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Adult ++
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Bottom of a Bottle
I know, my Beta is probably going to kill me for updating yet another chapter without letting her look at them, but I am on a roll with this story. Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten in the first DAY that I've had this posted....I'm completely blown away by them!
Disclaimer-I still own nothing. Including the Song “Bottom of a Bottle” by Smile Empty Soul. This song sums up the situation that my Reid has found himself, and so I couldn't help but include it in the story. I sincerely suggest listening to it.
AN-As XTahliaX pointed out when she was looking over the chapter, the first chapter happens about a year in the future, after the events of this and all the later chapters. When we get back to the scene at the beginning I'll be sure to put a notice. But as of now just take it as this happens in about the same time frame as the movie
Chapter Two-Bottom of a Bottle
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Been scared and lonely
I've asked myself is something wrong with you
My girlfriend told me
I need some time alone to deal with issues
But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand
Why I always wanna fly
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
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**One Year Previous**
Another girl, another dorm, another night full of passion that meant nothing in the grand scheme that was his life.
To him, the sex was just something he did because it was expected.
He was Reid Garwin, and therefore he was supposed to sleep with as many girls as possible just because he could.
He knew the reputation that he gained by it, heard the whispered Man Whore everywhere that he went, but he knew that his friends would think that something was off if he didn't at least bag one girl a week.
So he did....no matter how much the entire process made his skin crawl. It was expected and so it happened.
“Reid? Where you goin' baby?” The nameless blond reached out a hand and trailed it down his back, ignoring the flinch her actions caused. He looked over his shoulder, giving her a roguish grin while continuing to pull on his pants.
“Oh you know how it is. Gotta get back to the dorm, have class tomorrow and all.” By which he meant that he was done with her and wasn't going to come back.
By the look on her face, she didn't get the subtitles. He sighed to himself. No matter how many girls he slept with, each and every one of them thought that they were going to be the one that 'tamed' the One-Night Stand Garwin.
They never did, but they never failed to try. Seems like Blondie What's-Her-Face was going to be the next in a very long line.
“I'll save you a seat in English then.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. The puppy dog faithful look on her face was enough to make him want to puke. He bent over and picked up his discarded T-shirt, yanking it over his head and stood up, looking down at the nude form on the bed with no interest at all. They both knew that if she hadn't come on to him, they wouldn't have ended up in her room, a sock on the doorknob.
And they both knew that they wouldn't end up here again. She was just too stubborn to admit it.
“Look, Bambi” Reid grabbed a name out of thin air, not even caring if he got close to her real name or not. By the affronted look on her face, it was a definite not. “This...”He motioned between the two of them with a finger, his famous shit-eating grin on his face, “was fun. It's also not going to happen again.” He turned around and went towards the door, stepping over the various articles of her clothing that had had gotten stripped in the nights festivities.
He thought that he had made it away clear when he felt something slam against his back. Yelping he whirled around and stared at her, his jaw dropping. Blondie Bambi was out of bed, in all her nude glory, and was reaching for another figurine sitting on her desk.
“You Bastard!” For a girl, she had exceptional aim, and the figurine, a fairy if he wasn't mistaken, though he was too busy ducking to get a good look, would have slammed into his head if he hadn't dodged out of the way.
Only to put his hand down on a sharp piece of the previous volley in the figurine war. Biting back a scream he cradled his hand to his chest, glaring up at her.
'What the Fuck!?” She glared back at him, placing her hands on her hips and looking at him angrily.
“I can't believe you! I was a virgin you asshole!” Reid knew that he shouldn't...the pain alone was a reason that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself and a laugh bubbled out of him. He climbed to his feet, still snickering and smirked at her. So that's why the little girl was so upset...she had opened her legs for the first time and thought it meant something.
He thought that level of neivity was just in the movies, like the reverend's daughter in Cruel Intentions. But Bambi what's-her-face proved him wrong.
“Well I guess you aren't one anymore. Doesn't change the facts though sweetheart, I'm gone.” He gave her another smirk and walked towards the door again, still cradling his bad hand. He would get Tyler to look at it when he got back to the dorms....if Baby Boy was there. Lately the youngest Son of Ipswich had been missing when Reid got back to the dorm room.
If Reid was clearer of mind, that little fact would most likely disturb him.
As it was, he had too many problems of his own to think that Tyler had any that he needed help with too.
If he allowed himself to think of Tyler messed up, he would probably lose all grips with reality.
After all, the rest of the Sons were perfectly normal.
They had to be.
Reid grumbled to himself as he made his way down the hall and up the stairs to his and Tyler's floor, trying to hide his hurt hand and the awkward questions that would be sure to follow.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he got to his room and closed the door behind him. A quick glance around told him that Tyler wasn't there, but instead of worrying like a normal friend would, he brushed it off with a flippant grin and an excited. “Baby Boy Got Some tonight.” He was happy for Tyler, even if it meant he would have to dig the ceramic fairy pieces out of his hand by himself.
Which was just what he did.
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Tyler Simms, also known as Baby Boy, stumbled his way towards the Black Hummer parked at the other end of the parking lot.
He was drunk, he knew that, but he also knew that he had classes in the morning.
Classes that he couldn't afford to miss if he wanted to get into Harvard.
He made it to the Hummer and stared at the Driver's door. It took him a moment to remember where he had placed his keys before he started knocking back the Vodka shots like he was fifty year old Russian who could still remember the days of Stalin and Gorbachev, but he eventually did and fished them out of the back pocket of his jeans.
He wrenched the door open and climbed unsteadily into the Black Beast, as Reid had affectionately named it, taking a moment to just sit and try to get his bearings before he started it up. But his hand still shook as he slipped the key into the ignition.
If he was shaking, he must be a lot drunker than he thought he was.
That meant he would have to use to get home, something he didn't like to do.
But something he had had to do a lot more often in the last six months. Tyler knew that he had been drinking a lot more than he should, and that the best thing for him to do would be to stop...but that wasn't an option to him.
To stop drinking meant to listen to the thoughts in his head.
Thoughts that he was doing his best to forget.
After all, they were wrong.
HE was wrong.
It wasn't right or normal to look at his one of his best and oldest friends, and wonder what it would feel like to have those lips crash down on his own, or what it would feel like to have those hands so calloused by holding onto the handle bars of his beloved bike slide over lust-heated skin.
It wax wrong, unnatural, and unworthy of a son of the Covenant.
Or so he told himself.
There had never been a homosexual in any of the Lines......and Tyler would not be the one to break that, n matter how much it made him feel like a bigoted asshole.
He would just have to be content with the friendship the two had, and hope that he found a girl that he could settle down with.
After all, just because he was In Love with Pogue didn't mean that Pogue was In Love with him.
Tyler started the Hummer and let his eyes flash black, letting the Power take over and trusted it to clear his mind enough to get him home safely.
The next chapter will have the two oldest Sons, and the storyline will really start to go. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer-I still own nothing. Including the Song “Bottom of a Bottle” by Smile Empty Soul. This song sums up the situation that my Reid has found himself, and so I couldn't help but include it in the story. I sincerely suggest listening to it.
AN-As XTahliaX pointed out when she was looking over the chapter, the first chapter happens about a year in the future, after the events of this and all the later chapters. When we get back to the scene at the beginning I'll be sure to put a notice. But as of now just take it as this happens in about the same time frame as the movie
Chapter Two-Bottom of a Bottle
---------------------------- --------------------------------------
Been scared and lonely
I've asked myself is something wrong with you
My girlfriend told me
I need some time alone to deal with issues
But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand
Why I always wanna fly
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
------------------------------- --------------------------------------
**One Year Previous**
Another girl, another dorm, another night full of passion that meant nothing in the grand scheme that was his life.
To him, the sex was just something he did because it was expected.
He was Reid Garwin, and therefore he was supposed to sleep with as many girls as possible just because he could.
He knew the reputation that he gained by it, heard the whispered Man Whore everywhere that he went, but he knew that his friends would think that something was off if he didn't at least bag one girl a week.
So he did....no matter how much the entire process made his skin crawl. It was expected and so it happened.
“Reid? Where you goin' baby?” The nameless blond reached out a hand and trailed it down his back, ignoring the flinch her actions caused. He looked over his shoulder, giving her a roguish grin while continuing to pull on his pants.
“Oh you know how it is. Gotta get back to the dorm, have class tomorrow and all.” By which he meant that he was done with her and wasn't going to come back.
By the look on her face, she didn't get the subtitles. He sighed to himself. No matter how many girls he slept with, each and every one of them thought that they were going to be the one that 'tamed' the One-Night Stand Garwin.
They never did, but they never failed to try. Seems like Blondie What's-Her-Face was going to be the next in a very long line.
“I'll save you a seat in English then.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. The puppy dog faithful look on her face was enough to make him want to puke. He bent over and picked up his discarded T-shirt, yanking it over his head and stood up, looking down at the nude form on the bed with no interest at all. They both knew that if she hadn't come on to him, they wouldn't have ended up in her room, a sock on the doorknob.
And they both knew that they wouldn't end up here again. She was just too stubborn to admit it.
“Look, Bambi” Reid grabbed a name out of thin air, not even caring if he got close to her real name or not. By the affronted look on her face, it was a definite not. “This...”He motioned between the two of them with a finger, his famous shit-eating grin on his face, “was fun. It's also not going to happen again.” He turned around and went towards the door, stepping over the various articles of her clothing that had had gotten stripped in the nights festivities.
He thought that he had made it away clear when he felt something slam against his back. Yelping he whirled around and stared at her, his jaw dropping. Blondie Bambi was out of bed, in all her nude glory, and was reaching for another figurine sitting on her desk.
“You Bastard!” For a girl, she had exceptional aim, and the figurine, a fairy if he wasn't mistaken, though he was too busy ducking to get a good look, would have slammed into his head if he hadn't dodged out of the way.
Only to put his hand down on a sharp piece of the previous volley in the figurine war. Biting back a scream he cradled his hand to his chest, glaring up at her.
'What the Fuck!?” She glared back at him, placing her hands on her hips and looking at him angrily.
“I can't believe you! I was a virgin you asshole!” Reid knew that he shouldn't...the pain alone was a reason that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself and a laugh bubbled out of him. He climbed to his feet, still snickering and smirked at her. So that's why the little girl was so upset...she had opened her legs for the first time and thought it meant something.
He thought that level of neivity was just in the movies, like the reverend's daughter in Cruel Intentions. But Bambi what's-her-face proved him wrong.
“Well I guess you aren't one anymore. Doesn't change the facts though sweetheart, I'm gone.” He gave her another smirk and walked towards the door again, still cradling his bad hand. He would get Tyler to look at it when he got back to the dorms....if Baby Boy was there. Lately the youngest Son of Ipswich had been missing when Reid got back to the dorm room.
If Reid was clearer of mind, that little fact would most likely disturb him.
As it was, he had too many problems of his own to think that Tyler had any that he needed help with too.
If he allowed himself to think of Tyler messed up, he would probably lose all grips with reality.
After all, the rest of the Sons were perfectly normal.
They had to be.
Reid grumbled to himself as he made his way down the hall and up the stairs to his and Tyler's floor, trying to hide his hurt hand and the awkward questions that would be sure to follow.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he got to his room and closed the door behind him. A quick glance around told him that Tyler wasn't there, but instead of worrying like a normal friend would, he brushed it off with a flippant grin and an excited. “Baby Boy Got Some tonight.” He was happy for Tyler, even if it meant he would have to dig the ceramic fairy pieces out of his hand by himself.
Which was just what he did.
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Tyler Simms, also known as Baby Boy, stumbled his way towards the Black Hummer parked at the other end of the parking lot.
He was drunk, he knew that, but he also knew that he had classes in the morning.
Classes that he couldn't afford to miss if he wanted to get into Harvard.
He made it to the Hummer and stared at the Driver's door. It took him a moment to remember where he had placed his keys before he started knocking back the Vodka shots like he was fifty year old Russian who could still remember the days of Stalin and Gorbachev, but he eventually did and fished them out of the back pocket of his jeans.
He wrenched the door open and climbed unsteadily into the Black Beast, as Reid had affectionately named it, taking a moment to just sit and try to get his bearings before he started it up. But his hand still shook as he slipped the key into the ignition.
If he was shaking, he must be a lot drunker than he thought he was.
That meant he would have to use to get home, something he didn't like to do.
But something he had had to do a lot more often in the last six months. Tyler knew that he had been drinking a lot more than he should, and that the best thing for him to do would be to stop...but that wasn't an option to him.
To stop drinking meant to listen to the thoughts in his head.
Thoughts that he was doing his best to forget.
After all, they were wrong.
HE was wrong.
It wasn't right or normal to look at his one of his best and oldest friends, and wonder what it would feel like to have those lips crash down on his own, or what it would feel like to have those hands so calloused by holding onto the handle bars of his beloved bike slide over lust-heated skin.
It wax wrong, unnatural, and unworthy of a son of the Covenant.
Or so he told himself.
There had never been a homosexual in any of the Lines......and Tyler would not be the one to break that, n matter how much it made him feel like a bigoted asshole.
He would just have to be content with the friendship the two had, and hope that he found a girl that he could settle down with.
After all, just because he was In Love with Pogue didn't mean that Pogue was In Love with him.
Tyler started the Hummer and let his eyes flash black, letting the Power take over and trusted it to clear his mind enough to get him home safely.
The next chapter will have the two oldest Sons, and the storyline will really start to go. Thanks for reviewing!