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Teenage Angst	By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1059 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own the song Wonderwall by Oasis.
Elliot opened his cell phone as he leaned against his truck.
"Hey. I'm down here waiting. No hurry but I want to go. Okay."
Elliot closed the phone and hooked his thumbs on his belt loops. Everything was ready.
He had spent most of the morning making sandwiches, dodging his mother’s questions and stopping his father from eating any of the sandwiches. He felt so good and he was ready.
The front door of the building opened and he smiled.
"Hey." George said, looking Elliot over. He was carrying his guitar.
"Hey," Elliot said opening the passenger side door.
George got in and Elliot went to the driver's side.
He smiled at Elliot as he started the car.
"You want to know where were going right?" Elliot asked as he pulled away from the curb.
"Yes I would really like to know," George said.
"It's a really quiet place where there are no people around. We go there sometimes to have picnics," Elliot said.
George leaned back in the seat and watched the streets they went by.
"What are you going to play?" He asked, looking at George's guitar.
"Something." George said, as he stared out the window.
They were leaving the more urban area and he couldn't figure out where they were going. Elliot smiled as he pulled up into an empty lot.
"Come on," he said and got out of the car. George followed and watched Elliot grab a blanket and a picnic basket out of the back of the truck.
"Let's go," Elliot said and George followed him onto a dirt path. The path led them to trees and they went through them. Soon they were at a small clearing.
"Where do you find these places?" George asked.
"We like to explore. Well at least Fin, John, and me. There are a lot of hidden spots all around this place. You just have to look for them," Elliot said spreading the blanket.
"So a picnic," George asked smiled.
Elliot nodded. "Thought it would be nice just to be alone."
He and George sat down together. Elliot leaned back on his elbows and looked at George.
He was wearing a Beatles shirt and black jeans with a chain hanging from his belt loops. He had taken off the leather jacket. It was always nice change from George's dress clothes but Elliot liked those too.
George pulled out his guitar.
"Nice," Elliot said, looking at it and he pulled off his jacket.
"Thank you," George said, digging in his pocket for his pick.
"So what are you going to play?" Elliot asked, anxious to hear.
George started to play the chords to the intro of the song.
Elliot cocked his head to the side. The song sounded familiar but he couldn't quite remember.
'Today is gonna be the day that there gonna throw it back to you,' George sang.
'By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta to do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.'
Elliot smiled now knowing the song.
'Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out,’ Elliot sang, taking George by surprise.
'I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.'
George continued playing liking the sound of Elliot's voice.
'And all the roads we have to walk are winding. And all the light that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how.'
Elliot stared at George while he continued to sing.
'Because maybe, you're going to be the one that saves me and after all, you're wonderwall.'
George stopped playing and Elliot beat out the drums and then George continued to play.
'Today was going to be the day but they'll never throw it back to you. By now you should have somehow realized what you're not to do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.'
Elliot moved closer to George.
'And all the roads that lead you there are winding. And all the lights that light the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how. I said maybe, you're going to be the one that saves me and after all, you're wonderwall. I said maybe, you're going to be saves me and after all you're my wonderwall.'
George closed his eyes and started to bop his head.
'I said maybe,' George sang with Elliot.
'You're going to be the one saves me. You're going to be the one that saves me. You're going to be the one that saves me.'
George continued to play as Elliot hummed. Soon George finished with the soft outro of the song.
Elliot moved to his knees and was in front of George. George opened his eyes and they stared at each other.
Elliot moved forward and kissed him. He pulled away and George sat there, smiling. He moved his guitar out of the way.
"I liked that," Elliot whispered, kissing him again. George pulled away.
"I liked it too."
Elliot pushed George back and kissed him again. This time he ran his tongue awkwardly over George's lips. George opened his mouth and his own tongue connected with Elliot's. Elliot hummed in pleasure.
"You've never kissed a boy before have you," George said, pulling away from him.
Elliot looked away, embarrassed. George kissed his neck.
"It's okay. I didn't expect you to have." Elliot looked at him again.
"I like being your first," George said, leaning up to kiss Elliot again.

"That was amazing," Elliot said softly as he took a bite from his sandwich. George smiled shyly and drank from his bottle of water.
George was pressed against Elliot and the taller boy would occasionally press a kiss to the back of his neck.
"How long?" He asked and he turned his head to see Elliot's confused look.
"How long have you liked me?"
"Since the beginning of sophomore year," Elliot said.
"How about you?" He asked, curious.
"When I first met you freshman year, the day we began high school. You called me geek, smiled, and then winked at me. I couldn't wrap my head around you."
Elliot laughed. "That long. I thought you hated me. I just liked to mess with you because I thought you were interesting and not boring like everyone else."
George snorted as he finished his turkey sandwich.
"I have another one if you want it," Elliot said and George shook his head.
"I'm fine." George turned his head again he was surprised as Elliot pressed his lips against his again. George sighed and felt Elliot's hand holding his hip and running a thumb over the bare skin there.
"Can you play me another song?" The taller boy asked as their lips were still pressed together. George nodded, pulled away, and grabbed his guitar.

Elliot folded the blanket while George put his guitar away. They had continued to make out and also talked but it was starting to get dark.
"Did you have a good time?" Elliot asked as they walked together back to the truck.
"Yes, I did, Elliot. We need to do this again sometime soon." Elliot threw him a smile and put his arm around George's shoulder.
"Well then how about we make the Fair a sort of date even though everyone else is coming too. It will be here in about a week to two weeks."
George smiled at the contact."I don't mind that. Maybe you can win me a cute stuffed animal."
Elliot screwed his nose up and it made George laugh.
"You look nice tonight," Elliot said.
George looked down at his clothes and shrugged."They're my home clothes even though my father doesn't approve of them."
"They show your personality better." George gave a small smile.
"You look really good too. Do you always were shirts that tight?" He asked and ran his hand down Elliot's torso feeling.
The taller boy grinned. "Only for you," he said.
He looked up to see that they had made it back to the truck.
Elliot opened the passenger side door and let George get in.
"You're such a gentleman," George said, teasing him.
"I do what I can." Elliot went around the truck to the driver's side and hopped in. He started the truck and looked at George.
He leaned over and kissed him again. George smiled at him.
"You enjoy doing that, don't you?" Elliot nodded, kissing him again.
"It's feels nice." The taller boy moved away and put the truck in gear.

"Again I had a really nice time, Elliot," George said, looking at him.
"I did too," Elliot said, kissing him softly.
"I'll see you Monday." George went to open the car door and Elliot stopped him.
"One more." George shook his head, smiling and kissed him again.
Elliot's tongue delved into George's mouth and he hummed as their tongues touched.
The shorter boy pulled back first and leaned his forehead against Elliot's.
"Bye, Elliot." Elliot smiled and watched George opened his door and go in. His face still held the smile as he pulled away from the apartment building.

Elliot lay in his bed, smiling. Nothing could break his happiness. He looked at his cell phone on top of his dresser before he reached over and grabbed it.
He looked through his contacts list and soon the phone was ringing.
"Hey Elliot, what's happening?"
"Hey John do you think we can plan a trip to the beach? We only have about two more weeks of this really nice weather before it gets colder."
"That sounds like a good idea, Rocky. When should we do it if we do get to do it?" Elliot rolled his eyes when John called him Rocky.
"Call me that one more time, smart-ass. I think we should do it next week. I'll pull together drinks and other things. You can worry about the food and maybe get the girls to make something too. I’ll talk to about it more if I think we could actually do it."
"Okay. I'll call them up and see if they agree. Good night, jerk."
"Night, ass," Elliot said, pressing the end call button.
He put the phone back on his dresser and looked up at the ceiling. He smiled as he thought about kissing George. Every time he did his body felt like it was on fire and he liked the feeling. He reached over and turned off his lamp.

Elliot pulled up at the building and he smiled as George walked to the truck and opened the door.
"Good morning," the shorter boy said.
Elliot leaned over and kissed him. "Good morning to you too."
"You know I could have taken the bus."
Elliot shook his head he slowly merged with traffic."It's okay. I was already up. I wanted to see you again anyway."
George smiled. "I missed you too."
Elliot smiled.
He was in heaven.
He got to kiss George, touch him, and kiss him. Did he mention kiss him? It was all he could think about.

He pulled into the school parking lot and parked.
"Thank you for bringing me to school," George said and he smiled as Elliot kissed him again.
"Let's go before we're late to class."
Elliot nodded and quickly got out of the truck. He walked with George into the school.
"Do you want to do something tonight?" Elliot asked as they walked to their lockers.
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
The taller boy shrugged. "I don't know yet but you'll know when I figure it out."
George shook his head."I hope to find out soon, El. See you in History."
Elliot leaned against the lockers and watched George walk down the hallway. The subtle sway of the boy's hips made him grin before he walked to his class.

"So how was the date?" John asked, remembering he forgot to ask last night.
"It went very well," Elliot said quietly.
"You two play tonsil hockey?"
Elliot just smiled and John shook his head."You have what you want Elliot. Try and keep it."
Elliot nodded a serious look on his face. "I won't screw this up or at least I'll try not to."
"That's all I can ask for especially from you."
Elliot shot him a glare as they walked to their History class.
He smiled as he saw George sitting in the back of the classroom.
Elliot quickly took the seat next to the boy and John shook his head.
"Hey," he said as he rested his hand on George's thigh. George raised an eyebrow before he placed his hand over Elliot's.
Elliot smiled before he moved his hand to pull out his books. John rolled his eyes but smiled.

Elliot walked down the hallway with George next him and John and Fin arguing behind.
"This happens every day doesn't it?" George asked pointing behind him.
"Don't mind them. They're like an old married couple."
George chuckled at the words. "They sound like it."
Elliot nodded. "Like I've said before they're inseparable but they hate each other."
He looked at George and smiled before looking at the ground.
The shorter boy smiled at him when he did it. He had never seen Elliot nervous but it was an endearing look for him.
They walked into the lunchroom together and sat down close to each other. Elliot placed his hand on George's thigh and ran it up and down. George sighed and smiled at Elliot.
"Do you want to come over, tonight?" George asked and Elliot's eyes widened.
"Why?"
"I still have to tutor you in math and my room is sound proof so I could play the guitar for you. We could also make as much noise as we want and make out all you want."
Elliot's eyes were still wide because he couldn't believe that George just asked him that. He had been over but that was to study and they stayed in the living room but they weren't on tonsil hockey terms.
"My mom likes you and my dad is never home. Will you stay for tutoring?"
Elliot nodded and he felt the urge to kiss him."Alright but I really do need the help with my math."
George smiled and got up to get lunch.
Elliot stared at him as he went and turned back to find out that everyone was talking to one another. At least he wasn't getting a knowing look from any of them. He smiled to himself and joined in the conversation.

Elliot kissed George and pushed him against the elevator wall. George smiled and pushed him away when he felt the elevator stop at a floor.
Elliot stood next to him smiling as one of the residence walked in and greeted George in Chinese and George spoke back.
Elliot looked at him questioningly.
"She said Hello," George told him.
Elliot nodded and gave a small smile.
He was glad once they were at George's apartment. George opened his door and called for his mother. Elliot followed him in and took off his sneakers.
George pulled his shoes off and picked them up. Elliot turned his head when he heard George's mother.
"What did she say?" He asked George as he followed him.
"She said she's in the kitchen. Mom, Elliot's here."
They both walked into the kitchen.
"Hello Mrs. Huang," Elliot said.
"Hello Elliot. George I'm going out soon. I wish you would have told me he was coming over."
"It's fine Mother. He's going to leave by at least six and its three now. We'll be fine for three hours."
His mother nodded. "I'll be home by seven and you know your father won't be here until tomorrow morning." George smiled and turned to Elliot.
"Come on," he said as he pulled him to the dining room. Elliot caught the small smile on Mrs. Huang's lips as George pulled him.
He grabbed George's hand when they were out of sight of his mother. George smiled and pulled him into the dining room. Elliot sat down and opened up his book bag.
"Do you want something to drink?" He nodded and watched George walk back to the kitchen. Watching him walk away always drove him crazy.
"He's a nice young man, George,” his mother said to him.
George nodded as he filled the glass with juice. "He's okay, Mom."
He could feel his mother's eyes on him and he tensed not knowing what was going to happen.
"I'm happy for you then," she said as she kissed him on the top of his head. He turned around, his eyes wide in surprise.
"Don't act so surprised. I don't know why you think you can keep things from your own mother."
George smiled and then frowned. "Father doesn't know about this or me, right?"
She shook her head. "No he doesn't. It's up to you to tell him."
George nodded knowing that he was only going to tell his father until the day he moved out.
"I'm leaving now. You make sure Elliot's out of here at a fashionable time and no horsing around."
"I know, Mother. See you later."
George sighed in relief as he watched his mother leave the kitchen. He listened for the door to open and shut and silently leaped for joy. He grabbed the cups and walked back to the dining room.
"What took so long?" Elliot asked as he looked up from his math book.
"My mom was talking to me. So how's the math coming along?" Elliot shrugged.
"I don't get this. How do I remember this with all the squaring and the square root and why is this answer a radical? This distance crap is annoying."
George shook his head and grabbed Elliot's pencil. "You see the radical you get for the distance." Elliot nodded his head.
"You just have to remember that it measure the distance between the two points you want. It's okay to get radicals. "
The taller boy nodded and started to work.
"Do you know the distance formula?" George grabbed Elliot's hand when it went for his book.
"Do you remember it?"
Elliot rolled his eyes and scratched his head.
"Let's see. The square root of x of one take away x of two squared plus y of one take away y of two squared."
George smiled. "See you didn't have to look in your book for it."
"Is your mother gone?"
George nodded his head and opened his mouth only to have it covered with Elliot's.
He melted into the kiss and he wrapped his arms around Elliot. Elliot pulled back and stared at George.
"My mom knows about us."
Elliot's eyes widened and he looked like he was going to faint.
"She's okay with it, El. Don't go stupid on me," George said as he massaged the back of his boyfriend's neck.
"Your mother is okay with this?" He nodded slowly as he felt Elliot relax.
"That's a good thing. Now can we forget about the math and just make out?" George rolled his eyes and unwrapped his arms from around the taller boy.
"No we have to finish your homework." Elliot sighed and picked the pencil up and started to write.
Elliot breathed in deeply as he watched the television and his arms tightened around George who was sitting in between his legs.
George smiled and snuggled closer to Elliot. They were in his room and George had spent time showing him around and all of his stuff.
There was making out on his bed like he promised and he played his electric guitar. George checked the time on the TV and sighed.
It was five to six and he promised his mother that Elliot would be gone at reasonable time.
"It's almost six," he said and he felt Elliot's grip tighten.
"I don't want you to go but I told my mother that it would be an early time, Elliot."
Elliot sighed and let go of George."I know."
George moved so that Elliot could get up. He turned off the television and followed Elliot to the door. He watched as the taller boy laced up his sneakers.
"Tomorrow, right?" Elliot asked as he picked up his bag. George nodded and kissed him.
Elliot wrapped his arms around George and deepened the kiss.
"I'll be here in the morning then. Goodnight." George smiled as Elliot walked to the elevator. He closed the door and sighed happily.
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