Extra Credit (MxM)
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Thread Topic: Extra Credit (MxM)
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"Alright," Charlie hummed, clearly relieved. "You can bring the money by whenever. I'll be at the address for the next couple days. I'm going to lay down now, though, so.. Bye, for now." He hung up, pulling a pillow over his head with his good arm. He breathed, trying to calm down. After a moment, he realized how hungry he was. "MARK."
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"I'll see you around then." The young man hung up with a sigh then started his car again. He knew he was getting himself too involved with Charlie, even if it was just to give the boy some money. Still, he knew he'd have to be careful of what he did. "You're lucky I have some self-control, Cupcake. You're gonna owe me." Matty spoke softly to himself as he returned to his apartment.
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Mark was up in the room in less than three minutes, haphazardly dressed. A young boy, certainly at least a year younger than Charlie, stood behind him, completely naked. "Ohmygod. Please, please put clothes on," Charlie hissed, pulling the covers over his head. Mark snickered, before asking him what he needed. "Food?"
"I can do food. How about pizza?"
"I have money in my wallet-"
"I've got it, kid. You rest. Oh! This is Andre-"
"I don't care. OUT."
Mark and his friend left, and the door was shut behind them. The teen crawled out of the bed, looking himself over. Yeah, it was pretty bad. Really bad. He looked horrible, and felt worse. -
(ooo Mark what is you doin~?)
Matty quickly made himself something to eat and made a phone call to his bank to see how much he had in his account. He wanted to help Charlie, but he also wanted to have money for his own apartment and living. It sounded like he was good for the time being; He'd likely start taking food for lunch as he didn't eat much. And it was cheaper that way.
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(Obvi doing the dirty
Oh yes)
Three days later, Charlie still hadn't set foot outside of Mark's house. The older boy had been kind enough to loan him some clothes, and feed him. But now, dressed in a way-too-low pair of pants, a tight white tee-shirt, and a thin jacket, he was standing on the porch. His arm was doing better, but not much, and it was easier for him to breathe. The bruises were just started to fade, and as long as he took pain killers, Charlie's head didn't hurt too terribly bad. -
The young teacher decided to bring a copy of one of the books they were beginning to read with him to see Charlie. He'd done the math, finding that he couldn't bring a whole three-hundred dollars to the boy, but was able to live without approximately one-eighty. It was more than half, and he'd used one of the school's envelopes to make it look like an official letter. He hoped it would keep other people out of their business. After completing his work that afternoon, Matty locked up and went to his car, using the GPS on his phone to find the address. He had it face down to avoid looking at it, but listened closely to the automated voice.
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When the car Charlie recognized as Matty's pulled into the drive, the boy suddenly became self conscious. His broken arm and wrist were still in a sling and cast, and his ribs were wrapped with ace bandage, noticeable under the thin white shirt. The worse of the bruises, one that took up the left of his face, was shaped faintly like a hand print. He swallowed, though, staying put, focusing his eyes on his miss-matched socks. One was rainbow, and the other was blue and green poka dots. Girl socks. Of course that was what Mark had given him.
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Matty found the residence without much of a problem and immediately noticed the boy standing outside. He looked, really bad. There was definitely no way he could take advantage of him for cash exchange. With a soft sigh, the older got out, carrying a small bag up to the door with him. "You don't look so well..How are you feeling?" The brunette asked gently, removing his glasses and placing them in his coat pocket.
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"Great, actually," Charlie hummed, rocking on his heels. He lifted his eyes, slowly, to meet Matty's. "You wanna go inside?" If someone saw them, the boy knew it wouldn't be good. Instead of take Matty right in, though, he opened the door, yelling at Mark to get dressed. The older boy poked his ruffled head around the corner, glaring. "Bite me, Cha- ..That's your teacher?"
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"I'm glad you're feeling better than before." Matty smiled and nodded at the boy, running a hand through his dark hair as he waited to go into the house. He honestly didn't expect anyone else to be there, but it seemed Charlie's friend was in their company. He became a bit embarrassed when the other, Mark it seemed was his name, knew him as Charlie's teacher. He could only hope that their secret was still safe and with an awkward smile, waved a hello.
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(
Idk this song is my new obsession)
"Yeah. Living room empty?"
"Mhm. Micheal went to take a bath." Mark waved back, leaning against the corner as Charlie closed the door behind him.
"I thought his name was Andrew?"
"No. That's the other one. Want some water? I think we have left over pizza," He said the last part like a question, looking pointedly at Charlie. Mark went to say more, but there was a loud crashing sound upstairs, followed by the sound of splashing water. The older boy cursed, and took off. Charlie laughed, moving towards the kitchen. "Mm. Want some coffee?" -
Matty stood quietly, still feeling rather awkward in the home of someone he didn't really know. All this talk between the two, they must've known each other for awhile, and Charlie had likely stayed here before for help. A small chuckle escaped the brunette's lips at how quickly Mark rushed up the stairs. He then looked at Charlie and shook his head. "No thanks, Cupcake, I don't like coffee all that much."
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"Ah. Um.. Tea? Or, like, orange juice? No. Mark drinks it out of the carton, and he's got all kinds of diseases." He opened the fridge, grabbing two cans of coke in one hand, dropping one right onto his foot. Charlie swore, loudly, jumping back, dropping the other. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, shaking his head. "I'm right handed," He explained, frowning down at his cast, "And this sucks. Legit, sucks. I'm going to cut off my arm."
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"It would suck more if you cut it off. Then you would HAVE to learn to use your left hand." Matty smiled and grabbed the cans off the grounf, setting them on the dining table. "You poor thing. Are you accident prone?" The older teased a bit then sat down. "You speak as if he's a pest, carrying 'all kinds of diseases'."
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"Oh, that's true. Guess I'll have to deal with it." He leaned against the counter, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. Soon, he'd need a trim. "Not accident prone so much as I legit never use my left hand. For anything. Unless I'm driving. But I don't drive, I hate driving." After moving to a small step stool, Charlie lifted himself onto the marble, crossing his legs at the ankle. "He might as well be. A new guy every week, if not less than that. He uses condoms. Sometimes, anyways. But yeah, Mark's a pretty good guy. Only friend I've got, really. Do you have a cigarette? Mark said I could smoke inside, but wouldn't give me any." He flicked his lighter out of his pocket, pouting a little. "It's dying to be used."
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