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Take good care of you	By : urwhatufeel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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.::Take good care of you::.

It was a cold December day, rebellious wind, snowy pavements… a steel-like sky peeking over the mass of students now exiting the school facility hastily; a pale sun delivered his rays feebly, trying it’s best to reach every living thing within it’s grasp, but to no avail.
A young boy could be seen standing at the gate, bundled up in the warmest clothes he’d managed to find but still incapable of shielding his pale, delicate skin from the wind’s gelid caress.
A look of longing marked this young boy’s reddened eyes, his cheeks tinted in a darker, angrier tone, showing just how deadly the wind had become.
All the students had been dismissed from classes that day, the radio and TV said the weather was going to get worse, so the school decided to send everyone home.

He was standing there, watching all the other kids going away; eager to get to their warm, comfy homes. This kid, on the other hand, didn’t show any sign of eagerness to leave the place he’d propped himself against. There really wasn’t anything in his house that’d make him quicken his step or leave the cold steel bars for that matter. It was a poor house; the roof had seen better days, his brother and sister were off to college, in the city, and his bedroom was probably as cold as the streets right then. Also… he knew that if he went home then… his father would be there… and so would his mother.

Normally, when he got home he’d find it empty, he’d tidy it up for the next hour, cook dinner, and then he could go up and do homework. If he got lucky he’d come back down and still find the house empty, eat dinner and then go back up to sleep. There were times when his mother would come early from work. Drunk… She would hit him if dinner burned, or if she found anything out of place… if she’d had a bad day, which usually was the case, she’d beat him too.
His father couldn’t care less. He was mostly out of town anyway. He’d leave for weeks… and when he came back he’d spend his days watching TV, drinking booze and hitting his wife and his son.

Today, this thin, fragile boy, knew he’d find both his mother and father home if he left then. He was still felling sore from the day before, and really needn’t be beaten ‘cause he was home too early.
So he just let himself be. Leant against the rusty gates, observing the other kids laughing, joking, playing around. He remembered when this used to make him feel sad, groups of boys and girls, chatting, clubbing, laughing, the private jokes… he remembered how small that used to make him feel. Always the last to be picked for the basketball team… He sucked at sports, and that didn’t make him any popular.

That… until one day… just a couple of months before… when he’d met _him_.
The most popular wagger this school had ever known. He was cool because he could play music… he even had a band.
Daniel. Daniel Jones. The younger of the Jones brothers, two other guys that had marked the high-school. Lady’s men, popular, bad students, waggers and… awesome football players.
Everything this kid was not.

But at least now he had a protector…
For some reason Daniel had sympathised with him. For some reason Daniel didn’t mind the rumours about his sexuality… Daniel didn’t mind that he was a geek, effeminate, outcast, poor. Daniel didn’t care, pure and simple.
He remembered it so well… the day his whole world was shaken by his blond god. ‘Cause he was a god… he had all the girls he wanted, if he ever needed anything, a sandwich, a seat, a smoke… ten would get up and offer it to him.

***

“Hey you…!”
Darren averted his eyes, he hated this. They could have only thrown the ball on purpose! Of course… it had landed over the table and hit the coup with juice he’d just carefully put down, so as to reach for the (now completely ruined) pickle sandwich.
“I don’t think he’s heard you, Rick...” he could hear the guys laughing.
His t-shirt was all drenched in melon juice, his pants too and the papers he had been working on had been ruined as well. He quickly held them away from the drenching tide, but was too late... There was no way he was going to deliver it to Mr. Kirk like that...
“Hey! Geeky boy! Throw the ball!” a blond 11th year hollered.
“Is he retarded or something?” one of the cheerleaders asked.
“I heard he doesn’t speak...”another whispered a bit too loudly.
“Maybe he’s def?” the other mumbled “Hey! YOU-THERE-THROW-THAT-BIG-ROUND-THING-OVER-HERE!” she mouthed waving, moving her hands as if trying to tell Darren by gestures what a ball was.
“Oh! It‘s that faggot! Did I hit him?” the captain of the team laughed, seemingly very proud of himself; his buddies laughed with him.
Darren looked down, embarrassed, looking for the ball. Maybe if he gave them the bloody ball they’d leave him be.

//My work... Is ruined...!// he inwardly groaned, looking everywhere around him for the ball.

Finally he saw it, behind the tree close to the picnic table he had been studying at. He picked it up, with two fingers, his nose twisting. It had landed on a particularly muddy spot.
“Jesus Christ... Hey fairy-boy! I’m talking to you, you little faggot! Throw us the ball now! Don’t make me...”
And then... _he_ appeared.
Taking the ball from Darren’s grasp _he_ walked closer to where the others were playing.
Silence arose, all eyes following his lanky, thin frame.

“More careful next time, Fred. Hitting someone with a ball stopped being funny on 8th grade.” he simply uttered in all his greatness, his blond locks weaving in the suddenly careless wind.
“He was on the ball’s way!” Fred grinned, receiving the ball Daniel had just thrown physically “Ouch...” he groaned, unable to stop it with his hands, but instead with his stomach.
“I said... More careful next time. We don’t want anyone hurt, do we?” Daniel smiled languidly, a threatening glimmer appearing in his greenish eyes “I wouldn’t like to be on your shoes next time you get suspended... You know what’s gonna happen?” the other boy simply looked away “Yes...! You’ll get kicked out. Bye bye football team too...!” his voice dripped with impertinence.
“Look who’s talking? You’re never present, always playing footsie in the bar! Next time you get caught smoking in the bathroom you’re out as well! You can’t even play in the team anymore... You’re a WAGGER! You’ll never be anyone... Cause you simply don’t get it!” just a couple of his friends cheered, the others had the sense to stay quiet and just listen.

Something in the blonde’s eyes changed.
“Just take your ball… Move along…!” he said as if instructing a child, shooing.
“Are you protecting faggots now?” Fred wouldn’t take the warnings, his friends had started to back away, the glint in Daniel’s eyes was never a good sign.
“And if I am?”
“Then that must mean that you’re a faggot too!” the other laughed humourlessly.
“Wrong answer.” Daniel smiled, almost sweetly.
“Fred… man… let’s go… it’s just a little fairy…!” one of the other 11th graders mumbled into Fred’s brown hair, a hand on his left shoulder.
“Shut up! Who does this guy think he is??”
“Who do YOU think you are?” Daniel moved one step closer, this seemed to intimidate de other guy, whose head barely reached Daniel’s strong shoulders.

Meantime, our hero (hehehe yeah I’m talking about little helpless Darren) is witnessing it all and not liking it one bit. If they started punching each other he knew he’d end up in the principal’s office… and his parents wouldn’t like that. He shivered just at the thought.
But what could he do? Wait… all he could do was wait.

“Fred… let’s go… he isn’t worth it. You don’t wanna be expelled, do you?” a friend mumbled.
Fred looked Daniel in the eye; mean earth-brown clashing with inflexible emerald.
“I no longer play football… I have nothing to lose.”
The guy knew Daniel was right. On the other hand he did have everything to lose.
With one final threatening look over Daniel’s shoulder, the guy turned around and started to walk away.
“Let’s go guys… let’s leave fairy-boy and his boyfriend alone...”

To Darren’s surprise Daniel didn’t do anything, just waved in the most cynic way he could and then turned around.
“Hey… you look… a mess…!” he then exclaimed, approaching the black haired boy.
“I uh… well…” Darren caught himself fiddling with his jet-black chin-length hair.
“Let’s take you to the bathroom.”
The taller man moved closer to Darren, towering over him and then, without removing his eyes from Darren’s bluish ones, he doubled over to hold a backpack.
“This your stuff?”
Darren only nodded, a bit dazed by the effect this guy’s physical proximity seemed to have caused in him.

Then he was led back to the main building, over to the nearest boy’s restroom.
“Do you have anything else to wear?” Daniel asked letting the small bag hit the light-coloured tiles soundlessly.
Darren was still silent.
Daniel looked directly at him and smiled.
“That’s alright, you can wear my jacket.” He quickly disposed himself of the yellow and blue baseball jacket he had been wearing and offered it to Darren.
“No…”
“Please… you’re not going to walk around like that. You already attract too much attention alone…”
It was true. His dark hair, pale skin, rosy lips and navy-blue eyes were quite a shocker for most people. He looked unusual at the least.
“Okay… thanks…” Darren inwardly groaned, how was he gonna get home dressed like that?
“Everything okay? Did the ball hit your head?” Daniel asked, coming closer, reaching out to touch the shorter man’s head, blue puppy eyes looked up as a reflex, and Daniel couldn’t help but smile “Looks fine.”
“It didn’t hit me.” Darren quickly averted his eyes to the floor.
“Would you like some privacy?” the boy didn’t say anything, but he surely didn’t look too comfortable, he was rosy all over; this made the smile in Daniel’s lips widen “I’ll be outside, no one’ll come in. Relax.” And he went, closing the door as he left.

Darren stared at himself in the mirror.
This had to be the most unexpected thing to happen yet.
One of the most popular guys in his school had just defended him AND given him – lent, he quickly corrected himself – his precious jacket. He remembered seeing Daniel always wearing it, everywhere he went.

People would notice.
But to be true… he couldn’t care less. He just prayed Daniel was actually being nice… not acting like this as a means to reach an end… He shivered. Bad thoughts.

He quickly disposed of his t-shirt and shirt (both black) and reached for some toilet-paper, soaked it a bit and cleaned himself up, the juice had gotten a bit sticky on his skin. When finished, he faced the jacket. It’d be too big for him, but that was a good thing, it covered his stained jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.
“Ridiculous.” He grinned.
“You look nice.” He jumped as he heard that deep voice, turning his head to take in the tall boy at the door “Sorry… thought you’d had enough time to get ready.” Daniel offered, blushing a bit Darren mused, was it possible?
“It’s okay.” Darren’s shoulders went up then down, shrugging “I look… silly.”
“You ARE silly.” Daniel chuckled, standing behind the black-haired man-child, looking into the mirror himself, appreciating their contrast.
Darren’s nose twisted at his comment, his lower lip pulling out, forming the cutest pout Daniel had ever seen.
“Pouty… what’s you name pouty-boy?” he locked with Darren’s eyes on the mirror.
“Darren. Darren Hayes, 12th.”
“Oh… senior… I see… I’m Daniel.”
“Jones. THE Daniel Jones. I know who you are…” Darren’s voice was sarcastic.
“Oooh… do I hear a little bit of disdain? What did I do?” Daniel’s face was almost innocent, except Darren knew he was playing around.
“Please… you’re only the most popular guy in this dump. Everyone knows you… every single girl and boy wants to be with you. You’re a GOD.” Darren shrugged again, as if he’d been dictating a shopping list.
“Like it’s a bad thing?” Daniel smiled, teasingly “Dare… can I call you that?” he didn’t wait for an answer “The thing is… I’m not all that people say around.”
“And that’d be…?”
“I never ate the fly, it just happened to fly right in.” Darren made a face “My ears are normal, I have average hearing capacity… so you can call me whatever names you want on the other side of the school that I won’t come beat your ass off… and last but not least… my dick’s as big as they say.” He smiled at the end, and managed to get a smile from Darren.
“And you expect me to believe that?” Daniel smiled softly.
“You don’t have to.” He simply uttered.
Darren didn’t answer; they stood looking at each other through the mirror.
“If they piss you off again… holler for me.” The dirty-blond haired boy whispered, caressing Darren’s darker silky strands with one hand.
“Why…? Why did you do that back there? Why did you say that now?” Darren’s guise was one of uncertainty and confusion.
“I’m tired of them. Sexuality isn’t something you choose. They should know better than to harass you… especially when you weren’t even doing anything at all.”
“What…? Are you the defender of the helpless and weak now?” Darren’s sarcasm made its entry again.
Daniel smiled sadly.
“You wouldn’t understand…” he whispered, close to Darren’s ear “I’m not like them Darren… I’ve been watching you… I know the fear… I know the doubts… I know the pain you go through every day…” Darren’s eyes darkened and lowered in reflex to the other’s words “You’re so special…” Darren’s eyes found those of Daniel again, in the mirror.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because.” He smiled, ruffled Darren’s hair in a swift motion and disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving a flabbergasted boy behind.

Darren sighed, a hint of a smile still on his lips. His gaze drifted from himself in the mirror to the floor where both his backpack and his ruined work lied.
“Could use a little help…” he mumbled, looked up to the door, waited a second and then sighed in frustration “Guess he doesn’t mean this kind’a help…?”

***

That’s how it happened.
That’s how the boy standing against the tarnished, grey gates met _him_.

“Darren? What you still doing here? Aren’t you going home?” _that_ voice awoke him from his trance.
He swiftly looked left to take in the face of the guy he now knew was nowhere near what all the other people said of him.
“No. I thought I’d wait for you.” He simply uttered; his body turned to face the other boy, his head leaning against the cold metal bars, a crumb of snow touching his cheek.
Daniel’s sunbeam smile, the one he had accustomed his friend to, appeared in his forever sun-kissed face.
“Thought well.”
Darren smiled back.
“Will you drive me home with you and take really good care of me…?” he did _the_ pout.
“Oh… you don’t have to make that pouty face, Dare…” he repressed the need to reach out and touch the other’s face, run his fingers through his hair and touch those pink silky lips.
“I’m cold.” Darren uttered in his most sensual voice, the one he only used with his saviour, a hint of fragility appearing in his low whimper.
“Are you now…?” Daniel smiled, enamoured.
“Warm me up?” those puppy, earth-shaking eyes smiled wickedly at him.
“So… you want me to take you home with me and take really good care of you… just like you love me do?”
“The way I love…” Darren nodded, bedroom eyed staring sexily into darkening-green ones, warm air coming out of his mouth and touching Daniel’s cold face.
“That way.” Daniel nodded, barely able to brace himself; he wanted to savour those lips… that mouth… he wanted to touch… to feel… to pull him close.
“Yesss…” Darren whimpered into his ear, Daniel looked deeply into his eyes.
“I’m gonna take good care of you…” he started to walk, Darren followed suit, a shameful smile in his bountiful smiling lips.

~Fin~
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