Dark Cloud [Dane, Gray]

[Graham Kerr]

Graham leaned against the bathroom wall, eyes closed as he hummed a tune, off key but he didn't care. Barely noticed that he was humming anyway. It could have something to do with the drugs. With the insane amount of drugs that he'd used. Or it could have something to do with the razor that was in his hands right now.

He knew he was stupid, he was just another damn emo, and he didn't really even know what he was doing. It wasn't like he was still pining over Juli. Nuh uh. He didn't care at all about the gorgeous blonde, who danced in and out of his dreams. The amazing guy he could only forget when he was drugged and cutting him out of his heart.

[Dane Matthews]

Dane wasn’t much of a painter and yet he was covered in the stuff when he walked in the bathrooms. Usually he drew with ink, pencils, markers or charcoal until this morning he had felt like painting. So he had got himself some paint and just started painting on a wall of his room. It wasn’t really allowed to do so but as their teacher always said, you can’t ignore your muse when it hits you.

His face was covered in red specks of paint, while black and dark blue could be found in his hair. Dane never paid attention to anything else but his drawing. So often he didn’t notice he got paint or ink on his hands when he rubbed his hands over his face or ran them through his hair. It had sure had made a fool out of him sometimes although the girls always said it looked cute.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” he asked his friend when he noticed Graham leaning against the wall. Moving over to the sink Dane let the water run free while he looked in the mirror for a moment at Graham who was now standing behind him.

[Graham Kerr]

Graham heard his voice, blinked as he tried to open his eyes, his vision blurred. He barely had enough time to put the razor into his pocket, and dropped it onto the floor. There were little marks on his wrists and on the inside of his elbows. A sensitive spot that wouldn't be noticed so easily. Right now though, he was too fcuked up to care and just looked Dane's way, grinning. "Heeeyy..."

[Dane Matthews]

Heeeyy? Alright, what the fcuk was that?! Graham never heeeeeey’d at him like that. Raising a brow Dane glanced from the corner of his eyes through the mirror at Graham while making an attempt at washing his hands. “Ey bro, what’s up?” he asked like he didn’t notice something was going on, as if he hadn’t noticed something falling on the floor just now.

[Graham Kerr]

"Hey dude..." Dude. That was a funny word. Du.De. Duuuuuuuude. Okay, Graham was definitely out of it. But who cared? Reese was too busy shagging Tony, Juli was probably doing the same, and he was being emo and alone as always. If there was any kid as fcuked up as him in this school, he pitied the guy. It wasn't fun, though at the moment he couldn't care less. He didn't need Juli as long as he had the drugs.

[Dane Matthews]

Alright, so definitely something was up although Dane wasn’t sure what it was yet. Graham was pretty good in hiding his emotions and worries. Finishing washing his hands Dane checked his face in the mirror, quickly deciding a splash of water wouldn’t bee enough. Yep, he needed a shower. Oh well, there was always tonight. Turning around Dane headed over to Graham and lowered himself through his knees to be able to pick up the shiny thing on the floor. “Nice toy you got there….”

[Graham Kerr]

"Jar Jar gave it to me" Graham giggled, leaning into the wall and closing his eyes again, because Dane was growing and shrinking in front of him and majorly confusing him with doing so. People were not supposed to -do- that when you were nice and drugged. Jared had in fact given him a razor, but it was a pretty razor on a chain and nothing as ragged and obviously well-used as this one was. "Sshh" He brought a finger to Dane's lips, giggling again. So out of character. "Reese isn't supposed to know."

[Dane Matthews]

“Really now?” Had Hayes lost his fcuking mind? Passing out razor blades like there were toys? Or maybe the kid found it just ‘fun’ to do so? Well, whatever the reason was it did piss Dane off. Standing back up Dane kept the razor in his hand while his eyes quickly scanned Graham’s arms as much as possible. There, small marks on his wrists. Oh cr*p. He was cutting himself now?! He raised a brow when Graham suddenly layed a finger on his lips, making ‘shhhh’ sounds that Reese couldn’t know. “And what would that be? You cutting or you using?” Drugs, it couldn’t be anything else when you saw how dilated Graham’s pupils were right now.

[Graham Kerr]

Graham grinned, nodding a little. "I knew you'd understand...You're Dane. You always-" He cut himself off, looking up at the other, dazed. "What was I saying again?" Pressing a hand to his forehead, he shook his head a bit and groaned. "Fcuk, I'm so out of it." The world was spinning, and still he couldn't stop thinking about Juli. Asshole. He wanted him, but Juli was an asshole.

[Dane Matthews]

“Fcuking m0ron.”, shaking his head that Graham decided to cut himself and use drugs.
Still, Graham did gave him too much credit on being understanding though. “Yeah, what did you think would happen? What is the matter what you man?” This wasn’t like Graham, not at all. Gently laying a hand on the guy’s shoulder Dane put some pressure on it, wanting him to sit down. “Sit down before you fall on your face or something.”, he simply said with a firm voice.

[Graham Kerr]

Graham felt his knees buckle, but sat down relatively unharmed. There was some blood on his hands, and his face as he ran fingers through his hair. "Nothing. I'm fine. I'm fcuking perfect. No wait, what was that again? Perfect doesn't exist? We are who we are, right?" He laughed, a hollow sound. "Or in my case, what we are. Fcuking homo."

[Dane Matthews]

Right. Graham was no fun when he was high. Shoving the razor in his back pocket Dane sat down besides Graham. “Since when is being a homo a bad thing again?” Hurt. Graham was hurt. Alright, there was already a little progress in the finding-out-what-was-going-on-‘game’. Dane always had to guess what was going on with Graham. His first guess was that either someone had been saying stuff about the kid or that someone had broken his heart.

[Graham Kerr]

"Since my little dancer can't be anything but a toy to me" Graham closed his eyes again, leaning into the wall and fcuk, was it moving? This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to do that. Why couldn't anything in his life be stable and solid for a change? "Since someone decided hey, let's fcuk over the gay guy cause I'm not permitted to shag him."

[Dane Matthews]

XTC? Heroin? Crystal Meth? Speed? Coke? There could be dozens of things Graham could have taken to get him this high. Dane really had no clue as to what it was but that it was something was more than obvious. “So, someone doesn’t want you to shag some dancer?” he asked a bit confused. It might be perfectly clear to Graham what was going on but Dane had no frigging clue.

[Ryan Robins]

"Juli" It was little more than a sigh, and Graham opened his eyes again, pressing a hand to his eyes as if he was trying to hide his tears. He would have, if it weren't for the fact that he was too fcuked up to feel anything, let alone be able to cry. "I can't have him, or everything will be fcuked up, and it's so not fair that I can never have what I want...I should just...I should-" He made a half-assed attempt to stand up, but sank back against the wall.