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My Gift To You	By : SolusNemo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: My Gift To You
Fandom: Good Charlotte
Pairing: Slash (male/male)
Rating: PG-13 (adult language, degrading remarks, violence)
Summary: Billy just wanted to belong and he’d give his soul for that to happen. When his parents divorce he, his mother and his little sister move to Waldorf, Maryland, Billy sees this as the perfect opportunity to start over. Will he ever belong, or will someone see through his lies?
Author’s Note: I know that Billy Martin went to a different high school back in the day, but it’s my story and I can do what I want. I’m going to try to have this a little more realistic than my other GC stories, but this might end up slightly AU anyway. Because I’m being song obsessed today, the story title comes from KoRn’s “My Gift To You.”
Disclaimer: This story never happened in real life. Though some facts about the characters may be true, the plot and main events in this story are not. I do not own Good Charlotte (though I do have their CDs, a tee-shirt and a The Young And The Hopeless poster that I wrote “go choke on your hollow words” on...) and I have never met them. Everything goes to their respective owners, which would not be me.

*= I don’t know Billy’s Mother’s maiden name (as it should be) or if she even went back to her Father’s name after the divorce, so I made up one.

One: See The Forest Through The Trees

William Martin sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, a half full moving box in front of him and a leaning tower of CDs on either side of his knees. His parents had recently gotten a divorce, both getting joint custody of him and his sister, and now he had to pack up half his things and move to Waldorf with his mother. It wasn’t exactly a trek over to Waldorf from Annapolis, but his parents had to live close enough to make it somewhat easier on their children. Billy, as he liked to be called, took this in stride. He was like a cockroach in Annapolis High (or so every person there thought) and with the move he’d be able to start anew in La Plata High School. He still had his doubts, though; he was never the type of person to walk up to a person he didn’t know and start conversation, and he was never the type of guy to make friends and find a crowd at the drop of a hat. Billy was going to have his work cut out for him.

“Let’s see,” he sad out loud, “I can bring Bleach over to Mom’s and leave... no, that won’t work. I’ll bring the important ones over to Waldorf and leave the unimportant, beaten up and/or dying ones here.” He nodded to no one and started to set CDs into the box, quickly glancing at the covers and throwing them either in the box or in a reject pile.

45 minutes passed and Billy tossed the last CD in the box. He closed the cardboard flaps and got to his feet, his legs tingling from being in one position too long. “And only the other half of the room to go.” But before he could head back to work there was a knock on the door frame. He turned around and saw his Mother standing in the open doorway.

“We’ll come back and finish up later. I want you and Sarah to see the new house, or should I say the one you two will be staying in five days of the week...” Her voice trailed off, still unable to come up with a right way to say it.

Billy nodded and picked up the box. “I’ve got most of my stuff divided up for here and the new place. I could be finished by tonight if Dad doesn’t want to go out for dinner again... We’re going to miss your cooking when we’re over here.”

Mrs.Martin motioned for her son to follow her as she started down the hall. “I’m sure your Father will be able to make something, though he can’t even make toast without burning the house down.”

“It only happened once. You hated the curtains in the kitchen anyway.” Billy stated matter-of-factly, struggling to get a proper hold on the heavy box. “You’re not changing your name, are you?” He blew a dread out of his eyes.

“Most likely, but you can keep Martin if you’d like.”

They exited the long hallway and passed through the kitchen/dining room. There was a loud honk from Mrs.Martin’s car, most likely impatient Sarah waiting for the two to get into the car. Billy and his Mother took their time as the headed through the living room and out the open front door, breathing a sigh of relief to get out of that tiny, open floor plan, house. “‘Bye, Dad.” Billy said as he walked by his Father, trying to fix the crooked house numbers by the front door. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Mr.Martin grunted in response, taking time away from the iron numbers to shut the door.

Sarah waved from the back seat and stuck her head out the left window, “What took you guys so long? I want to see my new school!”

With his Mother’s back to him, Billy struggled with the box as he used one hand to make an L with his thumb and index finger on his forehead. He carried the box with two hands when Sarah glared and looked like she was going to tell Mom.

“Put that in the trunk with the others, Billy, and hop into the back with Sarah.” Mrs.Martin instructed as she opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat of the Station Wagon.

The new house was a sky blue two-story with wine red shutters and a matching front door. It was a castle compared to the other dump, but no one said anything out loud. As Mrs.Martin unlocked the door, Billy held the first two boxes containing articles for his new life. He scanned over the front yard, cement path, white mail box, and the upside-down 667 spray painted on the lip of the gutters. Damn. So close. It was in a relatively new area of Waldorf; five minutes from the ghetto if you went one way, ten from D.C if you went the other, and three minutes from the high school if you went south.

“All right, kids, this is it.” His Mother beamed as she opened the door.

Being the last to walk inside Billy didn’t notice the arctic air until after he shut the door. He felt the goosebumps appear on his bare lower arms as he stood in the large foyer. The stairs to the second floor were to the front right, sliding wood doors to the formal dining room to Billy’s left and the sunken living room on his right. The hallway to the large kitchen was straight ahead. Hardwood floors were as far as the eye could see.

Mrs.Martin smiled. “I’ve already picked out your rooms, but if you don’t like them you can switch around. Billy, you can set those boxes down for now.” She started the tour then, pointing out where everything was going to go and telling her children about all the new furniture and trinkets she bought uptown. When they got upstairs, Billy and his Mom left Sarah at her room to goggle over the view from the window seat. He looked at the bathroom, the master bedroom and bathroom, and the office before he realized that something was wrong.

“There are only two bedrooms...”

His Mother put her hand on a closet doorknob. “I know, but upstairs—”

“The attic? You’re going to make me live in the attic like Bart’s good, but supposed evil, twin in The Simpsons?” Billy sped out, slightly panicked because he always hated attics.

“It’s better than the basement, isn’t it?” She turned the handle and opened the door. “Go on up and check it out.”

Billy sighed and trudged up the stairs, feeling the walls on either side of him for a light switch. There was one at the top of the staircase and Billy slipped the switch down. A hazy light flooded the large, empty attic space. “It’s huge!”

“You have your own bathroom. There’s no tub, but there’s a shower.” Mrs.Martin called up the stairs, “The room’s heated and there’s a vent window on the south wall, you can open and close it to let natural light and fresh air in. With your imagination I know you can dress this place up.”

He smiled to himself. “I think I won’t mind attics anymore.”

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Six weeks later everyone was settled in their new accommodations. Though he still had a lot of work to do making the room feel more homey, Billy was happy with his attic bedroom and raced down the stairs on the day of his school tour. He still had some papers to sign over at La Plata and had to get a tour to know where his classes were and so on. He was excited on the drive over, wondering how his new school was going to work out and if the people here were any different to the ones over in Annapolis. His Mother noticed his happy state.

“I’m sure you’re going to have a better time here, Bill. I hear there’s a much better art program.” She said, looking over to quickly wink at her son in the passenger seat. “But have you given any thought in snipping those things off?” She was referring to Billy’s hair.

“They’re called dreads, Ma, and it took me forever to grow my hair long enough for these. I won’t cut them off just yet.”

Mrs.Martin tapped the steering wheel as she turned onto a freshly re-tarred street. “But no one can see those beautiful blue eyes of yours.”

“Maybe I don’t want them to see my ‘beautiful’ blue eyes.” Billy retorted, slouching in his seat and looking out the windshield. “There it is. That’s it, isn’t it? Sarah’s big head was in the way the last time we drove by it.”

“William.” Mrs.Martin warned sternly, but nodded as she parked along side the curb in front of a large notice board. “This is it.”

Billy quickly got out of the car and slammed the door. He hurried inside and waited for his Mom in the foyer between two walls of glass doors. When she got inside they walked together into the office, right off the foyer and the massive cafeteria. Almost as soon as his excitement came it went, being replaced with the usual shy weight. Billy stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and lagged behind his Mother.

“Ah, you must be Ms.Stevens*.” Said a pleasantly plump, gray haired, woman behind the reception desk. “And the young man behind you must be Billy, is that correct?”

His Mother nods. “Yes. I’m here to fill out a few remaining papers and Billy’s here for the tour.”

The woman stands up and looks at Billy. “I’m Mrs.Hetfield, Billy. Your Student Guide is waiting right outside by the theatre.”

Billy up-nods and heads out of the office, slowly walking across the cafeteria to the large wood doors in the distance. He stood reading the ‘established in...’ brick for what seemed like ten minutes before a figure entered his line of vision. Billy turned to the right and saw a guy walking towards him; short and ‘punked’ out. He was hot, no doubt about that. Billy was in the closet about his homosexuality, still trying to pass off as a girl fucking brute... To him no one needed to know about his sexuality, he heard the stories about gays being beaten and killed because of their sexual orientation.

“You’re late.” He says flatly.

“I was right on time three minutes ago—”

The latter cuts him off to say in monotone and at length, “My name if Benjamin and I’ll be your Student Guide for the next few weeks, until you get acclimated.” He rolls his eyes. “Call me Benji. I really hope you have a good memory because I’m only doing this once, okay?”

“Okay, but—”

Benji motions for Billy to follow him. “Shut up, keep up, and don’t make me repeat myself.” He walks the length of the theatre doors and points to them, “That would be the theatre. The choir puts on musical plays over the school year and once over the summer.”

Billy stares at his Doc Martens and lets Benji’s words soak into him like a sponge, only looking up when Benji motions toward another classroom.

“So what are you doing here?” Benji asks, having just told Billy about the History room and teacher.

Confused, Billy looks up and at the back of Benji’s head. He was told to shut up, but if he kept silent Benji might think he was slow and have to repeat himself... which Billy didn’t want Benji to do, or so he was told. Going out on a limb, Billy watched the chains on Benji’s pants clang together as he walked. “My ‘rents got divorced. My sister and I are staying with my Mom during the week. My Dad has us on the weekends.”

“I didn’t need a life story.”

“You just asked me a question.”

“So?” Benji spat, soon stopping in front of the last door in the hall. “This is the detention room. I’ve been here more than any other guy in my three years alone.”

Billy smirks. “I’m sure I can break your record.”

Benji crosses his arms and looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“I’m a freshman. By the time you’re a junior in college, if you go, I could be in that room more than you have.”

“What’s that suppose to mean? ‘If you go?’”

Billy swallows thickly, “Nothing. I was just saying that if you go to college—”

“You think I’m too stupid to get into any college?”

“No. Some people don’t go to college, some people do. I don’t know if you’re the college type now, do I?”

“You piss me off, Martin. That is your name, isn’t it? You’re not some loser who’s going to be changing names every six seconds?”

“Yeah. That’s my name.”

Walking back towards the front of the school, Benji flips Billy off. “Just stay away from me and we’ll both be happy.”
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