Go  |
New |
Find |
Notify |
|
Reply |
|
Admin |
New PM! |
|
hi guys, I have a tiny part here for you, hope you like it  oh, sorry, I don't have a soundtrack this time, but if you can think of a god song for this part feel free to suggest it Part 10
On leaving the gay bar Darren was hyped up and, not ready to call it a night yet, had insisted they go on somewhere else. After some persuasion they had reluctantly ended up in a place near by that Darren had been to on a number of occasions with Rhys and Gilly. So now the four of them had settled at a table in a darkened corner of this club, as the R&B rhythms pulsed through the air around them.
Darren had notice John Paul had been in a mood since before they left the gay bar, but until now he had decided to ignore it. However, now he wasn’t the only one who had noticed John Pauls demeanour and Spike had set about trying to cheer him up with flirtatious touches and small but affectionate kisses, and this was now having a knock on effect. Unfortunately, Craig was witness to Spikes efforts and this had caused his mood to sour. Sensing his stepbrothers distress, Darren took Craig to one side.
“Seriously, you have got to snap out of it mate!” Darren stated upon getting Craig away from the table.
“What?” Craig snapped.
“This mood!” Darren continued, “You’re sitting there with a face like thunder, and it’s getting worse every time he touches him!”
“Well, I’m sorry if I get a little uncomfortable watching the person I love being pawed at by another guy!” Craig responded sarcastically, “I’m sure if you were in my position it’d fill you with the joys of spring!”
“I’m not saying that, but if you two insist on this cloak and dagger relationship, you have got to get better at masking your anger when his legitimate boyfriend gives him a kiss!” Darren reasoned, then seeing the flash of pain across the younger mans face relented, “Look, I’ll tell you what, give it a while and I’ll try to get Spike away from him for a bit, give you two the chance to talk. Listen, Craig, mate, you need to do something about this, coz if you’re feeling like this whenever he’s with Spike, and he’s feeling like this whenever you’re with Sarah, well, then something aint right, you know what I mean?!”
“Look, I know alright, it’s just… well, it’s not that easy!” Craig said sadly.
“I know mate.” Darren said, patting him gently on the shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him.
As the two of them sat back down at the table, Spike and John Paul hardly looked up, Darren wasn’t even sure if they had noticed that he and Craig had been gone. Gesturing Craig towards the drinks on the table, Darren hinted to him to drink up, as the two bided their time before he was able to make his move in his effort to allow Craig time with John Paul. After a few minutes, and once their drinks were finished, Darren tried his luck.
“I’m off to get another round in!” He announced as he stood up, “Spike, give us a hand would ya?”
Reluctantly, Spike did as requested, and giving John Paul another quick kiss, he stood up and followed Darren towards the bar. As the two of them walked away Craig took advantage of the moment alone with John Paul and slid across in his seat slightly so he was now directly opposite him. Staring into those sparkling blue orbs Craig was almost distracted from what he needed to do, but quickly snapping himself back to reality he started.
“John Paul, we need to talk…”
|
| |
|
|
ok, so no one commented on the last part, but the next bit is ready, so I'll post it anyway, hopefully someone will like it Part 11
Darren had dragged Spike off to the furthest point of the bar, ensuring that the view of their table was completely obscured and, as luck would have it, the bar was heaving, guaranteeing Craig the time Darren had promised. As Spike stood waiting to get near the bar, let alone be served, Darren could see him growing more frustrated with every passing second, and whereas it would usually please him to see the DJ’s discomfort, Darren felt sorry for him. Not sure if it was just the alcohol clouding his judgement, Darren looked over at Spike, thinking to himself about the current situation between Craig and John Paul, and as he did he felt a combination of remorse and sympathy. Spike wasn’t a bad guy, Darren thought to himself, alright, he could be a bit arrogant sometimes, but then, aren’t we all? But he was alright, Darren actually quite liked him, and he didn’t deserve to be lied to or strung along the way he was. Nor did Sarah, Darren supposed as an after thought. But tonight had shown him that Spike was a sound kinda bloke, and for his part in the deception, Darren suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Although, he reasoned, it was never his place to tell anyone, and in this situation, his loyalties lay with Craig. He was, after all family.
Over at the table John Paul was growing concerned as he stared into the chocolate coloured spheres that bore into his very soul, Craigs ominous words ringing in his ears and striking fear into his heart.
“Craig? What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands desperately grasping onto Craigs, afraid to let go.
“I just…” Craig hesitated, looking away, unable to hold eye contact as he felt the tears pricking at his eyes, “I can’t do this any more John Paul! I can’t watch you with him, it’s tearing me apart.”
“Please Craig, don’t do this?” John Paul pleaded, gently reaching a hand across and timidly stroking Craigs cheek, wiping away a stray tear, as his own eyes started to moisten at what he was imagining.
Craig took a deep breath before chancing a look into those eyes again, and seeing the hurt and fear held there he swallowed hard, afraid of the consequences of what he was about to say.
“I’m sorry John Paul, I can’t take it anymore, seeing him touching you, kissing you, knowing that it’s him who gets to go home with you, and even worse, I can’t stand the thought that you would feel even one tenth of the pain I feel over Spike, when you see me with Sarah.” Craig explained, as John Paul held on tighter to his hand, “Don’t you see? It’s too hard. It hurts too much.”
“Craig? What are you saying?” John Paul could feel his breath shorten as he spoke, his chest narrowing as he tried to stop himself from screaming.
“I think….” Craig started, “I think we should…”
Back at the bar Darren and Spike had finally made it to the front of the queue and were now being served. Having ordered four bottles of lager, when the barman returned with the drinks and asked if they’d like anything else, Darren turned to Spike with a mischievous look.
“What do you reckon? Shall we liven this party up?” he asked with a glint in his eye.
“What are you up to?” Spike said cautiously, “Don’t do anything stupid now!”
But it was too late, as Darren had already turned to the barman and ordered a tray of shots. He had noticed they had an offer on a particular brand of shooters, £1.50 each or 5 for £5, so he decided so as not to have anyone left out he’d order 4 rounds, as they came in 5 favours he got 4 of each flavour. The barman returned with a tray and proceeded to fill it with the shots, before Darren handed him a few notes, telling him to keep the change.
“Right!” Darren started, his attention now on his helper, “You take the tray, and I’ll get the bottles!”
“Hang on, why do I have to carry the tray?” Spike asked.
“Because, in case it’s escaped your notice, I’m slightly a little bit drunk!” Darren said, very matter-of-fact, “If I try to carry it from here to the table I’ll drop it!”
Spike begrudgingly obliged, realising that Darren did seem slightly more intoxicated than the others. Darren headed off in front slightly, but as he approached the end of the bar he could see that John Paul and Craig were still in deep conversation, and from what he could see it looked pretty intense. He suddenly realised that if Spike saw them in their current stance, their cover would be blown. Quickly, he swung around trying desperately to think of a way to stall him as he did. However, there was no need for a clever plan, as he collided with the tray of drinks that Spike was carefully carrying, knocking them all over the DJ.
“What the hell?” Spike cried as the multi-coloured liquids ran down the front of his torso, soaking through his shirt.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” Darren said, trying not to laugh, although he was genuine in his apology.
“I’m soaked!” Spike pointed out, “I can’t sit around like this all night!”
“Look, I’ll tell you what, you head off to the loo and take your shirt off and I’ll meet you in there!” Darren said, as Spike shot him a questioning look, “No, not like that! I’ve got a vest on under my shirt! I’ll just go give John Paul and Craig the drinks, then you can have my shirt, I’ll be fine with just the vest and cardi!”
“Right.” Spike said, putting the tray down on an empty table nearby and wiping himself off, before heading towards the bathrooms. While Darren headed towards John Paul and Craig.
Meanwhile, John Paul searched Craigs eyes frantically, trying to figure out if this was real. Could Craig be about to destroy him? Could someone who claims to love him really be about to tear his heart into pieces?
“Craig, please, just say it!” John Paul implored him, “I have to hear you say it!”
“I think we need to stop…” Craig started, but John Paul interrupted him.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” John Paul said, the tears in his eyes that he had fought so desperately to hole back, now pouring from his eyes uncontrollably. Staring into those eyes, the blue pools now looked even bluer and even more vibrant, the colour intensified by the redness that the tears had caused. Reaching over and cupping his hand on John Pauls cheek, using his thumb to dry away the moisture that lay there, Craig felt more determined to say his piece, and taking a deep breath continued.
“John Paul, I think we should tell people!” Craig finally said.
“What?” John Paul gazed at him, mystified.
“I think we should tell people. Spike, Sarah, my mum, your family, everyone!” Craig declared, “I think you should break up with Spike, I should break up with Sarah, and we should be a proper legitimate couple!”
“Are you sure about this?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure that I can’t stand to share you anymore. I love you, and I want you to be mine. Officially!”
John Paul threw himself across the table, throwing his arms around Craig.
“I love you too!” he whispered softly into his ear, before someone making a coughing sound interrupted their embrace.
“Huh-hmmm, if you two have quite finished!” Darren teased.
“Darren.” John Paul jumped back, looking around nervously, “Where’s Spike?”
“Yeah, funny story.” Darren started, “Well, see, we were on our way back here, and I saw you two weren’t quite done, so I turned round to try and stall him, but…”
“Darren, where is he?” Craig demanded.
“He’s waiting for me in the loo!” Darren said, “I turned round too quickly and spilled a tray of drinks on him, I just popped back to put the beers down, then I said I’d give him my shirt to wear, seeing as how his is covered in rainbow goo.”
“Oh, right.” John Paul said looking a little confused.
“So….” Darren began, “You two all sorted now? Everything rosy in your garden of lurve?”
“Yes!” Craig beamed, “Yes it is!”
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
Part 12
Stumbling towards the door of the nightclub Darren soon realised he had become separated from the others. Frantically searching the mass of bodies heading for the exit, he breathed a sigh of relief as he recognised the familiar shapes of Craig, John Paul and Spike up ahead. As he walked through the door and onto the street, the sudden rush of air, accompanied by the thick layer of smoke now found outside every venue in town, hit him square on, and he could feel his stomach churning. The copious amounts of alcohol he had enjoyed over the course of the evening now threatening to reappear in a much less pleasurable fashion.
Running down the side of the club he doubled over beside their bins, one hand against the wall for support, slightly above his head, the other wrapped around his body, as his stomach emptied it’s contents at a frightening rate. At that moment he felt a hand rubbing gently up and down his back, in an attempt to soothe his nausea.
“Oh my God! What have you been drinking?” Spike asked with a laugh, as he continued to pat Darren’s back, “I think I just saw a boot come out of you!”
“Very funny!” Darren said as he managed to get his digestive system under control.
Darren stood up and leant his back against the wall, spitting out the remnants of his alcohol-induced illness, and struggling to catch his breath. Blinking furiously in a vain attempt to stop his eyes from watering, he touched his hand to his forehead, the droplets of sweat fleeing under his touch.
Tilting his head back he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. As he did, he felt something soft land against his face, and taking the item in his hands he opened his eyes to see that it was the t-shirt Spike had been wearing earlier that night. Confused Darren turned his gaze towards the DJ.
“It’s already ruined, might as well use it to clean yourself up!” Spike said with a sympathetic smile, “I don’t suppose Craig would appreciate you messing up his cardi, would he?”
“Cheers.” Darren said as he pressed the garment against his face, wiping away the last traces of moisture from his clammy skin, “Where is Craig anyway?”
“Him and John Paul were headed for the chippy when I left them.” Spike informed him, “If you’re feeling better we could catch them up?”
“Lets go for it then.” Darren said as he pushed himself up off the wall, “What do you want me to do with this?”
“Just bin it!” Spike said, looking to the t-shirt that Darren was holding out to him, “Like I said, it’s ruined anyway!”
Darren discarded the shirt in the bin he was stood next to before he and Spike made their way out of the alley and back onto the high street, Spike attempting to hold Darren upright as he swayed from side to side, still light headed. Both were in high spirits as the walked slowly together to track down their friends, and so both were caught off guard as they turned the corner onto the road that the chip shop was on.
|
| |
|
|
Part 13
Craig and John Paul stood in the chip shop pouring salt and vinegar onto their chips. Looking through the window John Paul noticed a couple of lads across the road staring over quite an intimidating manner, seemingly at him and Craig, but he chose to ignore them. Seeing that Darren and Spike were nowhere in sight John Paul took the opportunity to talk to Craig.
“Are you really sure about this?” he asked, cautiously, “Telling people I mean.”
“I guess so, yeah.” Craig replied distantly, staring into his bag of chips, “Like I said, I can’t stand sharing you anymore, so we have to! Tomorrow, you’ll tell Spike, I’ll tell Sarah, then we can worry about telling our families!”
“I love you.” John Paul smiled, reaching out and stoking Craig’s arm.
Craig didn’t get the chance to respond, as they heard a commotion outside, and as they turned to look out the window, John Paul saw that the lads he had noticed earlier were now running off in the direction of the noise. Craig’s curiosity got the better of him and he stuck his head out of the door to see what was going on.
“Looks like they’re giving someone a kicking!” Craig called to John Paul, before the look on his face turned to one of horror.
“What?” John Paul said, noticing this and growing worried, “Craig? What is it?”
“It’s Darren!” Craig shouted, running from the shop and throwing his chips in a nearby bin.
John Paul followed, and as he got to the street, he could see the group of lads were indeed beating Darren and Spike, although he had no idea why. As he and Craig got closer he could hear them shouting abuse at them as they hit them.
“Oi!” Craig shouted as the got to them, pulling one of the lads off of his stepbrother, “Get off him!”
“Oh, look!” One of the boys said as he squared up to Craig, noticing John Paul behind him, “It’s the rest of them!”
“What did you say?” Craig demanded, grabbing the little thug by his shirt.
“You heard!” he replied, pushing himself free and taking a swing at Craig.
John Paul attempted to run to his aid, but was stopped by two of the boy’s friends one holding him as the other began to hit him. A fight ensued, and soon it was a mass of fists flying and boots kicking. Darren fought off his attackers as best he could, all the while trying to see what was going on around him. He saw Craig had about four lads all going for him at once, and tried to push his way over to help, but it was no good. In his inebriated state, he could just about defend himself, let alone anyone else. He saw another guy coming up behind Craig, holding something in his hand, about to hit him over the head or something.
“Craig, look out!” he shouted, but in doing so he left himself open, and he felt something heavy hit him before, blackness!
John Paul had managed to get over to Craig by this point too, and was helping fight off their common enemy, when the boy who had been goading Craig earlier, obviously the ringleader of this little group whistled loudly, indicating to his pals to back off.
Pushing past the gang members, Craig ran over to check on Darren, who was now sprawled out on the pavement, out cold. Spike was over soon after.
“Darren, Darren mate, come on.” Craig tried lightly slapping his face in an attempt to rouse him, “Come on, wake up!”
“Is he alright?” Spike asked
“Does he look it?” Craig cried, as Darren started to come to, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
The agitator, directing his abuse towards John Paul this time, once again piped up.
“Awww, aint that a shame!” he said sarcastically, walking over to him, as his cronies fell back, “Both your lover boys seem more interested in checking on him over there, than making sure you’re alright!”
“Get lost!” John Paul said, pushing his way over to his friends.
“Only, we saw you lot, in the club earlier on. And I must say, you don’t half get around, don’t ya?” the boy continued, his gaze following John Paul as he walked away, “I mean, one minute you’re all cosy with Sparky there, then the minute his backs turned you get all up close and personal with Matey, over here!”
John Paul and Craig exchanged worried looks, as he said this. Spike looked up at John Paul, and if the words of the yob hadn’t been enough to convince him, the nervous glances between his boyfriend and Craig were proof positive of their guilt.
“John Paul?” Spike started nervously, “What’s going on?”
“Erm… it’s just, we… I kind of…” John Paul struggled, not knowing what to say, but then growing angry turned to his tormentor in a rage, “What is your problem? I mean, firstly, you were spying on us all in a nightclub, now you attack people in the street, for what? Coz you think they’re gay? Or is it coz you’re jealous? You wish it was you they were ‘getting up close and personal with’ as you put it? Tell me!”
As John Paul let rip his tirade at their assailant the feint sound of sirens could be heard, getting louder as they approached. The gang noticed them and quickly absconded, leaving in their wake the shattered remains of what had been intended as a fun night out. Craig helped Darren to his feet as John Paul turned to Spike, whose face had become void of all emotion.
“Spike, I’m sorry.” John Paul said, tears springing to his eyes, “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this, I... I was going to tell you.”
Spike didn’t respond, still detached and numb, he simply turned to walk away. Stopping as he passed Darren and Craig.
“I’ll get your shirt back to you once I’ve cleaned it.” Spike said, before walking off into the distance.
|
| |
|
|
Part 14
“I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down!” Darren wailed loudly as he and Craig made their way home through the village, “Come on Craig, sing up, I can’t hear you. I get knocked down…”
“Darren, will you just shut up!” Craig said, failing to hide his anger, “You know some people are trying to sleep!”
“So?!” Darren exclaimed before continuing to dance around unsteadily as he sung his heart out, completely abandoning the tune, but singing with such dedication.
Craig was unable to join in Darren’s festivities, as he couldn’t take his mind off John Paul. He was worried about him, he hadn’t wanted to leave him, but Darren was in no fit state to be left alone roaming the streets of Hollyoaks village. Craig had tried to convince John Paul to come back to The Dog with them, but he had declined, saying he just wanted to go home and sleep. Seeing as they were in the centre of the village, and it was a pretty straightforward journey back to The Dog from here, Craig was considering leaving Darren to it, as he could probably catch up with John Paul before he got home if he ran. Turning to find Darren and let him know of his plan, Craig realised that no matter how close to home they were Darren would never find his way alone, as right at that moment he was standing in the fountain having a conversation with the statue in the middle of it. Rolling his eyes and sighing deeply, Craig headed over to get him out.
“You know what, you’ve got the right idea love!” Darren informed the statue, “You just stand and watch, never saying nothing, just watching all the people of the village as the go by. You must know all their secrets, and no one cares, coz you don’t speak, ever. I couldn’t do that, just not talk. Not that I have anyone to talk to, but then, there’s always you. The one we all go to when we have problems, coz you don’t judge us. I could probably tell you I’d done it with a pot-bellied pig, and you’d just stand there, not judging, not saying a word… I didn’t by the way. The pot-bellied pig, I didn’t. I was just pointing out that…”
“Darren!” Craig interrupted, “What in gods name are you doing?!”
“Craig!” Darren exclaimed, pleased to see him, as though he’d not seen him for months, “How you doing?”
“How do you think I’m doing?” Craig said abruptly, “A bunch of thugs outed me to my boyfriends boyfriend!”
“Sshhh.” Darren said stepping out of the fountain and putting his arm around Craig, “Don’t tell me, tell her! It’s what she does!”
Darren pointed at the statue, gently pushing Craig towards it, before turning and walking off. Craig instantly went after him, and directed him home. As they approached The Dog, the pub was closed and all locked up, but the lights in the bar were still on. Craig walked Darren around to the side door and propped him up against the wall as he opened the door. Figuring Jack had forgotten to turn the lights off, Craig flicked the switch as he went by.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack’s voice called from the bar.
“Sorry Jack, I thought you were upstairs.” Craig called back, switching the lights back on.
Jack came through from the bar to find Craig holding Darren up and trying to guide him up the stairs. Noticing the cuts and bruises on their faces, Jack grew concerned.
“What the hell happened to you two?” He cried.
“It’s nothing, really. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Craig said, just wanting tonight to end.
“No, I say we talk about it now.” Jack demanded, “Come on through to the bar. We can sit down, and you two can tell me all about it!”
Making their way through to the bar Jack sat them at a table and went behind the bar to put the kettle on, deciding Darren, at least, seemed in need of a coffee. Returning with three coffees, Jack took a seat at the table and handed them their drinks.
“Right, now, which one of you is going to tell me why he seems to have consumed all the alcohol in Chester, and why the two of you look like you’ve just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson?” Jack said, looking at the two boys.
“Well, you see, what happened was…” Darren started, having difficulty focussing on his father, “Well, see, me and Spike got jumped by a group of chavs, then John Paul and Craigy boy, well, they tried to save us!”
“Why did you get jumped?” Jack said, trying to remain calm, “Did they want your wallets? Phones? What?”
“Oh, no. They weren’t mugging us!” Darren explained, “They jumped us coming out of an alleyway, after Spike had been stroking me. You know, trying to make me feel better.”
“What?!” Jack cried.
“He got sick, coz he was so drunk!” Craig decided to clarify, “Spike was just checking he was ok!”
“Oh, right.” Jack said, seemingly relieved, then noticing something else asked, “Hang on, where’s your shirt?”
“I gave it to Spike!” Darren said, his head bobbing up and down as if too heavy for his neck to hold up.
“Why did you do that?” Jack asked.
“Coz I shot got goo all over his. So we went to the toilet together and took our tops off, and he’s wearing my shirt now.” Darren smiled, satisfied with his answer, “But don’t worry coz he said he’d give it back.”
“I’m sorry, Craig, could you tell me what the hell he’s talking about?” Jack said, turning to his stepson.
“He spilled a tray of shots on spike, so he gave him his shirt to wear, coz he had a vest and a cardigan on.” Craig said rolling his eyes and looking to his watch, “Look, can I go to bed, I’m tired, and I’ve got a long day tomorrow!”
“Why what’s tomorrow?” Jack asked.
“He’s gotta tell Sarah that she’s dumped!” Darren said with a grin, picking up his cup and taking a big mouthful.
Craig shot him an enraged look, but Darren remained oblivious to it, as he sat happily drinking his coffee, in a world of his own. Craig laid his head on his arms on the table in front of him as Jack turned to him.
“Why do you have to break up with Sarah?” Jack asked sympathetically, if a little confused.
“Coz he’s found himself a nice blonde who’s better at floating his boat.” Darren said, laughing to himself.
“Would you shut up!” Craig said turning to Darren.
“Aw no, Craig, tell me you’ve not met some girl tonight and now you’re throwing away what you have with Sarah over it?” Jack said.
“No, I haven’t.” Craig replied, “And to be honest, I don’t really want to talk about it now. I just want to go to bed!”
“Why are my feet wet?” Darren suddenly piped up, taking off his shoe.
Craig couldn’t take any more, and stood up and stormed up to his room. Jack sat looking dumfounded while Darren poured the water from his shoe onto the floor, smiling in amusement at the mystery liquid. Defeated, Jack decided that perhaps Craig had been right, and helped his son up the stairs and into his room.
|
| |
|
|
haha  this is really good keep up the good work |
| |
|
|
thanks for reading it I was begining to think I should give up :P working on the next bit, should be up soon |
| |
|
|
here goes the next bit, not perfect but I hope you like it Part 15
Waking up for what must have been the billionth time that day, Darren squinted his eyes towards his alarm clock. Seeing that he was well into the afternoon, and realising his bladder was now clinging on for dear life, he begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed and made his way awkwardly towards the bathroom. Once he had relieved his overworked bladder he made his way over to the sink. Looking into the mirror he groaned at the state of himself, his face was pale and clammy, his eyes sunken and bloodshot. He had a large bruise encompassing his right eye, and he was barely able to keep them open. His mouth was dry and stale, his tongue felt like a wedge of carpet, festering away in the confines of his mouth. His lower lip had been split, and he had a graze along the length of his left cheekbone.
Turning the cold tap on, he splashed his face, before reaching for his toothbrush and liberally coating it in toothpaste. As soon as the minty gel hit his mouth he began to feel better, with every stroke of the brush he felt a little more human, although the cleansing action was doing nothing to calm the raging throbbing in his head. As he rinsed his mouth out, he began rubbing his temples, trying in vain to ease his aching head.
Now he was starting to feel normal again, he noticed for the first time that he was still wearing the clothes he had gone out in the night before sans shirt. He stretched his arm into the shower, turning it on and finding himself a comfortable temperature, before turning his attention back to his clothes. Slowly he began to unbutton the cardigan he had borrowed from Craig, slipping it off and dropping it into the laundry hamper before sliding his vest over his head and doing the same. Unfastening the buttons on his jeans he slid them past his hips and let them fall to the floor, closely followed by his boxers, stepping out of them and tossing them into the laundry basket along with the rest of his clothing. Climbing into the shower, he felt exhilarated by the sudden rush of the water thrashing across his bare chest and running down the length of his body. Absent mindedly he reached for the shower gel, squirting some into the palm of his hand before he began to massage it into his body, as he tried to remember all that had happened last night. He was sure he hadn’t forgotten anything significant, but just to be sure he replayed the evening’s events in his mind.
He clearly remembered changing before they left, Spike having made some comment about his outfit prompting him to do so. He remembered deciding once he got downstairs that he had to catch up with Craig, John Paul and Spike, and so he was ordering a shot with every round he bought, which, in hindsight wasn’t the smartest idea he’d ever had. He remembered that annoying guy in the gay club who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and, oh God! Images of how he finally got rid of him flashed through his mind; yet more proof that sobriety is definitely something he should consider for the future. He recalled Craig’s discomfort when John Paul and Spike were affectionate and how he had tried to give them time together to talk. He recollected spilling drinks on Spike and swapping shirts with him. How Spike had looked after him when he was throwing up. The gang of youths that attacked them, the one gang member who told of John Paul and Craig’s secret. The hurt in Spike’s eyes as he walked away into the night. He remembered it all. He also remembered that Craig had decided today was the day he came clean, told Sarah and the Dean/Osborne clan of his love for John Paul McQueen.
Turning off the showerhead and reaching for a towel, Darren stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist before heading back to his room. Once he arrived there he dried himself off before heading over to his wardrobe, still encased in his towel, and began rifling through his clothes. His eyes unable to focus on most of the more outlandish prints he owned, he finally settled on a plain black shirt and jeans, which he laid out on his bed, before grabbing a pair of boxer shorts and sock from his drawer. Sliding the boxer shorts on, he discarded of the towel and sat down on the bed pushing his feet into the socks. Then picking up the jeans he stepped into them and fastened them, before reaching for the shirt, sliding it on and slowly doing up the buttons. Slipping on his trainers, he was finally ready to face the world, well, almost. His head still pounding, he pulled open the drawer of his bedside cabinet and pulled out his sunglasses. Sliding them effortlessly onto his face he caught sight of his reflection and smiled, now he was ready to face the day!
|
| |
|
|
Part 16
As he exited his bedroom and began making his way towards the living room, Darren paused as he heard Jack, Frankie and Steph, deep in conversation about something, each one throwing their own speculations into the mix. It took him a moment, but he soon realised the subject of their great discussion was Craig.
“Maybe they’re getting engaged?!” he heard Steph suggest.
“I wouldn’t have thought so!” Frankie replied dismissively, before her tone changed to one of panic, “Unless… Oh god Jack, you don’t suppose… well, she couldn’t be pregnant, could she?”
“I don’t think that’s it love.” Came Jacks reply, but Frankie wasn’t listening, lost in her own train of thought.
“I bet that’s it! That little tart has gone and got herself knocked up and now she’s trying to saddle my Craig with a baby!” Frankie ranted, “I bet it’s not even his!”
“Mum!” Steph cried out in shock at her mother’s harsh words.
“Come on now Frankie!” Jack said calmly, “Look love, I’m almost positive it’s not that! In fact, I think he’s gone to break up with her!”
“What? Why would you think that?” Frankie asked.
“It’s just something Darren said last night when the two of them got home.” Jack said, “Perhaps he can shed some light on the matter, eh?”
“Yes!” Frankie sneered, “And while he’s at it, perhaps he can explain to me why my son’s face is covered in cuts and bruises, too! That is, if he ever emerges from his pit!”
“Craig already said where he got the cuts and bruises mum!” Steph reminded her, “They got jumped by a gang of thugs!”
“Yes, but why, eh?” Frankie asked, “What did he do to get them set upon by these supposed thugs? And why did Craig have to get involved?”
Darren had had about as much as he could take by now, and decided it was time to stand up for himself. So, making his presence known, he headed straight into the living room.
“They were gay bashers!” he exclaimed as he threw himself casually on to the sofa.
“What?” Steph cried incredulously.
“Yeah, bunch of morons! They spotted Spike and John Paul together inside the club. Then, when I was throwing up behind the bins, Spike came to see if I was ok, and well, they thought we were… you know!” Darren told her.
“What? No?” Steph gasped as she flopped down onto the sofa beside him.
“I know!” Darren replied, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV, “Idiots!”
“So…” Steph said, looking at him expectantly.
“So, what?” he responded casually, flicking through the channels on the TV.
“Our Craig’s called, like, a family meeting. Got something important to tell us all apparently. He’s even got Jake coming over too.” She explained, “He got up this morning, said he had to go see Sarah about something, but that when he got back he had something he needed to tell us, and that he wanted all of us here!”
“Yeah, and?” Darren said, as he continued to switch channels. Knowing full well that she was fishing for information.
“Thing is, we’re all starting to get a bit worried and, well, your dad said you might know something.” She said, feigning an innocent smile.
“Well, I don’t!” He said as Frankie snatched the remote from his hand and turned off the TV, “Hey! I was watching that!”
“Can you just stop thinking about yourself for two minutes?” Frankie scowled at him, “My son has something troubling him, and I’m really worried about him, so please, if you know something then just tell me!”
“He’ll be home soon, and then he can tell you himself!” Darren told her, “Whatever it is he has to say, it’s not the end of the world.”
“Darren, if you know something…” Jack began before Darren interrupted.
“Look, dad, even if I do know something, which I’m not saying I do, I’m not going to tell you.” He said forcefully, “It’s Craig’s business, and it’s up to Craig to share it with you!”
“You do know something, don’t you?” Steph said, “Oh go on tell us.”
As he realised he wasn’t going to hear the end of this until Craig got home and put everyone’s minds to rest, Darren shrank back into the depths of the sofa, as the people around him continued to probe him fro information, and suggest ideas of what could be the big announcement. Darren sat there staring into the distance, trying desperately to block out all the noise, praying that Craig would soon be home and this would all be over with.
|
| |
|
|
Craig still here? No Newt? 
Eli's not gonna get you, Newt is.
RaiiiBabes' {If we only knew, Newt and Lauren} - REALLY GOOD SCRIPT!!
|
| |
|
|
sorry talk_ape I started this fic ages ago, waayyyy before newt ever arrived in hollyoaks, so yeah, no newt, still craig. anyway, here's a new part for you all Part 17
By the time Craig returned to the family fold, accompanied by a very apprehensive looking John Paul, Darren’s stress levels were through the roof. It had been almost two hours since he had entered the living room, and he had endured almost constant interrogation from Frankie ever since. She eased up on him for a moment when Jake arrived, but once she had greeted him the two of them joined forces in their attempt to gain information. If his head was in the right place he’d have found their bad cop worse cop routine amusing, but today all he wanted was to take a few aspirin and chill out in front of the TV.
Now, thankfully, the wait was over, as the family congregated in the living room. Craig took to the floor, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words. John Paul was strategically positioned nearby, not standing with Craig, so as not to add to the already tense atmosphere, but close enough to jump in and defend him, should the need arise. Everyone sat waiting with baited breath, all eager to find out what the big mystery was. All except Darren that is, as he was already fully aware of what news was to come, and was just waiting to see the fall out from such a revelation. Craig took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Right, erm, well… I suppose you’re all wondering why I asked you to be here, and well, you see, the thing is…” He stuttered nervously, trying desperately not to make eye contact with his mum or brother, “As you’ve probably guessed, there’s something I need to tell you all. Me and Sarah…”
“She’s pregnant isn’t she?” Frankie cried out.
“What? No, no she’s not!” Craig quickly assured them.
“Has she been cheating on you?” Jake decided to hazard a guess.
“I’ll bet it’s with that Rhys Ashworth again!” Frankie added.
“No…” Craig tried to tell them.
“Are you engaged?” Steph threw her two cents into the mix.
“No! Please, can you all stop guessing and just let me explain!?” Craig cried.
“Sorry, Craig.” Frankie said, her tone softening, “You go on, love.”
“Thank you. Right, now, me and Sarah, well, we’ve split up. That’s what I had to go see her about this morning.” Craig informed them.
“But why?” Steph asked, “I thought you two were getting on great together now.”
“Yeah, we were, but I’ve kinda… you see the thing is I… well, I’m in love with someone else! I went round to see Sarah this morning because I thought it was only fair that she hear it from me first.” He said pausing as he tried to work out what to say next, how to word the last, but possibly most important part of his announcement.
“So who is this amazing mystery girl?” Jake asked, “Do we know her.”
“Erm, it’s funny you should ask that, actually coz…” Craig said, a nervous laugh escaping is lips, “It’s…”
“Is it Hannah?” Steph asked.
“No, it’s not Hannah, it’s…” Craig hesitated again, “Oh god, I don’t know how to tell you this. I guess I should just come out with it…”
“It’s not Nancy?” Jake said, his paranoia getting the better of him, “We’ve only been together five minutes, please tell me she’s not binned me off already?”
“Oh, Craig, how could you do that to your own brother?” Frankie said, jumping up to comfort her eldest son.
“No… I didn’t!” Craig pleaded.
“Well, if it’s not Hannah and it’s not Nancy, who is it son?” Jack asked calmly.
Craig couldn’t find the words to speak as six sets of eyes fixed on him attentively. However, he found he didn’t need to speak, as he looked up at John Paul, a timid smile flickering across his lips. Suddenly for Frankie, everything seemed to fall into place.
“No!” she said, “No, not my son! He’s done something to you, he’s coerced you into to something you don’t want.”
“No, mum, I love him!” Craig said.
“How dare you?” Frankie spat as she turned her attention to John Paul, “He was a good boy, until you came along!”
“I…” John Paul was speechless.
“Mum, please don’t do this?” Craig pleaded, but his request fell on deaf ears as his mother turned her attention on to her stepson.
“And you!” She seethed, “You knew about this and you didn’t stop it! You just let this carry on, you let him poison my son, with his, his, abhorrent lifestyle!”
“Hold on a second!” Darren cried, “Firstly, how is this my fault, and secondly, that ‘abhorrent lifestyle’ as you call it, has made Craig happier than I’ve seen him in, well, ever come to think of it! Shouldn’t that be what counts?”
“Darren’s right love.” Jack said, trying to calm his wife.
“You would say that!” She said shrugging him off, “Your precious son, how could he be wrong?”
“But… But…” Jake struggled to form a coherent sentence, “But you’re not queer!”
“Jake! I think you’ll find the accepted vernacular is gay, actually!” Steph informed him, gaining stunned looks from all, “What, I know long words! And it is!”
“Queer, gay, whatever! The point is my little brother is not a shirt lifter!” Jake spat.
“It’s not about gay or straight, Jake.” Craig said, “It’s about who you fall in love with!”
“It’s disgusting is what it is!” Jake continued.
“Coming from a man who’s shacked up with his dead wife’s little sister?” Darren scoffed, “I hardly think you’re the one to judge what’s right and wrong do you?”
“You wanna keep you mouth shut, before I shut it for you!” Jake threatened as he squared up to his stepbrother.
“Now, come on boys!” Jack said, stepping between them, “Let’s everybody calm down, eh?”
“Well, he started it!” Jake said, sulking.
“This isn’t right!” Frankie said shaking her head, “You don’t love him, not like that. Misplaced affection, that’s what it is. You’ve never really bothered with friends before, not really close ones, your just confusing that with love.”
“No, mum. I love him!” Craig insisted, “Not like a mate, not like a brother, I love him how you love Jack, how Jake loved Becca, and how Darren loves himself.”
“Oi!” Darren said in mock offence.
“No. You love Sarah! You and Sarah, you’re good together.” Frankie declared, “In a few months time, the two of you, you’ll be off to Dublin, and all this, this nonsense will be forgotten!”
“It doesn’t matter what you say mum, I love him!” Craig repeated.
“You!” Frankie spoke venomously at John Paul, “You did this. You McQueens, you’re all alike, see something you want and take it, and to hell with the consequences. You manipulated my son to get what you wanted! What kind of sick, twisted person are you, that you have to destroy my son’s life?”
“Mrs Osborne, I love your son very much.” John Paul said, sharing a loving glance with Craig, “Craig means the world to me, and if I believed for even a second that he was with me for any reason other than he loves me, and wants to be with me, I’d end it. I don’t want to cause him any harm! I do, I love him!”
“Get out!” Frankie said calmly, before her tone changed to an almost hysterical rant, “Get out of my house!!!”
Frankie began to bundle John Paul towards the door. Jack tried to calm her down, but she was like a tornado, tearing through the room, carrying John Paul with her. John Paul didn’t put up much resistance, as he could see there was no reasoning with her. Craig, however, tried his hardest to loosen his mother’s vice-like grip on John Paul’s jacket as she pushed him through the door of the flat, slamming it shut in his face.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Craig said, immediately running through the door after John Paul, crashing it closed behind him
“Craig, wait! You get back here now!” Frankie called after him, but it was too late he was gone.
“Well done, Frankie!” Darren said sarcastically, as she turned back to face them all, tears streaming down her face.
“Darren, not now son, eh?” Jack said as he walked over to comfort his wife.
“Me?!” Darren cried incredulously, “Yeah, coz I’m the one that’s being totally out of order!”
“Darren, not now!” Jack repeated, a little more forcefully.
“Whatever.” Darren said, heading back towards his room, “I don’t need this!”
|
| |
|
|
i love it!  more more more!! |
| |
|
|
i want more, fabulous its my simple request,
*****
Missing you craig
True Mcdeaner
#19 of the john paul and craig your love will never end club
#54 of the james sutton fan club
Chris fountain = sexy
The names lucy, not that anyone cares
kieron and jp forever (sorry craig)
Chris you will always be a winner to me.
Torchwood and hollyoaks is moi life. Jack and ianto together forever.Love you Captain
|
| |
|
|
