Chapter 20

They entered the Art room on Monday afternoon, to find Art sitting on the desk, and Eagle putting out everyone's sketch books.

"You're so harsh." Nienna repremanded Art,

"Why?"

"Making Eagle set up, and you're just sitting there."

"Actually, I'm planning in my head, and it's his job anyway."

Eagle looked up, "I don't mind, really."

Seiji shook his head, "You are such a muggin Eagle. You have to stand up to him, otherwise he'll..." he trailed off.

"Screw you sensless?" Art laughed, "But I do that anyway,"

Seiji scowled, "You're meant to be my boyfriend, not his."

Art ignored that comment, "Seats people please." he grinned as everyone sat down, "Today, we're going to pretty much carry on with the talking thing, but, I'll get out some coloured pencils for you. I wan't you to think about what sort of colours your partner reminds you of, and only draw in those colours, I don't want to see lots of shading, I want bold colours. OK?" he grinned again, "And Eagle will wander round and see what you're doing. I'll sit here and do nothing."

Eagle started to wander around the classroom, as instructed, as everyone started to draw. He looked over Tor's shoulder, "Try not to do the same colours as Fergie."

"But we're the same person."

"You do have differences, I know that. Now, I know you like being the same, but try and focus on what's different, ok?"

Tor shrugged, "Sure,"

Eagle went over to Matt and Seiji, and crouched down by Matt's side, looking at his work. "Now Matty, is red the only colour you see in Seiji. I see others. Try looking a little deeper."

"Oh, Fuck off Birdie." Matt snarled.

The room went silent, someone dropped a pencil on the floor, but no-one moved to pick it up. Art stood up, his eyes burning with anger, every single one of his muscles tensed. "Matt OUT!" He yelled, pointing at the door.

Matt shrugged and walked out of the classroom.

"I'll deal with you in a minute." Art snarled as Matt went out. He turned to Eagle, putting his arms around him, "Baby," he stroked the side of Eagle's face, "He didn't mean it."

Eagle shrugged, looking away.

Art slipped his arm around Eagle, and kissed him very softly, "I'm here baby." he muttered

Seiji stood up, his chair clattering to the floor, making everyone jump. "Fuck This!" he yelled, "I fucking hate you." he said, storming out.

Art let go of Eagle, starting to follow Seiji, when Fergie grabbed him by the back of his collar. "I honestly don't think he wants to see you right now." he grinned, "I'll go. You need to sort out Matt."

Art shook his head, "God, what a mess, alright then, go."

Without another word, Fergie was out of the classroom.

Art followed him out of the classroom, but turned to Matt. "What the hell are you playing at?" he hissed.

Matt shrugged, still looking at the floor.

"Eagle's your best mate, you can't do that to him."

Matt looked up at Art for the first time, and Art saw the feirce tears in his eyes, "You think I'm pleased with what I said?"

Art was stunned, "What?" he asked, soften by being caught off guard.

Matt shook his head, "It's like this, Eagle is my best mate, but I love Ariadne."

Art snorted,

"No, listen. I love Ariadne, and in order to make Ariande happy, I have to be nasty to Eagle, but to make Eagle happy, I have to be nasty to Ariadne." he frowned, "It's confusing. I figure you're pretty good mates with Eagle too, now, when you're with Seiji, you upset Eagle, but when you're with Eagle you upset Seij."

"Are you trying to suggest we're in the same boat?" Art raised his eyebrows.

"No, but I'm trying to get you to understand me."

Art shook his head, and opened the door to the classroom, "Come back in, and I'll sort out what to do with you." As they walked back into the classroom, Art turned to Eagle, "Do you think I should send him to Sir,"

"God no!" Eagle looked shocked, "He's a brunette, you know what Sir would do."

"It's your call,"

"No, just let him stay."

As Matt sat down again, Art knelt beside him, "If I had my way," he whispered, "I'd send you to sir, but you're far to young for that." he frowned, "I don't best like you at the moment Matt?"

Matt frowned, "Just cause I'm confused, wow, how understanding of you."

Art shook his head, "No, because you upsetting Eagle, means I have to look after him, which means things are getting fucked up between me and Seij."

"No," said Matt at normal volume, "You can't blame me for that," he smiled, "You can't blame me for fucking things up between you and Seiji, there's only one person to blame for that...you. You fucked things up between you and Seiji."

Slowley, Art stood up, and turned away, gazing out of the window. From where he sat at the edge of the classroom, Ally could see the tears rolling down his teacher's face.

Art reached for his phone, using the second number on speed dial. It picked up on the first ring

"Sir?"

"Giving up?"

"Just for today."

"I'll send someone over."

Art hung up, and turned back to the class, "I need to sort some things out," he said, "Someone will be coming over to supply in a couple of minutes, until then, I want you to continue in complete silence." He went back to staring out of the window.

A few minutes later Miss Ellins walked in, "Ok Artur, you can go now."

Art didn't even smile, just walked slowly and calmly out of the classroom. Stopping only to pick up his sketch book, and a pencil.

Miss Ellins turned to the class, "I don't know what Mr Tevelen had you doing, I don't follow his style of teaching. So today, we will draw this." She produced an apple from nowhere and placed it on the teachers desk, "And we will do it in silence."

"Well done Matt." Mara muttered

Raven stood up, and practically skipped over to Matt, she flung her arms around him, "I still love you Matty."

She was trying to make him feel better, but it only made him feel worse.

Fergie found Seiji in the garden, crouched on the floor, a knife poised above his arm. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Fergie laughed, "I might faint."

Seiji whipped around to face him and threw the knife.

Fergie ducked, and the knife landed, shuddering in a treetrunk.

Seiji looked up, half impressed, "Where d'ya get reflexes like that?"

Fergie shrugged, "As I said, my step-dad doesn't like me much." he walked over to Seiji, and crouched down beside him. He lit a ciggarette and stuck it in Seiji's mouth. "Art feels really bad." He said

Seiji turned away, "S'not his fault," he muttered, drawing heavily on the ciggarette,

Fergie grinned and hugged Seiji, "Don't worry Seij, I'll sort everything out."

Seiji looked up, "Why are you being nice? Surely it's better for you if Art and I split up, he'd probably end up screwing you."

Fergie grinned, "Much though your boyfriend is hot, I think you two are the perfect couple, and therefore must stay together."

Seiji laughed, shaking his head."We're not being so perfect," he looked down at the cigarette in his hand, "Dammit, I shouldn't smoke, it's bad for me."

Fergie grinned, "Sometimes, we all have to do things that are bad for us."

Seiji looked up, "I fucked things up between us."

"You did?"

"I slept with his sister."

Fergie laughed, "I sleep with my brother," he grinned, "But I can see how that might upset him slightly."

Seiji looked up at him, "What do I do?"

Fergie laughed, "At a guess? Something completely and utterly pathetically romantic."

Seiji scowled, "You're right, of course, but I hate it."

"Do you hate Art?"

"No." said Seiji in a really small voice,

Fergie kissed the side of Seiji's head, "Then you'll do it."

"What can I do?"

Fergie shrugged, "Not sure, what does he like?"

Seiji thought for a second, "Screwing people."

"Apart from that."

"Art?"

"You could draw him a picture."

"Of what?"

"Of you and him, and write that you're sorry on it."

Seiji stood up, grinning, and pulled Fergie to his feet, "Thank you Ferg," he said, hugging him, "You're an absolute star."

Fergie grinned, "That's what I'm here for."

"You were right, you will sort everything out."

Fergie smiled softly, "Yeah, that's what I do."

After prep, Fergie wandered up to the dorm, preparing to be bored and lonely again. He had just walked in the door, when Tor grabbed him around the waist.

"I'm sorry little brother," Tor kissed Fergie gently

"What for?"

"Ignoring you these past few days," his hands reached for Fergie's belt buckle,

"And so you want to screw me now?"

"When do I ever not." Tor grinned, leading him over to his bed,

"Where's your girl?"

Tor grinned, "Ballet practise."

Fergie shook his head, pushing Tor over onto his bed, "Alright, I forgive you."

Later, Mara wandered into the dorm, to find both the twins in bed together, their shirts on the floor. She frowned, without their coloured T-shirts, they looked absolutely identical. One of them had the other pinned down by the shoulders,

"Admitt it, you want me."

"Fuck off," muttered the other.

Mara took a gamble, "Fergie, let your brother go."

They both collapsed laughing, "Uh, It's Tor." Tor grinned.

Mara, stressed after over an hour of pointe practise, stamped her foot, "TOR! You're meant to be straight. And MY boyfriend."

Tor sniggered, "Admitt it, you find it hot."

Mara scowled, "No," she snarled, "I find it sick." She stormed out of the room.

"Stupid Cow," Tor scowled,

Fergie shook his head, getting out of bed. He grabbed Tor's T-shirt, and pulled it over his head, messing up his hair to make himself look more like Tor. He gently kissed his brother, "You owe me big time." he muttered, before running out of the door.

"Mara, baby," he caught her by the hand,

"Tor?"

"I'm sorry sweetie," he pulled her close, "I love you, really I do."

She grinned, slipping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest, "Love you too."

Fergie put a gentle hand under her chin, running his thumb softly across her bottom lip. He blushed in true Tor style, "Can you not call us sick?" he asked,

Mara looked up at him,

"My brother gets hurt by it," he said, not lying, Tor really was hurt by it.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I was just stressed." She frowned slightly, "Why were you in bed with him anyway?"

Fergie resisted the urge to grin, and blushed instead, "I guess I feel really bad for ignoring him," he grabbed her by the hand, pulling her back inside the dorm, "Come on gorgeous," he pulled her into him, and kissed the top of her head, letting his lips rest for a moment in her hair. He looked at Tor over the top of her head, "Now you pay," he mouthed,

Tor scowled slightly,

Fergie lifter Mara's face towards him, and kissed her gently, not stopping until he felt someone jabbing him in the ribs.

"Can I talk to you for a minute Torin," Tor grinned, her turned to Mara, "Just for two seconds, I want to steal him," He grabbed Fergie by the hand and pulled him outside the dorm.

Two seconds later they both walked back into the dorm. The one in Torin's T-shirt went straight over to Mara, wrapping his arms around her, "Now, where were we?" he muttered, kissing her. The one wearing Fergie's T-shirt winked at Seiji, "How's that pic coming along Seij?"

Seiji scowled, "I can't draw,"

Fergie went to sit beside him, "That's not true."

Seiji looked at him, "I take it you swapped back," he whispered, not that Mara would have noticed anyway.

Fergie grinned,

"You're a bastard, kissing her like that, infront of Tor."

Fergie shrugged, "I saved him, he owed me, and technically still does."

"Anyway, why was HE coming onto you? I thought he was straight."

Fergie grinned, "He's straighter than I am, but he also fancies me more than I do him."

Matt walked into the dorm, tears streaming down his face.

Raven got up from where she was sat beside Alex, and went an put her arms around him. Hugging him tight.

Alex put his head in his hands, turning away, so he didn't have to watch. Feeling the pain stabb through his heart as he had never felt it before.

Eagle walked in, and, without looking at anyone climbed up into his bunk, and lay down, facing the wall, so no-one could see the tears sliding down his cheeks. No-one could mistake the sobs racking though his body though.

Fergie looked wistfully across the dorm at his brother, wishing he could be his, and his alone.

As Art entered the room, Seiji stood up to greet him.

Art glanced around the room, "Lights out," he muttered, and flicked the lightswitch, leaving as soon as he had come.

In the pale light of the moon, Fergie saw Seiji crumple to the floor, a single sob catching in his throat.