55A/N: Merrr yeah I know. Hopefully there are some people still reading this haha. Please review to let me know! I warn you it's not edited by anyone else but me so there's sure to be mistakes. I need a legit beta pwease?
t.h.r.e.e.
Sniffling. Someone was crying. That's what woke Pixie up as he laid there comfortable in his sheets. Sitting up with his small tender body, he rubbed his eyes and focused on the back of a boy that was sitting on the floor, right by the window, staring up at the moon and occasionally wiping his wet face.
At first Pixie wasn't completely sure that he was crying, but when he heard the voice choke from his own tears, he knew.
Moving the blanket, Pixie rested his feet onto the floor.
"Cassie? What's the matter?" he whispered, getting up.
Cassidy's back instantly went up. He was supposed to be acting like a big boy now, he was almost ten, ten year old boys didn't cry at sleepovers. But it was different when he was around Pixie. It was…okay to cry around him, maybe because Pixie cried all the time.
Cassie sniffed, and brought his knees up to hug.
Pixie slid across the floor till he was sitting beside his best friend. "Cassie? Why…why are you crying?" his innocent voice, clearly far from puberty, asked.
Cassidy shook his head. "It's nothing, Pix, just go back to sleep, okay?"
"Don't lie," Pixie stated firmly, his eyes hardening. "You never lie. Don't lie." He repeated.
Cassie's bottom lip trembled, and he couldn't hold in the tears that were still coming. His abnormally bright eyes squeezed shut as his face wrinkled up, and he continuously shook his head.
Pixie rested his small hand on Cassie's arm and stared straight at him. "It's okay, it's okay to cry, Cass." He whispered. Cassidy opened up his eyes, embarrassed, but not at the same time.
He and Pixie just looked at one another, and Cassidy leaned over and rested his head on Pixie's lap. They had an odd friendship, they both knew it. Boys their age, they didn't act like this, they were never this open. But none of that mattered to them.
Pixie ran his fingers through his friend's knotted hair.
"It won't stop, Pix, he won't stop." Cassie whispered.
"Hey!"
"He just won't stop,"
"Hey! Pixie, the fuck?! Wake up!" A voice shouted, and an abrupt shove pushed Pixie's out his dream/memory.
"Wha?"
"Fucking, Lash!" Cassidy shouted. Pixie squinted in the dark. He had no idea where they were at.
"Are we in Vegas?" he asked, looking around. They were in some abandoned parking lot in the middle of the night.
"Yeah, we're in fucking Vegas!" Cassidy exclaimed, pissed off. He was fidgeting and biting his nails as he repeatedly called and called Lash. "He's not fucking answering. I've been calling him since we left. Of course he wouldn't be."
"Maybe, maybe he'll answer soon. He could be working or something." Pixie suggested, feeling really unsafe in the area that they had stopped in. He'd rather be on the strip, even if there were hookers, there were people, and more people equaled safety in his eyes.
Cassie gave him a dark look. "We're dealing with Lash and Tweak; of course they aren't fucking dependable. Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cassie muttered, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. Pixie jumped, alarmed and his boyfriend apologized, still resting his head against the wheel.
"I need to think."
Pixie said nothing, looking elsewhere from Cassidy.
It was only a few minutes before Cassie mumbled that they needed to stay at a motel then.
"What?! Cass, I'm not staying at a motel. Hookers and drug addicts stay at motels! People do nasty things there, and, and bugs, and hepatitis," he continued.
Cassie laughed and lit up a cigarette. "Well you're dating a drug addict and we really don't have that much money, so it's where we're staying, unless you have a better idea."
He waited. Pixie whined. They went to a motel.
"We make sure to change the sheets and towels everyday so you don't have to worry about them being used." The girl said as she walked Cassie and Pixie to their room. Cassie was looking around, lost in his own thoughts, Pixie didn't believe a word the girl said and glared at her as she checked out his boyfriend.
She stopped at their door, resting her body against it, her short shorts riding up as she smirked at Cassie. He blushed, and looked away. Pixie's eyes hardened even more.
"Here's your room, if you need anything, just ask for Delilah." She winked, and sauntered off.
"What a fucking slut."
"Jealous, much?" Cassidy laughed, and opened the door. Cassie didn't think twice about the room, and put his stuff down instantly, taking off his shoes and looking for a towel.
Pixie gulped, and stood still, too terrified to touch anything. The walls were so plain; plain boring flower print wallpaper, there was a burgundy bed, a small white bathroom, a little table, and an even littler TV, that was it.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," Cassie said, taking his shirt off. Pixie smirked.
"Are you sure it's clean?"
Cassidy just gave him a look to mean shut the hell up already, we're staying here and there's nothing you can do about it. Pixie began to mimic his boyfriend with taking off his clothes when Cassie paused.
"I'm taking a shower alone, I won't be long."
"What?!" Pixie's eyes bugged. "Are you kidding me, Cass? Don't make me take a shower alone where people probably skeeted all over the walls, or someone killed themselves in!"
"Stop letting your mind wander, you'll be fine," He noticed Pixie's scared eyes and his bare shoulders dropped. "Seriously, you'll be okay. I know if we take a shower together, we're gonna fuck, and I'm way too tired for that. I'll be fast, I promise and I'll put all my germs everywhere so you won't have to worry about touching someone else's germs, okay?" he said, trying to brighten him up.
Pixie said nothing to him, and sat on the very edge of the bed with a pout. Cassie just went to the bathroom and shut the door. The second the door shut, Pixie's pout turned into a yelp as he slid off the end of the bed. Cassie rushed to open the door from his boyfriend's scream and when he saw him them on the ground he just laughed.
"Careful the roaches," He warned, and Pixie screamed again.
Pixie flitted with his fingers as he waited on his boyfriend to finish.
'Please hurry, please hurry,' he thought to himself. Licking his full lips, he looked up at the ceiling, gross.
He didn't want to lie down, he didn't want to stand, and he didn't want to touch anything. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he frowned.
"I wanna go home," He whispered. He didn't want to be in this place.
Chancing it, Pixie looked around the room; it hadn't gotten much better from when he first walked in. Narrowing his eyes, and leaning forward, he focused on the brown stain in the corner.
"Blood, oh God. Oh God!" he whined. Somebody had to have been killed in here!
Cassidy wiped his hand over the mirror clearing the fog from the shower. Looking at his reflection, he narrowed his eyes. He wanted to punch the mirror. Touching his eyes, and face he realized that he didn't have that bad of gray rings underneath them.
He needed to fight it. He had to fight it for Pixie's sake. Scoring right now wouldn't do anything for them. He'd be too fucked up to concentrate or get anything accomplished.
Pulling on a new shirt, he walked out only to hear Pixie scream once again and jump up to him.
"Murder! Cassidy somebody was murdered here!"
"What?" Cassie asked, confused. His boyfriend really did come up with the strangest scenarios.
"Look, right there! Look!" Pixie grabbed his wrist and pointed to the large brown stain on the carpet. "Blood,"
Cassie rolled his eyes. "And you know this how?"
Pixie looked back at him like he was crazy. "What else would it be? We're in a fucking motel, Cassidy. People get murdered in motels! Strippers, hookers get stabbed in motels and left for days!" He explained.
"You've watched too many movies. It's probably fungus. Go take a shower, I'm so fuckin' tired." He yawned, crawling on the bed.
Pixie stood there at the end of the bed quietly. Cassie realized there was no movement going on and he opened his crystal blue eyes staring back at his boyfriend.
"Yes?"
"Can you…" Pixie trailed off, glancing at the bathroom and then back at him. "Can you…"
"Can I what Pixie, fuck!" he was cranky, extra cranky and Pixie was the source. He wanted skag, he wanted coke, he wanted anything, and he couldn't get it so sleep was the next best thing and Pixie was fucking it all up.
"I don't want to go in there alone! I could fall to my death or something. Can you just sit by the door?" he asked softly, his eyes falling.
"I'm less than ten feet away from the door right now. I'm not getting up."
"Cassie, plea-."
"Fuck off!" he shouted, and turned to his side facing away from Pixie. He closed his eyes tightly. He was exhausted, driving all this way, no drugs, no place to stay, Tweak fucked it up.
Pixie bit on his lip, and stared at the bathroom door imagining all sorts of horrors that could have gone on in there. Sometimes he swore he was psychic, he could only imagine what happened to people in that very same bathroom.
Cassidy sighed and sat up. Pixie was staring at the door looking so pitiful. Rolling his eyes, Cassie hopped up and turned the faucet on for him.
Pixie walked in warily.
"It's fine, really. It's pretty clean, no bugs." Cassidy explained, raising Pixie's shirt over his head. He smirked down at him, and messed up his hair. "I'll be right by the door; you can see me right through the shower curtain if you peek, okay?"
Pixie nodded feeling horrible because he knew Cassidy was tired.
"Sorry," he whispered.
Cassidy smiled.
"It's alright, froggy. Hurry up." He hit his butt, and Pixie squeaked finishing undressing himself.
It had to have been the quickest shower Pixie had in his life, he changed, and brushed his teeth just as quickly.
Cassidy had made his way back to the bed and was falling asleep instantly. Pixie crawled in behind him rubbing his nose against Cassie's back. His ears perked at the sirens and shouts from outside.
"Cassie? You awake?"
No response.
More sirens.
Pixie whined. He was being the biggest baby ever tonight. He was only fifteen!
Cassidy couldn't have been that far into his sleep because he turned around, saying nothing and pulled a scared Pixie Stix into his arms. He kissed the top of his head loving the smell of his hair.
"Everything will be fine, Stix. Go to sleep." He promised. Pixie smiled and snuggled his face into the crook of Cassidy's neck. That was all he needed to hear. To him as long as Cassie was on his side, as long as he was there to protect him then nothing could hurt him, or so he naively assumed.
"I hate the way she looks at you," Pixie hissed as Delilah had finished pouring coffee into Cassidy's cup.
"Jealously looks so cute on you, honest," Cassie said, taking a bite of his waffle.
Pixie sighed, looking out the window of the diner connected to the motel that they were in.
"What are we gonna do today?" he asked.
Cassie kept his eyes on his food and shrugged. "I'm gonna try and look for work today."
Pixie nodded. "That sounds good, where should we start?" he asked. Cassidy paused with his fork in the syrup and glanced up at him.
"I'm looking for work today, you stay inside."
"What?! Why can't I come?"
"You're fifteen, Stix. It's better for me to try alone first."
"You're only sixteen!" Pixie argued. Cassidy might look older but he was only a year and half older than him.
"I can pass for eighteen and I have an id, okay? Just leave it," he said and looked out the window, conversation over.
"W-well what am I supposed to do all day then?" Pixie wondered aloud. He'd be stuck in that room all day long doing God knows what because he sure as hell wasn't going outside alone.
Cassie smiled. He found it funny leaving Pixie there to fend for himself, yeah he had a sick humor sometimes, but he could imagine the kind of distress Pixie was going to put himself through.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out, you're creative enough," He smiled. Pixie glared.
"I hate you,"
Cassie blew him a kiss.
Yeah well finding something creative to do wasn't much fun at all. Pixie tried everything he could think of. It was hard keeping yourself entertained when there wasn't much in the room to entertain yourself with.
He wrote for a bit, he slept for a bit, he watched TV for a bit, he stared out the window for a bit, all which lasted about three hours.
Pixie started to worry. Cassidy still wasn't back yet or contacted him in anyway. His boyfriend was cute enough, being seen in this area someone would for sure think he was a hooker and try something.
Biting his lip and squealing, Pixie placed his hand on the doorknob. What if Cassidy was in trouble? Cassidy had made him promise not to use his phone just in case his parents could track him or some bullshit.
"Oh, Cassie," Pixie sighed, and jumped away from the door when he heard a scream down the hall.
Someone was screaming.
"A murder scene. A murder scene happening outside my room, oh God, oh God,"
Should he call the cops? Ring the manager? Roll around and play dead?
"Help! Please! Someone fucking open the fuckin' door he's gonna kill me!" The voice shouted.
Pixie could hear whoever it was pounding on doors of neighbors but it seemed like no one was either home or decided it was none of their business.
"Please!" they screamed. "Oh, fuck!"
Pixie hesitated; he didn't want to get involved, Cass might be mad. But what if they were really in trouble? What if there were about to die or something horrible like that?
"He's gonna fuckin kill me, you bastards! Open up!" the voice Pixie recognized was a boy. Not a man, but a boy.
Closing his eyes, he heard the knock on the room next to his. Without thinking anymore, Pixie undid the lock and poked his head out the door.
He stared curiously at the boy only dressed in black skinny jeans that hung low on his slender hips revealing the fact that he had on no underwear. A white shirt with red stains on it was gripped into his small fist as he banged on the door, looking back down the hall that he was running from.
"Please, please, come on, come on." The boy hissed, knocking rapidly. The person refused and told him to go fuck himself.
The boy growled and kicked the door with his tattered vans only to scream out from the pain and hop around.
"Fuck. Fuck!" he shouted.
Pixie narrowed his eyes, the boy was…attractive enough. He didn't look like a hooker. He looked like one of his friends or some kid that'd be at one of Tweak's shows. His black hair was long and choppy, his bangs cut right above his eyebrows. There were various brown dyed clomps in his hair as well.
'He's a scene kid,' Pixie thought.
Scene kids can't be prostitutes. He looked too clean to be one. Maybe he just got into a fight and was running away from the situation. He was small, just like Pixie so he couldn't have been able to put up much of a fight.
Pixie still hadn't seen his face that clearly, now he was involved. Now he couldn't help but stare at him.
The boy rested his head against the door, pounding his small fists against it, defeated. He growled at it, and closed his eyes.
"Sonny!" a voice shouted from afar.
"Fuck!" The boy named Sonny cursed, his head popping up now as he realized that it was best to keep moving since his attacker hadn't seen him yet.
He barely moved when he froze and saw Pixie staring at him. Pixie's blue green eyes widened when they came in contact with Sonny's gray ones. Pixie had never seen anyone with actual gray gray eyes, his friends Jimmypop's were close but they were nothing like this kid's.
Pixie couldn't stop watching him. Sonny was…he was gorgeous. His features were like Pixie's, so androgynous, so versatile. Sonny could easily be a girl or a boy if he chose.
Sonny took a breath.
"Sonny!" the voice screamed again, and loud bang was heard. Both boys jumped.
"Please, can I come in just till he's gone? He'll kill me." Sonny begged.
Pixie nodded, not being able to say a word. Sonny ran into his room panting, he bolted the door shut and slid down the wall.
Pixie stood over the boy, not sure what to say to someone like him.
Walking over to the bed, he sat there silently placing his hands in his lap. This was so dangerous. What if this boy was a killer?
Sonny hadn't said anything either but jumped up peeking through the blinds.
"Fuckin' bastard," He cursed. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked and walked towards it regardless of an answer. Pixie nodded.
Pixie listened to the boy talk to himself in there cursing about the cut on his lip and the red mark on his cheek.
"He's so gonna pay for this," he said out loud and dialed someone up on is cell phone.
Pixie was fascinated by his movements, by his everything. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, acted. Pixie thought he was graceless but not compared to Sonny who was hardly even trying. He was a natural performer, putting on a show without realizing.
Sonny had managed to pull on his shirt whining about the blood stain on it as he waited for someone to answer.
"You're a fuckin dick…" was the first thing out of his mouth on the phone. Pixie didn't want to be too nosy so he tuned him out only hearing the occasional 'fuck you' and 'this is bullshit' and 'wait till Snake hears about this.'
"Yeah he did. He wanted to do all this fucked up shit. And you know me I don't mind, there are no limits but I'm not letting some fat fuck pour acid on my dick, what the fuck is that shit?!" Sonny shouted.
Pixie's heart stopped.
So he was one of them? Staring at him with new eyes he looked away when Sonny made eye contact with him.
"I'm fine now…yeah I'm bleeding…yeah…told you Snake was gonna be pissed. You don't fucking damage the goods unless I want to and this fatass fucked it all up. Where am I? I dunno that one motel with the green roof on the strip….I don't fucking remember the name! Whatever fucking get me a ride. Yeah, bye." He had quite the mouth.
He hung up with a sigh, and bit his lip finally staring at Pixie who instantly looked away.
"Sorry about all that," Sonny said, his voice a completely different tone, soft, innocent and calm. It reminded him of Cassidy's.
"I-It's fine. A-are you okay now?" Pixie managed to get out.
Sonny smiled and Pixie's heart melted. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to run to him, and snuggle him but he'd probably scare the boy away. Cassie had told him randomly telling people those things freaked them out, not everyone was as lovey dovey as Pixie was.
"Yeah, thanks to you." He smiled; he had the cutest dimples Pixie had ever seen. "I'm Sonny Boy."
"Sonny Boy? That's your name?" he asked, smiling. Sonny smirked, the kid was cute. He nodded.
"Oh well, I'm Pixie."
"And you were laughing at my name?" Sonny laughed, and looked around the place. "You live here?"
Pixie fidgeted. "Well um, sort of. My boyfriend and me are staying here for a bit."
"Runaways," Sonny guessed easily, puckering his lips as he looked up at the ceiling. Pixie couldn't get over how graceful his movements were, so swift like a snake or something. Was there anything about him that wasn't sexy?
"What um, what happened out there? With that guy?" Pixie dared.
"He was just a creep," Was all Sonny said, running his fingers over of the dust on the dresser.
Swallowing hard, Pixie wanted to ask, he had to ask, he had to know. Sonny was standing over him smiling.
"What?"
"N-nothing," he hated himself for stuttering.
"Go ahead and ask. I know you want to." Sonny said, lacing up his white and black vans.
"A-are you…?"
"A hooker, yeah," He replied easily.
Pixie's eyes widened and he jumped up; he was just as small and delicate as Sonny was.
"B-but there's no way! You don't look gross and-and you're so beautiful I always thought that hookers were…"
"Trashy?" Sonny finished for him. Pixie blushed. "Some of them are, depends on how good their pimp looks out for them. Snake, my pimp, does a good job. He wants his boys classy, cute, innocent, you know." He explained, and looked out the blinds again.
"Boys?"
Sonny smirked devilishly, and turned around to him, his hips seemed to sway in the process. Pixie had never met anyone to reek of sex appeal so much in his life, well anyone except Myka that was. And Myka too was a prostitute; he hadn't seen him in months, always disappearing.
"Interested?" Sonny asked.
Pixie looked down. "Um no, I just never knew that boys did this sort of thing."
"Times are changing, baby boy. These sick fucks can't get enough of a boy squirming and cumming all over themselves for them." Sonny said dryly.
Pixie frowned. He spoke of sex so…vulgarly. Pixie thought sex was beautiful especially with Cassidy, and Sonny saw it so differently.
"And you don't mind doing this?" Pixie asked him, truly curious that someone could subject themselves to this life.
Sonny's gray eyes narrowed. "Don't bash it until you try it, kid. A lot of them are runaways; they don't have anywhere else to go. The money's great, well again depending on who's selling you."
'Selling you?' Pixie wondered in his thoughts.
Sonny licked his red lips and smiled his dimples aglow. "Besides I happen to like it,"
"You like it?" Pixie asked appalled.
"I like the power, the fact that I can make a grown man bow down to me, and pay hundreds just to watch me touch myself. It's addicting."
Pixie made a face. He was sick.
"It's not for everybody. I," Sonny unlocked the door. "Happen to be addicted to sex,"
Pixie watched with careful eyes, he didn't really want him to leave just yet. His desperation must have been clear enough because Sonny frowned and winked at him.
"I'll come back sometime if you want,"
Pixie nodded eagerly.
Blowing him a kiss, Sonny walked out, his image being blurred by the sun as Pixie watched him leave.
Locking up the door, Pixie sunk to the floor and giggled.
"I befriended a hooker. Wait till Cassidy hears!" he cheered.
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