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Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A/N: I'm well aware the time-line for this is out and that Stef/Brian are the wrong ages to in the same class at high school. Just use your imagination.

A/N 2: I'm trying to build the characters up, but later on there'll be some pretty intense relationships, I can assure you.

Warnings for this chapter: None
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BRIAN.
It was his first day at his new high school and Brian couldn’t be less enthused. His father had insisted that in his final year of secondary education, he should go to a more prestigious institution to give him the best chance of getting into a good business university. Brian grumbled at the thought, there was no way he was going to waste his life in a suit. Well, maybe a shiny one.

Heading down stairs in his new school uniform Brian tried to conceal the extra bag he was carrying.
“There’s my boy!” Brian’s father exclaimed, patting him on the back. “Sharp blazer, son.”

Brian forced a half-smile. “Thanks dad. It’s… great.”

“Let me grab my camera!” Brian’s mother ran out of the room, quickly returning with her latest toy her husband had bought her on her birthday. “By the fireplace, you too? Oh Brian, where’s your brother? Nevermind, Smile!”

Insisting on walking to school, Brian dragged his feet. The last place he wanted to be was at St Winston’s, but being late on his first day was no doubt something his father would hear about. His baggy grey school pants were the ugliest Brian owned. If only the school made them in a size to accommodate his build. Not that it mattered too much, he wouldn’t need them for long.

STEFAN.

Stef hated the first day of the school year. Everyone talking about how they spent their holidays, sharing stories and laughs. It wasn’t that he was a loner, quite the contrary, but he didn’t much feel like sharing. He had come out to his family over the holidays and as a result, had a miserable school break.

The teacher came in to quiet everybody down and begin roll call. “Craig Lines? Yes… Linda Matherson? Yes… Richard Miller? Ok… Brian Molko..” Nobody said anything. Who was Brian Molko? It was pretty rare for St. Winston’s to get new students in the final year. “Brian Molko? Hmm maybe it’s a mistake.” The teacher thought allowed.

“I’m Brian.” Came a soft voice from the door. Stefan, along with the rest of the class, turned to see who it was. In the doorway stood a very petit girl. Shoulder-length black hair, perfect make-up, blue finger nails, short tartan skirt and long socks, clutching her school books. Stefan couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty, gay or not.

“Ooh my! Sorry dear,” the teacher apologized, embarrassed. “I thought we were looking for a boy! I’m sure you must get that a bit.”

“I am a boy.” Brian replied. The class broke out into whispers and a few people laughed.

“But… oh my dear, you’re wearing the girls’ uniform. There must have been some confusion, are you Scottish? Yes maybe um… well maybe we’ll go and see the principal and he can loan you some pants for the day.” The teacher led Brian back out into the corridor.

Stef seemed to be the only one who understood. Brian knew full well he was wearing the girls’ uniform. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe this year wouldn’t be too bad?

BRIAN.
Thoughts started swimming through Brian’s mind. Oh no. He’d been at this school less than an hour and already he was being taken to the principal’s office. He should have known better. He hurriedly tried to think of what he was going to say. Anything to avoid having his father called.

“Mr .Macdonald?” Brian’s teacher called, knocking on a large wooden door with a PRINCIPAL plaque on it.
“Enter.”

Brian reluctantly walked through the door, into one of the most extravagant offices he’d ever seen. The walk to the principal’s large oak desk was a long one. He was done for.

“Mr. Macdonald, we seem to have a bit of a problem. This is young Brian. Brian Molko.”

Mr. Macdonald looked up from his desk, eyes scanning Brian. Brian knew exactly what he was about to say.

“Yes, Mrs. Provis, what seems to be the problem?” he replied, getting back to his work.

Or maybe not.

“Well, Brian is a boy, Mr. Macdonald.”

Mr. Macdonald stopped writing suddenly and slowly raised his head again. “Well Brian, I’m afraid you’ll need to get changed. And, I’ll be giving your father a call.”
There it was.

“Does he know this is how you’ve come to school today?” Mr. Macdonald got to his feet, and called his security to find the work number for Mr. Molko.

“No, sir.” Brian mumbled. “He bought me some of the pants, but I don’t like them.”

“I’m afraid that’s too bad, young man! You are a boy and you will wear the boys’ uniform while in attendance at my school!”

“But it doesn’t say that the skirt is only for girls!” Brian protested. Big mistake.

Mr. Macdonald scowled at Brian, and started dialing. After a few seconds, “Yes hello, may I speak with Mr. Molko please? Ah very good, Mr. Molko, my name is Andrew Macdonald, I am the principal of St. Winston’s. I’m very sorry to call you at work, but I’m afraid I have your son in my office. Yes… yes Brian. No, he’s fine Mr. Molko, but it seems as though your son felt it was in his best interests to challenge the uniform rule on his first day. Hmm no he says you did but he’s standing before me wearing make-up, nail-polish and a skirt. The first two of which are not permitted at my school, and none of which on a male student! Oh yes, I see. Yes I understand, Mr. Molko, teenage boys do like to rebel. Yes, very well. Thank you for your time, sir. Good day.”

He hung up the phone and faced Brian. “Well Brian. Your dad is none to impressed with you! I’ve agreed not to punish you for this… misunderstanding. But let it be known, if it happens again the repercussions will be great. Now, your father tells me you left home today wearing pants, so you must still have them with you. You will go into the men’s room immediately, get changed, and go to class. Tomorrow you will be here in the boys’ uniform and without make-up. Do I make myself clear?”

Brian looked at the floor. “Yes, sir.” He turned for the door, about to leave.

“And Brian?” Mr. Macdonald called out. “I never want to see you in here again.”

STEFAN.
Lunch was Stef’s favourite time of the school day. It wasn’t that he was unintelligent, but rather that St. Winston’s most creative class was music and even then, freedom of expression was rarely encouraged. Stefan came from a good family, like most of the students, but he had always felt smothered and as though he was living a lie. Nobody but his family (now) knew he was gay and not even they knew about his musical dreams. He hid his tapes under his bed, heaven forbid his parents should find out he was listening to David Bowie and The Cure.

Sitting outside on the fence by the sports oval, Stef didn’t join in with his friends’ conversation, preferring to daydream. That’s when he saw the new kid. What was his name? Moko? He was walking around the oval alone, nibbling on an apple like a mouse. Stef couldn’t help but smile. He looked so small, so delicate. Just then, a few boys from their class approach the new ‘boy’. Stef couldn’t see clearly what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t good.
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