Pairing: SyndiSparklez (Syndicate x Sparklez)
Summary: Jordan finally goes over the edge after the constant teasing from his friends.

"Really? Dude, blood alters are my thing. Are you trying to be identical to me? " Tucker asked in a slightly annoyed tone, his voice gravely through my communicator.

"Sparklez is such a copy cat, he copied my idea of making a warding wand. Such copy cat omg Sparkley butt," Sonja laughed through the communicator. I could feel my face getting redder as I worked on my M.E System. They're just joking. It's just a joke. No need to get mad.

"Hey, let's just leave Sparklez alone, alright? No reason to get him pissed." Tom told the two Mianitees, who were still snickering at their accusations.

"Hey Jordan, I just made a sandwich, you gonna make one too? Maybe you wanna come over later and steal the design of my current house? Or maybe you could try on my clothes, and make some exactly the same?" They both laughed at Tucker's joke. Now I was getting angry, would they just stop?

"Guys, can you not do this right now? I'm trying to work on my M.E system." It was a simple request.

"You mean the M.E system that you decided to make after seeing Toms? Copy cat Sparklez is on a roll today!" Sonja laughed harder and so did Tucker.

"Will you please-" I tried to ask nicely, but was interrupted.

"Copy cat Sparklez! Copy cat Sparklez!" They both sang, and my head swam with anger.

"That's it! I'm done!" I could feel angry tears spilling down my face as I shot the words at my device, a small crack in the middle of my sentence. I pressed the end button on the call and took off the watch, throwing it into the river with a frustrated yell.

I was tired of them accusing me of stealing their ideas. I was tired of being constantly teased and prodded at for being inspired by their designs and creations and wanting to create my own. I was tired of my friends.
I stomped up to my tower, slamming the door closed as I entered. I ran up the stairs and into my room, where I fell on the bed and pressed my face into my pillow.

Copy cat sparkles!

You don't have one original bone in your body, do you?

You stole that from me!

Their voices sang in my head, and I let out angry growls as they did. I could feel wetness on my pillow. I shouldn't cry about this, but I was.

They always did this. It started when I first joined Mianite and wanted to create a home, and I saw that Tucker's looked really nice with its birch wood and oak accents. I wanted a bigger home but with some more different types of wood. When I was finished, I invited everyone over to see it, hoping Tucker would like the design and we could be good friends. He did nothing but accuse me of stealing his idea through the entire tour of the home, which made me feel like crap for trying to be friends with him.

I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was probably guard Tom, wanting to know what was wrong. I don't want to talk to him. I was sure he'd call me a copy cat too.

"I'm okay guard Tom, it's nothing. Go back to what you were doing," I said in a miserable tone. I just wanted to be alone.

"Wrong Tom, and I'm not leaving till you open the door." A British voice answered, and I groaned at the sound of it.

"Just leave me alone..." I knew he'd tease me. I knew he'd call me a copy cat. He usually did all of the teasing, and I wondered why he hadn't in the call.

"Sparklez, I'm not gonna bite. You're crying and I know it. Just let me in, ya sausage."
Him calling me a processed meat only made the tears go faster and my temper flare.

"Get out! Just leave!" I let out the strangled yell from my pillow and pulled the covers over my whole body. I liked the feeling of the dark, it was comforting.
"Jordan...I know you're hurt. Open the door, please?" His tone was soft and caring.

Had he been on drugs or something? Tom is never caring or the least bit gentle. He's destructive and greedy and egotistical, a total jerk. And why did he call me Jordan? He never calls me Jordan, not once since I've met him has he called me by my real name.

I slowly inched up from my bed and walked to the door, unlocking the steel chain and opening the door.
Toms smiling face greeted mine. His blue hair always catches my eyes first. It's hard not to notice. His brown eyes looked into mine as if he were searching for something, and darkened as he found whatever it was. His smile dissipated when he took in my appearance.

"What?" I asked in a flat voice. I didn't like his weird staring at me, like he was observing a new species. I've never seen that look before on him. What's up with him today? When he didn't answer, I sighed annoyed and walked back to my bed to lay back down. I wanted sleep so I could forget this anger cramping my brain. He followed me and sat at the end, his hands in his lap and his eyes still searching me. I pulled the covers back up and closed my eyes, I could still feel his on me.

"Can you not do that?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Do what?" He asked me, his eyes staring into mine as I opened them.

"Stare at me. It's weird. What do you want? Why are you here?" I pulled the blanket further up to my neck and looked at the stone ceiling of the tower.

"Sorry. You just seemed really angry over the call and I thought I heard you crying at the end of it...just thought maybe I could help." He scratched his head and looked away from me, obeying my wishes.

"Help how? You gonna call me names too?" I felt a tear go down my cheek and I hastily wiped it away, attempting to hide it from him. I don't want him to see me cry. He'll tease me about it for months, maybe even years.

"No. Why would I do that?" He sounded like he was hurt at my accusation. Why would he be? He's Tom, he doesn't have a heart.

"You always tease me or make fun of me. Why would you ignore this perfect opportunity to see me cry?"

"I tease you on things that are true, and I only do it to get you to pay attention to me. They were just being mean to you. And you aren't a copy cat. You just want to do great things and fit in, like us. That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it? I know I can be sort of a jerk sometimes Sparklez, but I do have a heart, even if it doesn't beat anymore."

He understood me. Tom Syndicate, the inconsiderate destructive idiot, understood me.

"And don't cry...they don't even deserve your tears for saying that shit about you. Told Tucker if he ever wanted to stop being a damn salt shaker all the time to give me a call, same goes for Sonja." He pulled a light blue handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to me, and I took it with slight hesitance. He had stood up for me? And he was helping me? What had happened to Tom? Had he been brainwashed?

"That's...that's deep. Thanks for sticking up for me I guess. That's weird coming from you..." I dried my cheeks with the soft blue handkerchief.

"Yeah well...don't be telling everyone in Ruxomar about it. I have street cred, I don't want it ruined." He looked down at his hands and picked the small specs of dirt under his finger nails, avoiding my eyes.
I decided to sit up and take the covers off. I wanted to know what was up with him. I pulled my knees up to my chin and looked at his distracted eyes.

"Tom, why are you being so nice? You've never been this nice to me. Like, ever."
He was silent. He didn't move at all, and he was making an odd face. Like he was contemplating something.

"Tom?" I nudged him on the arm, and he flinched lightly at my touch. That look was still on his face.

"Tom, just tell-" he lunged forward at me and grabbed my wrists, pulling me forward to him. I felt his lips pressing against mine, his hands holding the sides of my face and I could practically feel the aura of need coming off of him.
He was kissing me. Tom was kissing me. Why was I not pushing him away, asking him a bajillion questions on why he kissed me? Is he gay? Does he like me or something?

After a few moments of just sitting there with my eyes wide open and my lips frozen, I began to get this feeling. It was like my stomach was getting a hug. Like a fire was ignited in my chest.
What is this? Is this...is this love?

The feeling grew stronger the longer he pressed his soft lips to mine, and I began to close my eyes as the feeling enveloped me. I began to kiss him too. My lips moved in sync to his, and I moved closer to him. I felt need, a sick need to spend every living moment of my life in this position with him. Ive never felt this way with anyone. Not even Capsize.
Every feeling of insecurity disappeared, Tucker and Sonja's teasing voices left, the feeling of not being accepted was gone, and I felt like someone had just broken a brick wall away from my lungs. He understood me and cared about me. Someone cared about me, not because they want a favor or that they have to be around me, it was because they loved me.

Tom loved me.

He pulled away, his eyes closed still savoring the moment. "I'm sorry. That was stupid. I just...I felt like I needed to do that. I don't know why." He was whispering and I could barely make out his words, but I had heard them.

"Do you like me?" The question was a surprise to me too.

"...yeah. Do you like me?" He fiddled with a small crease in his pants, still trying to look away from me.

"I think so...what do we do?" What started out as a friendly conversation turned into the most awkward situation I've ever been in.

"Dunno. Keep it a secret?" His eyes finally met mine again, a slightly confused look in them.

"Sounds good to me." I shrugged and looked to my own hands. I didn't really know what to do. I just admitted to liking him, and he admitted the same thing. How do I even handle that?

"So...you wanna...you wanna cuddle?" The offer made the warm feeling grow. I most definitely wanted to cuddle if it meant feeling this amazing sensation in my stomach.

He started to panic at my brief silence, his Dianite attitude returning. "But uh...if that's too weird then...it's fine, I just thought it'd be-"

"Yes," I interrupted his stuttering. He smiled brightly, and slid to my side of the bed with a more than willing attitude.
I laid down and he did too. He wrapped an arm around my chest and sighed. I smiled as the feeling grew even more, starting to feel like there was a million moths along with a hurricane of feathers inside my stomach. I loved this feeling.

"Neither of us tells a soul, right?" He asked, his lips centimeters from my ear.

"Not a soul. Thanks. For all of this."

"S'cool. This is nice. Sorry you had a bad day Sparkley pants."

"Don't worry, it's all better now..."

He laughed quietly and pulled me closer. It was weird and awkward and new, but I liked this. I wouldn't mind if they called me a copy cat. If it meant Tom would cuddle and be nice to me more, then I'd steal their ideas more often.
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