Friends Gone Wrong

[erik]

TAGGED: Closed to Baeddan And Kynan Hathaway
[W] Language And Violence

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Was just one of those days when you should just stay in bed and not bother to move all day long. But, Erik did not pick up the bad energy of the day when he woke up and got up anyways. He should of just stayed in bed but his mood was a good mood since the other day or so he had gotten a little bit closer to Wyn. Was only a little unexpected for her to let her guard down then let him in. But she had let him in which was amusing to him and he found he moment fun. First happened at the park about couple weeks ago when he literally ran into her when she was running. Then the flirting all started up which he was calm about it till she looked pissed he was. But then all of a sudden she kissed him which he was amazed and took over the moment of course. That was a while ago which he had not even bothered telling his friends about it. Why would he be so stupid to tell his friends he got with their younger sister.

No he was smarter then that and kept that all a secret which he soon forgotten himself. He only forgot since those two women Bella and Sky came around which the three had the best time of his life. Now after that he boosted to his two friends for days about it. Sure he knew they were sick of hearing it but he had to rub it into their faces that he was pretty damn good. Even had the chance to boost a little bit about how he gotten in touch with the fresh brand new girl named Isis. Now nothing really happened, besides maybe a little kissing, but he still boosted out. When it came down to Wyn he did see her now and then, secretly at the park, which they would do the same thing. Make out with one another, be close, and enjoy the sunset till she would have to go home. At school he did not bother giving her a second glance or really a smile. He would ignore her then turn to flirt with someone who was older and prettier.

Which probably that is what sparked the whole secret of the relationship to go bad. He had no idea though he thought everything was good and the secret was maintained properly. So he walked around school just like normal went to his classes like normal. He skipped practice though since he did not feel like going for some odd reason. Instead he went walking around the school with his hands in his jean pockets just wandering. Was a warm day so he was dressed in something normal like light jeans, light blue short sleeve shirt to match his eyes and white converse. He had his iPod on him on shuffle was he was walking around the school. Finally he found himself stopping at the playground which was on campus for the younger grades. He just went sat down on the bench then looked down at his iPod screen. It was playing some System Of A Down song named Sugar so he was rocking out.

Locked his iPod then set it into his lap and pulled out his phone. Flipped the screen of his sidekick then he began to text some random people so maybe he'd get some company. He went texted his two friends Kynan and Baeddan something off the random too. 'Guys down for a party this weekend? My parents are going out of town. Can get lots of alcohol and invite lots of girls over.' He sent that text out to his friends then smirked. Which instantly he got a message back from Bae so Erik did respond back quickly. 'I'm on campus by the play yard because I skipped practice, why?' After he sent that he went looked at his phone confused since he did not get any answer to his question he asked. Then his phone vibrated again which is was some girl he knew around the school. She was kind of willing to give herself up to him so he was quickly responding back to her something. 'Well I am having a party this weekend. We can get together and stuff then for sure.' He sent that message off then he kind of blinked for a moment since he kind of felt someone was coming his way. But then he looked both sides of him he did not see no one, guess he was being weird. He drowned himself back into his ipod then he bobbed his head a little to the song as he waited for people to text him back.

[baeddan]

Baeddan had woken up with every intention of doing absolutely nothing. The idea that he had of sitting around and being lazy and playing video games and eating junk food seemed absolutely perfect, since he finally had a break from his schoolwork (despite the fact that he very rarely broke his back over something so trivial as schoolwork. Bah). But all of those plans were shot to hell when he was approached by his baby sister Wyn. And she told him a sad, sad tale of romance and woe, and Baeddan was angrier than he had ever been in his entire life. Sibling rivalry had nothing on the rage he felt the moment Wyn let slip exactly what had happened. After flailing and yelling for a good five minutes, Baeddan decided that he'd have to interrupt his day of relaxation (read: laziness) and find Eric O'Douchebag and kill him. Kill him dead. Kill him so dead that no one would even remember he was ever alive. Kill him so very very dead that the O'Douchebag ancestors from Scotland or whereverthehell would feel it and wince.

Really, there must have been something wrong in that thick head of Erik's, thinking he could mack on Wyn and get away with it. There really, really must have been some bad wiring. Wyn was so obviously off limits that she practically glowed with a neon blue force-field that was labeled quite clearly: BrodyBaeddanKynan. BrodyBaeddanKynan did not appreciate it when boys looked sideways at Wyn. BrodyBaeddanKynan did not appreciate when boys thought about Wyn. So naturally the force-field would have turned into a giant laser beam of death if a boy touched Wyn. And Erik had very obviously touched her. And just like O'Douchebag was wont to do, he touched her and then left her all heartbroken like the little teenybopper she was. And for that, Erik was going to know a new world of pain brought on by one third of the force-field that emanated around the young Hathaway woman.

And this wasn't going to be pistols at dawn. There was going to be no honor in this. It was going to be pure and physical WORLD- O- PAIN- PALOOZA- EXTRAVAGANZA and Baeddan's fists were going to turn that pretty face of O'Doucebag's into... something cleverly less pretty than a pretty face! Baeddan was dressed and out the door - no longer in his pajamas, because as comfortable as they were, they weren't exactly ass-kicking garments - before he even knew where he was going. But then, a sign from above. He received a text message from the person whose head he was imagining on a platter, and it only helped to increase his anger. Where he might have, in other circumstances, grinned at the contents of the message, this time it just made him think that his little sister had been taken advantage of by this man of false romance. Yes, not even a message promising girls and alcohol and a good time could distract Baeddan Aberthol Hathaway from his mission.

Baeddan texted Erik back quickly, asking in what might have been considered 'short' terms the other boy's whereabouts. He got an answer promptly, as he had expected, and then grabbed his bike and headed straight for the play yard, disregarding Erik's question at the end of the text message. O'Douchebag would find out soon enough exactly why Baeddan was looking for him. And he probably would wish he had never asked.

Throwing his bike on the ground, Baeddan immediately stalked toward Erik the second he arrived in the park, his mouth set in a grim line and his fingers curled into fists. He didn't have a plan, really, as his mechanical mind was set on a one-track... track to the destruction of his former good friend Erik O'Donovan. It seemed that Baeddan's fist arrived even before he did, aiming for Erik's jaw but somehow just ending up at the side of his head. A thick skull was definitely what Erik had, because Baeddan quickly withdrew his fist and shook it out, sputtering a curse that was a good combination of the words 'shit', 'fuck', and 'goodJesusChrist'. Had he been in another situation, say a brawl with one of his brothers, he would have thrown up the 'time out' sign and given his hand a minute to recover, but this was an actual fight. Or something reminiscent of an actual fight. And those kinds of liberties could not be taken! So instead, Baeddan grabbed Erik by the shirt with a mean scowl on his face, prepared to land another (hopefully better aimed) punch. "You. Asshole."

[kynan]

[[ No... Kynan has no idea what happened. He needs to be enlightened. ]]

Oh no, Kynan was not slow. Never in a million years. He was perhaps, not the brightest bulb in the pack, but what could he say? He had the Hathaway genes running in him, and well, looking at his brothers, it was too much to ask that he had been blessed enough to deviate from the normal pool of genes in both looks AND brains. But that did not constitute him being slow. He was superb at completely missing what people said even they were the only other person in the room, speaking directly at him: a feature that came in handy when tight teachers were trying to dissuade him from a life of wrongdoing and all that other monotonous teacher-y stuff.

Yesterday, however, had clearly not been one of his good days, and unfortunately, the effects of that day seemed to be leaking into the present one. That joke that Dodge had told at lunch? Well, it had taken some time for the ol' gears in Kynan's head to oil themselves and start to turn before it had clicked for him, after everyone had finished laughing and was about to move onto a new subject. Well, that wasn't his fault! He blamed the history teacher for having that clogging effect on the gears inside his head in the first place. If they weren't clogged, it wouldn't take so long for them to get turning again right?

But that was all in the past, and the good-looking, ever so awesome blonde haired superstud was lying on his bed at home, staring at the ceiling. It was more productive than people assumed, it gave you time to just daydream, and everyone knew that the greatest minds of this world worked better when they were daydreaming. Or hallucinating. Due to the effects of drugs. But Kynan didn't have that initiator, so he'd have to settle for simple, old-fashioned self-induced daydreams. He was brought back to reality by a sharp buzz in his pocket which caused him to sit up with a jolt, and his squeak of surprise was masked by the recorded message alert which told him who the text message was from. "It's O'Douchebag! It's O'Douchebag! It's O'Douchebag!" Taking his phone out from his pocket, the teen read over Erik's message with a quick glance, and grinned. A party sure sounded good. Bae had probably received the same message, since most people invite the two of them together. Obviously because Bae would feel left out if they only ever invited the better of the brothers.

Was Bae even at home? He had no idea; some idiots always assumed that they had this telepathic link crap going on, because they were twins, but they didn't. He wasn't telepathic; he had much cooler powers than that. A loud slam of the front door gave him his answer. Bae had been at home. He was now running out, grabbing his bike and pedalling away at a gazillion miles per hour. Kynan was impressed; since when did Baeddan do any sort of physical activity of his own accord? There was no scary old lady chasing behind him, so it had to be voluntary. The only bother with Baeddan's sudden departure was now that Kynan wanted to follow him to see where he was going in such a hurry, and that would require him to begin some less-than-desired strenuous physical activity.

Good thing Ky was fitter than Bae, just as he was everything-else-er than Bae, including modest-er, obviously. Despite his twin's headstart, he managed to keep him in his sights, and arrived at the park just in time to see Baeddan land a (pathetic) punch on Erik's face. That was an interesting turn of events. "Oi! Calm down you twit!" he called as he ran up, leaving his bike to fall to the ground. Kynan pulled Bae back, removing his brother from Erik's shirt. "Dude! What the hell's gotten into you? O'Douchebag's an asshole, but he doesn't need this!"

Remember that bit about Kynan being slow? Well, that didn't apply so much in this case because a CERTAIN LITTLE SISTER OF HIS had kindly NEGLECTED TO TELL HIM about this dark dastardly deed. So he was doing what a good brother would do, try to stop his idiotic twin from rearranging another's face, although some serious rearrangement was advised already.