{Elliot} Stand My Ground

[francois simeon del roque.]

Life had found meaning. Life had become colorful once more for Francois. He could feel everything that was once broken finding its way back together again. He could see the smile on his own face was genuine once more. He could feel the warmth from the sun once again, and he could have sworn the color had stopped draining from his cheeks. He was happy for once. For once in his life, he was happy, and no one could tear it apart. His mother had called, and he had talked generically with her, but that was about it. His friend Krystina had called, and oh did he stay on the phone with her for hours and hours on end. His phone had been one of those things that had not left his side his entire life, but now, it was practically glued into his palm. The small Blackberry never left the comfort and safety of his skin and was always within an arm’s length to grasp. He had talked to Elliot earlier that day because the boy was at his job and Francois had missed him, so since neither one was doing nothing very productive at the moment he gave me a call. They talked for as long as Elliot was allowed, before hanging up hesitantly, not wanting to let the phone away from his ear.

The other boy’s voice was like a song. It was like a soothing melody that could remove him from reality, take him away from everything else that caused him pain. It was like flying with Elliot around. The boy was his own personal guardian angel, and Francois felt he could just soar and keep soaring until he was finally worn out and Elliot would catch him in those arms. The arms he missed so much. To be cradled inside them, to be folded beneath them was all he could ever ask for. Francois felt he needed to do something for the boy. He wanted to give him something, and so he decided on dancing; the one thing he could give the boy. He made his way to Auditorium, nearing six o’clock at night, not sure when the boy would be going home or coming to school; he never knew Elliot’s next move. But despite his worries, Francois had made it to the large stage of the auditorium in his dancing shoes and sweatpants with a hoodie. He took out his I-pod from his pocket and plugged it into a boom-box he had also brought with him. Putting it on, he walked gently to the center of the stage as the music came on. It was an exaggeratedly slow version of Poker Face by Lady Gaga, and then Francois was off.

The way his body moved so fluently, so perfect; it was like watching someone in a dream. His muscles curved and arched with the slow melody of the dance, the light already dim and adding to the atmosphere of drama that already engulfed the stage. Every so often the boy would make his way onto the very tip of his toes and spin lightly, before moving back down to continue. If one had stayed long enough to watch, he could have been seen running across the stage before doing a split in the air, landing just as gracefully on the tips of his toes as if it didn’t hurt at all. But it was just another mask. The truth was the move in fact did hurt. Francois could feel his toes aching and bleeding, protesting in pain, but he didn’t care, he would keep going. He slowed to a stop in the center of the stage before sighing, gently stretching once more before taking in a deep breath and moving slowly. His hands fluttered into the air as he slowly rose his right leg up and behind him. Soon his foot was above his head, as his left push up onto the tips of his toes, fully supporting his entire body weight. The move was called a scorpion, and Francois had known a dancer who once told him to do a Scorpion while on the tips of your toes was one of the most difficult and strenuous tasks a person could do; but Francois was doing it. The moment was small, a few seconds at most, before he moved forward, the foot that was behind his head plating onto the ground before grabbing the other one, bringing it up with his body into an entirely new Scorpion, moving onto the tips of his toes before propelling around, pirouetting in a minor circle before suddenly stopping, a small cry emanating from the boy as he collapsed into a heap on the stage. Blood could be seen seeping through his dance shoes before a small growl erupted from the boy as he shakily got up.

“I-I have to be b-better…f-for Elliot…”his voice was small and meek, but it could still be heard beyond the entire auditorium. Franny gently limped over to the piano where he shrugged off his hoodie, leaving him shirtless in the middle of the stage, a few cuts and bruises decorating his otherwise toned and pale body. His pants hung a little low due to his moves, but he didn’t care. Moving back into the middle and putting the music on once more. His foot began to rise, the actions were taken once more, but this time something happened; something snapped.

The boy crumbled to the ground with a small gasp, legs aching, already having reached their limit. But Francois was thick headed and stubborn. He pushed off his stomach, body quaking as he moved into a standing position. He had a fresh cut on the right side of his abdomen and his left hand moved across to his right arm, gently gripping it and steadying it as he panted.

“N-no…I c-can’t…w-won’t g-give up…” he shook his head before the last syllables left his mouth with a hushing sound before all grew quiet except for the boys huffs of exhaustion and silent moans of pain.

“F-for E-Elliot…I w-will…b-be b-bet-ter…”

[elliot william rhee]

L E T ' S M A K E A S C E N E
like the movie in our dreams

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The greatest thing on earth right now was his life. Could things get more perfect? Could the sun shine brighter or the air smell more clean? He highly doubted it but it seemed to be working rather well for him right now. His parents seemed to be leaving him alone, as well as his sister so he was left with the house to himself more times then none. He hummed softly and parked his brand new car into a parking space at the school. Elliot was able convince his boss to let him take off work early since Fran needed a ride home. He guessed that since it seemed that his family would never really pick him up. And even though Fran never mentioned it, he knew the boy would rather come home with him anyway.

Slowly he made his way inside and hummed a little bit, life was lovely. Truly he happy. Fran was his boyfriend, what else on earth would matter to him more then that? Fran mattered, not even his painting seemed to come close anymore. All his thoughts were covered by Fran, making sure he was happy, he ate, he did things he was suppose too. That was pretty much his life style now, and he didn’t mind it one bit. He hadn’t come out to his parents yet, but he wanted too soon. He wanted his father to come and meet the boy who he grown to love, his mother to smile and exchange pleasant words with the boy. That would be enough to make him the happiest of happy. For now, that might have been a dream, but some day soon it would become reality.

He frowned a little bit when he didn’t see the smaller male in their normal pick up spot. Where was he? Slowly but surely the male moved around the school and looked in all sorts of possible places he could be. “Doll!” He called and let out a small huff when his searching was going in vain. Elliot was about to let out a cry in defeat when he went past the auditorium and spotted the boy on the stage. With a grin he watched from far away, admiring the boy’s dancing skills. A wide warm grin spread across his face as he watched his boyfriend dance. So beautiful and so graceful. That was until he fell. Shock ran through the older boy and without a second thought he ran over to the boy. “Doll!” He cried out and jumped on stage and scooped the boy into his arms and chest. “You okay?” He asked softly and cupped his cheeks. This may have been over reacting on Elliot’s part but the boy seemed to weak right now. Gently he pressed a kiss to his head and purred.

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[francois simeon del roque.]

Everything was pain. Life was pain. Love was pain. The whole entire package was pain, but right now, the boy didn't mind it one bit. He didn't care about much anymore, except for Elliot. He was always waiting for the boy. Always wanting him near, always wanting to hold him and kiss him whenever he could; but it was close to impossible, considering the other boy had school and work as well. Franny just thought of it as another obstacle that he had to overcome. He was used to these by now though. He was always used to things getting in the way of what made him happy, what gave him a reason to keep going; but that's exactly what Elliot was to the small French boy. He was a reason to live. A reason to stop the horrid habit he had and finally learn to live and enjoy life. Well, he enjoyed it when Elliot was around, but otherwise it was more of just a blur and a bore. Who wanted to sit through classes without a special someone to talk to and sit with? Who wanted to go around and try to function, when the single most important thing in your life was nowhere around? Francois didn't.

He abhorred time when Elliot wasn't there. He'd watch the clock and await for the boy to come get him, to come scoop him up in his arms and make everything better, to make everything safe again. This was also why Francois danced. He danced because it made him feel closer to Elliot. It gave him a reason to stay in America, and he would never let his mother take him away from it. Dancing was everything to him. It was the only talent he had, and oh boy, would be hold onto it. He would let his fingers wrap around his dancing and keep it close to him. Never would he let it escape, keeping it trapped within his grasp forever; because that meant he could keep Elliot forever as well. He found that the more he stumbled, the more reason he had to get back up again and keep going. The more pain he was in, the more energy he had to exert. He didn't imagine it as such a healthy thing, but he would do it; he would do it for Elliot.

He would become everything the boy wanted. He would become an amazing dancer, a successful student and a passionate lover for him. He wished, for just one day, he could wrap up the entire universe and give it to Elliot as a gift; this way the boy could really have every last thing he deserved. It didn't take Francois long to rebound from things, so as soon as he fell he was up again. Using his fatigued body to keep dancing and keep pushing until he couldn't push any longer. He ignored the deep ache in his muscles and the fading blurs that were his vision; because none of that was important anymore. Only dancing and Elliot were important, and he would make them count.

He thought he was hearing things. The boy was calling out his name, but he wasn't even here? Franny had to be going crazy and he knew it. That was, until the boy was flying down the aisles and hopping onto the stage, grabbing the boy and pulling him into an embrace. A smile lit up Francois' face as it was cupped and kissed. He grinned lightly, leaning to plant his lips onto the other boy's with little effort.

"I'm okay now...thank you, EliBear." He smiled and blushed from the name, letting his arms wrap around the boy and his face bury into his chest, nuzzling his neck soon after and taking in his delicious scent. He let out a small sigh, his smile un-faltering, because now he was okay.

Francois was happy right where he was.