Published: November 25, 2014

I also want to dedicate this story to my friend Imani who actually kinda (forced) inspired me to write this little fan fic >:)

Hehehe ! Here goes to Chrivan !!

________________________________________________

"First events for freshmen are memorable and scary. Make it a good one to remember" Ivan's mother's words were echoing through his mind as he walked through the crowded halls.

"Germantown High. I'm actually a GHS student going to be in a GHS club" he'd thought proudly to himself.

Ivan Kapoor. I- pronounced like the letter "E". Van- rhyming with lawn.

Please pronounce it correctly, it really ticks him off if you don't. Your little 14 year old, short blonde haired, blue eyed with thin framed glasses, freshmen.

The bell had just rang for lunch and it was time. According to his intentions he knew he'd enjoy his next location dearly.

He'd wanted to sign up for the fall play Kinky Boots.

Yes, a boy wanting to be in theater. Ever since he was little, creating and portraying other characters through his own beings was not only easy to him but fun. Acting just came to him naturally and he wanted to do more of it with their annual plays. He wanted to be the star for once rather then be behind curtains and helping the star look good.

He'd turned the corner to his supposide area. Room 125, here he'd come.

Room 125, a typical classroom with a couple of posters and funny things across the wall. There, close to the entrance sat a blonde haired woman with a tight bun at a very clustered desk. The light blue sweater matches her eyes that were focused hard upon the paper she was writing on as to the white scarf around her neck complimented her skin tone. While her dark good fitting jeans with her legs crossed over and her tight black boots made her look very sophisticated. She looked very young for a teacher, maybe late 20s or early 30s.

"Hello ? A-are you here for the play ?" The teacher scrunched up her eyebrows at the boy. When Ivan observes people he forgets that he had the tendency to stare rather then glimpse.

"Uh, yeah. This is the theater room?"

"Yeah I guess you can say that. I'm Ms. Chilcoat"

"Chilcoat. Hmm. Okay, hi Ms. Chilcoat" Ivan awkwardly made his way past the teacher to the front of the classroom.

Yup, Ivan was that student. Even if it wasn't a class, grades were still his #1 priority. No if, no butts, no coconuts. It was like he was born with a microchip in his brain that read out "School Is Most Important".

In the meanwhile, Ivan began to fidget and try to make himself at least look presentable. His green tee and khaki colored cargo shorts just hung loose on his tiny frame. Yes he is 5 foot 3 inches at the moment but he'll grow into that bigger "manlier" frame soon.

He still had time before the meeting for the play: might as well go get a drink. Even though he was sort of fit, the steep steps of Germantown High could make any person wheeze just thinking about them. And sadly, he had to walk up them to get to the room.

Ivan had casually rounded himself around the corner to the water fountain he'd conveniently seen on his way to the classroom. But to his avail he'd seen a fairly attractive boy with a community league shirt on taking sips at the fountain. The name "Magnuson" spelled across the back.

The boy's muscles were chiseled nicely not only on his arms but on his whole chest area because of his tight muscle tee.

"Hello water fountain" whistled Ivan but as he tried to casually walk over; the boy began chocking and gagging on the water he was drinking, causing it to spew all over the fountain.

"Yeah, no, ew" the look on Ivan's face told all. A nasty lip rise and disgusted glare was sent straight towards the once cute boy.

As you can tell by Ivan's sudden light switch love; he's into boys. But it's not blatantly obvious like most other guys. He wasn't the most feminine but he sure as hell could be sassy. Sadly, he was in the closet, like deep in the closet. So far back that he'd past the closet walls, if that was even physically possible.

Girls were still pretty in his opinion, just not that way. Soon, Ivan would be happy and fully out of the closet but first he'll finish high school (even though he practically just got there).

A slamming of a hard object hit Ivan hard in the arm once he turned away from that infectious boy. A wincing stinging pain rose up to the spot where the two items collided. The sound of something hard hit the ground.

"God dam-ugh !" The person's voice grumbled trying to grab their stuff. Ivan turned in their direction to catch the intent stare of a brown eyed boy a little taller than he was. He was sort of attractive in his own ways.

"Hello ?" the boy snapped his finger in front of poor dazed Ivan, "Hey dude ?"

Once again Ivan was caught staring. Embarrassedly, he scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying ?" he asked ashamed of his bad tendency.

"I said, watch out next time. Genius" the boy having a slight lisp when he talked. His words had completely taken Ivan by surprise.

The other boy rudely speed walked past him to God knows where. Ivan just stood there still in utter shock at the unexpected disrespect. He'd grown up in a respective household and couldn't stand the least bit of disrespect.

"I'm a strong independent black women. I don't need this. I'm a strong independent black women. I don't need this." He'd repeatedly whispered to himself. At the theater camp he'd gone to that summer, they'd all had an activity in which they had to stick to weird mantras for the whole summer and Ivan just couldn't let his go. It'd just stuck to him with super glue and adhesive tape.

Once he'd turned back around towards the room and stepped in, Ms. Chilcoat was standing up at the front of the room.

"Oh good ! Are you sitting anywhere ?" she directed the question towards him.

"Yeah, right at that seat with the Jansport bag" he'd responded, proceeding to walk to the seat.

"Okay, good. Go ahead and sit in that empty seat next to him then"

Confused as to what she was talking about, he'd sat down on the chair and looked up to see a particular boy casually sitting next to him.

"Oh God, not you !" the boy easily complained out loud while Ivan had said the same thing; (only he said it in his head).

"Is there a problem ?" Ms. Chilcoat asked, popping into both boys far away mindsets.

"No, yeah it's cool Ms. Chilcoat" Ivan tried to casually answer back knowing full and well that his voice most likely went up an octave.

And as planned, the meeting for the school wide play went on. Chilcoat a explained to all the people there about how it would go the backstage processes. It was almost the end of lunch when it was finally time for her to let them go.

"Okay so before I let you guys go, Imma need to pass out these two papers" she turned over towards Ivan and the boy, "What are your names again ?"

"Ivan" the shorter boy answered easily.

"Okay Ivan," she looked over at the black haired boy, "And your name ?"

"Christian" the boy answered while casually playing with the toothpick he had in his mouth.

The same disgusted look Ivan had given to that "Magnuson" kid, was thrown at Christian's nonchalant attitude. Ivan's patience for this boy was running dry. Chilcoat handed them both each stacks of papers to pass out to all the students.

"Oh and guys !" She called out again after many students were preparing to leave, "There's a whole bunch of special events and dates on the GHS website. Go to the 'Events Document' on the sidebar of the homepage. You'll see our important theater events, fieldtrips and the rest with their descriptions. The only pages you really need to know are pages 34, 69, and 86. Alright, see you guys"

Ivan's ears perked up at the information given. He'd swiftly given the last paper to someone and had only heard a little of what the teacher had said. Seeing Chilcoat's desk having markers, he'd snatched one up in the moment to write down those important pages.

He'd scribbled down page 34 and 69 but had blanked out completely on the last number.

"W-wait ! Did she say 86 or 96 ? What comes after 69 ?"

"Mouthwash" in a husky voice Christian whispered; fanning warm breath against Ivan's ear.

It'd taken Ivan a couple of seconds for him to comprehend the sexual remark and automatically scowled once he understood.

"That's VULGAR !!" he'd shouted out disgustedly; his hand dramatically over his chest in astonishment.

Christian let out a chuckle and went on out of the door smiling back naughtily at Ivan. He would've been lying if he said Christian hadn't made him slightly flustered at his doing.

Oh goodness, this boy was gonna make Ivan's school year a complete roller coaster.

~~~

After weeks or so had passed by and Ivan couldn't grow the balls to get over his stage fright and perform at his best. He'd gotten all the lines down pack but yet there was that tiny voice shouting out negative thoughts back at him. He knew he could do it, his family knew he could do it, even you probably knew he could do it. Sadly, he just couldn't bring himself to perform at his absolute best that audition.

Because of his mental set-back, he'd gotten the role of the understudy a role that only appeared a couple times. With him being an understudy and being able to perform much; he'd offered to help with stage crew. Ms. Chilcoat gladly accepted knowing they needed a lot more people.

For stage crew, Ms. Chilcoat was assigning people partners for safety reasons; like if someone were to fall; the partner would be there to catch them. We wouldn't want another John incident to happen.

And according to Murphy's Law, guess who was assigned with Ivan ?

B**** you guessed, WOO, you was right. It was Christian.

Today was the day, Ms. Chilcoat needed the students to change the par can's lightbulbs and dust them off. This job only required one pair so she'd chosen Ivan & Christian to go in the right wings and do the task.

She'd handed the two boys lightbulbs, a ladder, and a utility belt. Determined, Ivan kindly grabbed the belt and ladder while Christian nonchalantly dragged behind with the lightbulbs.

At first all was well; Ivan was changing the bulbs while Christian handed them to him. But soon Christian grew bored and wanted a little action with the blonde boy.

"Okay, can you hand me a bulb please ?" Ivan asked focusing on unscrewing the light's lense with one hand and sticking his hand out for the bulb with the other.

Time for Christian to have a little fun.

Quietly, he'd risen up on his toes and licked Ivan's awaiting hand slowly and seductively.

The warm and wet sensation tingling across Ivan's fingers made him flail violently; nearly knocking him off the ladder. His heart beating roughly against his chest not only because of that life or death situation but the fact that he'd just licked him very sexually and he didn't see it coming.

"Shit ! Don't do stuff like that" Ivan's held his hand to his heart once more.

Christian smirked sinisterly, "Watch your mouth"

Ivan huffed in annoyance, "Just shut up and give me the bulb"

"What ? What is the bulb you speak of ?" The Hispanic boy pondered playing the dumb act.

"Stop playing and give me the bulbs" Ivan stuck his hand out again.

"I don't have bulbs"

"Give me the bulbs. I have to put the lightbulb in and then put the lens on top !"

Christian tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy staring at its owner. His plucking of Ivan's nerves was like cartoons to a child; just pure entertainment.

"Hello ?!? The lightbulbs. Top ?" Ivan pointed to himself, then to the par can, "Me. Top"

"Hmm. I don't know, but with me you'd be a bottom. You'd seen like the type to take everything and anything up the a-"

"We're not discussing sexual activities !!!" Ivan's voice rose up angrily (and embarrassedly) at his inappropriate jokes. The worst part was, seeing this side of Christian made him blush harder.

"Why discuss it when we can make it happen ?" Christian's mischievous smile made Ivan's knees weak. But he had a task to do and couldn't cave into his flirts.

"No dammit ! I don't wanna- j-just give me the lightbulb"

Shrugging, the Hispanic boy just handed him the bulb. Even though he'd gave into the boy and handed it to him doesn't mean he was done with the blond boy. He was too cute in his opinion.

Letting go of the bulb, Christian casually slid his hand down Ivan's arm, down to the back pockets of his jeans. Maybe a little squeeze wouldn't hurt.

And the little squeeze didn't hurt. Christian's little squeeze actually made his world a whole lot brighter, while Ivan's became a whole lot scarier.

With the booty grab, Ivan flailed viciously; sending him to lean with the ladder.

BOOM !

The ladder hit the ground with a thunderous crash before Christian's eyes. The ladder fell, but where did Ivan go ?!

"Christian !!" a high pitched scream came from above the boy. He craned his neck up to see Ivan holding onto the light railing for dear life. Crap, that railing wasn't gonna hold him long.

"Oh shit. How's it hanging ?" a hint of amusement rolling off of Christian's tongue. Yes it was a generic and cliché thing to say but it was also the probable only chance he'd get to say it.

Ivan's patience finally dried up, "Christian !"

"What's wrong baby ?"

"I. Am. Not. Your. Baby." He struggled to grunt out. Even with his small demeanor he had no type of strength for this pressuring situation. Plus his hands were gradually slipping.

"Whatever you say baby"

"Shut up and get the ladder ! I'm slipping !!!"

He glanced over towards the ladder that had fallen. Well... where the pieces of the ladder had fallen.

"Mmm. It's kinda broken"

"What ?!?" Ivan's flailing becomes a lot more aggressive, "How the FUCK do you break a metal ladder ?!?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one who made it fall"

"But you- ! ERRGH ! Just help me !!"

"Jump down, I'll catch you but-"

"Oh MY GOD ! What's the but ?!" his hand miraculously holding on. It was only a matter of seconds before he could fall.

"You gotta call me Daddy"

"NO ! That's never gonna happen ! Nope. FUCK NO !!"

"Mmkay. I'm leaving then, bye" As said, Christian turned around on his heels and started to pace out of the right wing.

Ivan couldn't believe this boy ! He could be potentially hurt or worse and he was just gonna leave him. "Screw him !" he thought, "Screw all of him-"

But to no avail, his left hand slipped off; leaving him with his weakest hand.

"No wait, please !" Ivan managed to scream off to the boy. He struggled to lift his hand back up; all of his energy close to the end point. He couldn't take it anymore. His heart was knocking and bonking against his chest. His breaths were getting shorter.

"Christian please" Ivan now vulnerable not knowing what might be of him the next minute.

"I'm sorry, who ?" Christian questioned twisting the toothpick he had in his mouth.

"Daddy please" Ivan begged in a way that made Christian and little Christian very happy.

A loud creaky noise filled both their ears. In a split second, the light railing fell down a bit; taking Ivan completely off guard. Both hands slipped off the railing and down went Ivan.

All went slow in the blond boy's eyes. His back felt the pressure of gravity pulling him down eagerly to have its way with him. The cruel-cruel world.

"Crap !" Christian muttered to himself. He'd sprung up and swooped in to catch Ivan at the perfect time. Once the boy landed in his arms; they'd both rolled and tumbled across the floor.

As all the tension and hyperventilation ran loose out of Ivan, his hormones were going crazy thing about what just happened. He was infuriated with Christian's childish ways but staring up at him; the Spanish boy protectively straddling him made him so much more attractive. His little silver tiny hoop earring shined along with his eyes. Ivan never really found the bad boy look attractive but for Christian it was working.

"Are you okay ?" Christian's voice husky and a little shaken; making Ivan's body tingle just listening to it.

He was at a loss for words. What should he say back ? What will Christian think ?? Is he gonna sound stupid saying it ?!?"

Yet all he managed to stutter out was,

"Wh-where is Ms. Chilcoat when all of this is happening ?!"

~Fin~