked to assume that it meant something meaningful and wasn’t just his beloved cat telling him to shut up and pet harder. What was Mufasa doing right now though? James was dying to know that, considering he was an indoor cat yet was nowhere to be found in his dorm.
He looked behind him and James’ jaw dropped, those fucking meow mix commercials were real? That or Mufasa was a strong genius. There sat Mufasa, sitting beside a bag of meow mix with an expecting like face. He walked forward and picked the meow mix up hesitantly, pouring some in his bowl and scratching Mufasa’s neck. “Uhm, Seeya.”

[/color] He grabbed his guitar case on the way to the door and strapped it on his shoulders; he had some fantastic instrumental muse right now and an unfinished song. He also grabbed his notebook which had a pencil through the spiral part of it on the way out, his destination was the park.
He decided on just walking to the park instead of attempting to ride his motorcycle with his guitar on his back; that’d be just a little more than stupid. James had a short sleeved black shirt that read, “Pinch me and I’ll kick your little leprechaun ass” and some jeans that were loose but fitted him well. The day was pretty cool and his hair would sometimes blow a little to the side, defining it’s slightly messy but combed nature.
He was sitting down on a bench, suddenly quite startled when he heard someone’s frustrated yells. He unzipped his guitar case very slowly, almost too fixated on the slightly older male who was obviously not pleased. James sat down on the bench and strummed a few times, trying to ignore the guy and his urge to go over and ask what was wrong. Eventually, the not-half-bad looking guy had clearly calmed down and looked a lot less dangerous to approach. James still waited a minute though, letting the guy have a few more seconds in peace.
Peace time was over. He set his guitar down and strolled forward, hesitantly sitting beside the guy on the grass. “Are you okay?”[/color]If the guy responded negatively then James would back off and go back to his own business, but what if he did need someone to talk to? Not particularly about what was wrong, just in general.

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Brent had finally calmed himself down. He’d probably hear about the argument again at the dinner table and it was of course about the stupidest of stupid things. Who argued with their stepson about one of his tattoos when he clearly had enough to cover most of his body? REALLY? Brent hadn’t given the guy enough credit, well that’s not true, the man just didn’t pay attention to Brent that often, and he’d finally spotted the ‘HIGH FIVE?’ tattoo on Brent’s left palm. The strange part is that he’d gotten it two months before and hadn’t tried to cover it up. His mother had given up with preaching about tattoos, and yet this man wasn’t done fighting about it yet.

Sighing heavily, he thought about his father. He wouldn’t have cared the way Brent looked, or what he wanted to do in life. He’d just want to make sure that his son was happy and he could at least support himself. Man, it was times like this that Brent really missed his father. Just then, Brent heard someone asking if he was okay. Huh? His eyes opened and he shuffled up onto his elbows as he looked up to see a boy who looked a year or so younger then he was looking at him. His eyes ended up becoming rather squinty because of the light, and he had to laugh. Ah, he must have seen his freak out. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just a little frustrated is all.” He said, offering an inviting smile.

The other boy was good looking, Brent couldn’t deny that. He felt like a bit of a spazz having been caught beating up a tree, and not even successfully winning. Mind you, how does one win against a tree? By cutting it down? Brent looked around the park to see if anyone else had witnessed his attack on the tree and saw very few people even looking in the general direction he was in. “I’m Brent by the way. I guess you can call me a spazz after seeing that.” Rubbing at his face, Brent eased himself up so that he was sitting cross legged. The wind was blowing about here and there, but for the most part his hair kept it’s usual shape. Plus, it didn’t look all that bad blowing in the wind.

[james xavier rune]

don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad

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“Oh okay,” James understood to an extent- but the only thing that he wasn’t sure about was the word ‘little’ in Brent’s sentence before ‘frustrated.’ He had never seen anybody try to fight a tree— much less did he ever try—but he assumed they would have to be pretty pissed off. Or maybe Brent just was not a fan of trees and wanted to take it out on one; several possible answers went through his head before eventually shrugging it off and asking, “Well are your hands okay?” He couldn’t help but giggle a little by just remembering Brent go all Jackie-Chan on the tree and failing.
The sun was coming in and out of behind the clouds, sometimes it would even penetrate through it. James would on and off hover his hand over his eyes when this happened, trying to keep from flinching when caught off guard by the sun and its damned surprises.
“Okay Mr. Spazz, I’m James…” He couldn’t help but laugh again, holding a hand out for the guy to shake. He studied Brent some and his name did fit pretty well, even Spazz would probably stick for awhile, if they were ever to see each other again anyway. Brent didn’t look that much older, senior at most, so there was little chance of them never ever seeing each other again. “You go to the school nearby?”

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Brent nodded at the question of his hands being okay. They throbbed a bit, especially the one that had karate chopped the tree but aside from that he figured that they'd be okay. "This one might be sore in the morning, but aside from that it should be okay." The scrapes were nothing. He'd had far worse happen to him before. Not only that, but he was pretty calm about the fact that his hands were cut up only because he'd been the one to attack the tree. It hadn't been the other way around. Brent had heard the giggling, but had avoided looking at the new boy while he was doing it. Yes, he knew he was the reason for that giggle.

Upon the introduction however, he had to smile. Ah, somehow he thought he might just have a new nickname because of today. His sister would probably think that it suited him too, because she knew him more then anyone ever could. "Nice to meet you James." This time Brent laughed too, shaking Jame's hand. At least this kid was friendly. Mind you, who would go up to someone who just attacked a tree and ask if they were okay if they didn't have good intentions in mind? Tisk tisk Brent, you think too much.

At the mention of school Brent nodded. "Yep, just transferred there. From the looks of things it looks pretty dandy. Hell of a lot better then my old school. Do you?" Maybe this would mean that they'd run into each other in the hallways! Brent could use all the friends he could get, after living here for a couple of years with no more then fakes as friends he hadn't altogether gotten a good impression of California. He was going to ask what grade James was in, but he figured that asking twenty questions wasn't the entirely best way to introduce yourself to others.

[james xavier rune]

don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad

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James found himself unable to look away from Brent's hands, he really did hate seeing people hurt in any way, shape or form. He gave a smile, nodding as a way of signaling that he was glad Brent was okay. "Alright, if they start to hurt, just tell me... I got some band aids and cleanin' shit in my guitar case." James motioned his thumb over his shoulder to point at his guitar on the bench, he would look back occasionally just to make sure his baby was okay. It was bizarre that he even left it unattended anyway.

When Brent's hand met his, James gave it a good--yet not too hard--grip and shook it. He dropped his hand but not the smile, "It's nice to meet you too." James still looked in between Brent and the guitar case, trying his hardest not to look too distracted, especially in front of someone that could be his first friend of the male gender. His friends were basically all girls. Every.Single.One.Of.Them.Except.Two. This needed to change, and it needed to change now.

"Yeah, I've been going for the past two years," He responded with a quite large smile, he felt more comfortable already, knowing that the guy walked the same halls as he did. Then another question struck, what grade was he in? Maybe they would have a class together, it was highschool, afterall. And maybe he dormed? 20 questions seemed like a good game to play right now, James was so curious about the guy. "I'm a sophomore... what grade are you in...?"

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Brent didn’t think his hands were that big of a deal. They’d heal. It wasn’t like he hadn’t sliced his finger open with a knife, lost a fingernail, or anything worse. The smile was warming and reassuring and he could feel his body relax, unaware that he’d been a bit tense around a stranger. ”Oh trust me. I don’t complain about pain too much. It’s no big deal.” Brent had an extremely high tolerance to pain. This was nothing, especially because he could remember one time while a couple of his friends back home were jamming and he sliced half his finger off somehow while playing guitar. Everyone else had freaked out but Brent just laughed at the amount of blood on his guitar, and got a Band-Aid to stop the bloodbath.

The hand shake was finished as quickly as it started and his hands moved back to rest on his lap. Brent couldn’t help but notice that James was busy looking elsewhere, and he just happened to glance over to where James was looking. He spotted a guitar case laying in the grass and then looked back to James. He’d mentioned that he had some band aids and some cleaning supplies in his guitar case so he could only assume that was the other boy’s. ”Dude you play guitar? That’s awesome. And if you really want to go get it you can man. I know what it’s like leaving your baby alone by itself.” Brent wasn’t an amazing guitar player. The most he attempted to play was Bullet For My Valentine and some Children Of Bodom, but he did know some theory behind the instrument and such.

Two years at that school? Oh wow. The place looked cool enough however. It wasn’t like his old school where you could smell the hate off of everyone. Granted, he knew that there were clicks and for whatever reason people were just going to hate each other. It was still something that troubled him. At least wait to judge someone by something they say to you during the getting to know a person stage before saying you hated their guts. ”I’m a senior. Woot, last year of high school.” He chuckled, raising his arms in the air as if ‘he just didn’t care.’ High school just hadn’t been that great for him, with the move down to the States he’d lost a decent amount of friends and the ones he did make had turned out to be snakes.

[james xavier rune]

James nodded, just hoping that he’d be okay, it was just in his nature to think about how the other person might feel. He pushed the thought away, becoming less worried about Brent’s hands as he had been previous seconds before now. He bit his lip; something about this seemed a bit unreal. There was this, friendly, kind of spastic but really, really hot guy sitting right next to him. He hung out with mostly girls, making him more used to them, and more used to the really attractive ones. But guys? That was a different story. The only guys he even talked to were Damien and Carter, and he didn’t really ‘like’ either of them.

“It’s okay, I’ll just punch any mofo that hurts ‘em.” Not it, him. His guitar was his flesh and blood, end of story. He shrugged a little, he didn’t give himself as much credit as he deserved towards his guitar playing. He wrote his own songs and covered some, getting harder with what he covered as he went on.

“Lucky,” James stuck a tongue out playfully, envying the guy for being so close to out of there. He hung out with girls, right? Well he either heard drama twenty four seven or was apart of it, sometimes both. “I’m there all the time in a dorm… so, I don’t get a break until summer.” Sure, he had the weekends to himself and out of class hours, but he was there on campus on weeknights and weekends were always off.

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Brent thought it was almost cute how a stranger would worry about his hands. He’d deserved what he’d gotten after all, fighting a tree was not a logical thing to do at any point in time. For a couple of seconds Brent took a good look at the other boy, and had to smile. This wasn’t the first time he’d found someone of the same sex attractive, but it had been quite a while since he’d thought someone’s personality was that as well. Brent shouldn’t come to conclusions about James however, having just met him and exchanged only a couple of words, but from the way James had approached him he doubted that there was a mean bone in the other boys body.

A grin formed on Brent’s face when he heard what James would do if anyone were to hurt his guitar. Yes, he liked that kind of attitude a lot. From the way his response had come out Brent was positive that this guy wasn’t one to mistreat his musical instruments either. That was another thing Brent could already say he liked about the stranger. People who treated instruments like worthless pieces of paper made him angry, even if you were one of the best guitarists in the world... if you smashed your guitar on stage Brent would end up furious for a little bit.

Lucky? Yes, Brent supposed he was lucky to be almost out of high school. Both of the careers he was interested in really didn’t require a college degree or even one from a university. At least he wouldn’t have had to stress out over money even if he had wanted to go to school for something. His mother and step father were constantly pushing him to apply for college or university, but Brent continually told them he was ‘taking a year off’. That was his way of straying from the topic. ”You could call me lucky, but I think there are worse things out there then school.” Granted school did seem like a waste of time when you got good grades, and everyone had such a difficult time keeping up. That was one thing Brent could never understand. How his average could be so bloody high and everyone else seemed amazed that they couldn’t achieve that high. Mind you, there were times where he wondered why he bothered doing all of his work seeing as he didn’t have that goal of getting into a college or university. ”Besides, high school can’t be that bad right?” This was coming from the one who got used by all of his old ‘friends’ at his old high school. The sentence left a bit of a sour taste in his mouth, and a frown couldn’t help but show on his face.