|
Luxemburger Queen -- Part 1 Hi! I've been reading the group passively for a little while now and decided to introduce myself, I'm a Placebo-fan from Germany. On the BSH I post as CaratGold. I just wrote my first-ever fanfic, so tell me what you think! :) (But be nice, please....) It's set in the school in Luxembourg where Brian and Stef went - they are supposed to be 15 or so in the story. So - try to enjoy! *g* A long way to go... "Watch the fuck out where you're going, will ya?" the tall blonde boy hissed as the smaller one almost ran into him. A silent and very bitter glance was the only response he got before the skinny dark-haired kid hurried away. "Geek," Devin, one of Stefan's friends, muttered as they looked after him. "Yeah, a real freak, that Molko-kid," Christian added, "fucked-up weirdo." Stefan looked confused. "Who's that?" "Oh, come on, Stef!" Devin laughed. "Brian Molko! He's in our class, the kid that's always the last in line in gym class because he sucks at everything he tries to do!" Stefans mouth widened with a grin. "Oh, the kid that tripped last time and fall flat onto his face?" His friends sniggered. "Yeah, that one." "Prick." Stefan shook his head. "So, what about team practice today, are you two coming? The match is only in six days..." "Hey, do we look like we need practice?" Christian faked a hurt expression. "You? You're the fucking worst basketball player the world's ever seen!" Stefan snapped back but couldn't suppress a laugh. "Except for that Molko-freak," Devin added, sending the small group into a loud fit of laughter. The boys' voices followed Brian as he hurried along the corridor. They hammered in his ears like thunder. He bit his lip and kept his head down so nobody would see how red his face had become. Of all people in this fucking school he had to run into half of the basketball team! Great. He sighed and tried not to imagine how they would pay him back for daring to interrupt one of their oh-so-important and clever conversations. 'Whoa, whoa, did you see me score?' Yeah. Really deep. Highly intellectual. Well, at least it rhymed... Pricks! He rushed down the stairs and outside the door, crossed the schoolyard and entered the building next to the gym hall. Glancing at his watch, he cursed. He was late! Again! He hated to let the others down, but he had totally forgotten about the extra meeting his drama club had decided to hold today. As he entered into the room, the others, of course, were already assembled, chairs forming a circle, and twenty-one faces turned to stare at him as he tried to sneak himself onto the single empty chair. "Sorry," he muttered, blushing again. "Brian, can't you ever be on time!" his teacher said angrily. "I said I was sorry," Brian repeated. To his luck, the others seemed to accept his apology and continued to discuss the play they were planning to do this year. Brian leaned back into his chair, listening as usual, avoiding to talk so that he wouldn't be made fun of. Things usually went better when he kept quiet - whenever he DID open his mouth it turned out to be rather large compared to the rest of his body, and more often than once it had gotten him into trouble for his snide remarks about the school's top dogs. Losers weren't supposed to feel superior, and all his classmates consented that Brian was a loser. Things were better in the drama club, the people here were far more open-minded and, what was even more important, he was the only member of his class that had decided to join. Still, better not to risk anything. The teacher's voice entered his thoughts. "Brian, what do you think about the role of Jason for you?" she asked. Brian frowned, quickly skimming through the pages of his copy of the play - an short and unknown play by an no-name-author. "Yeah," he then said quietly, trying not to show his surprise. It was one of the lead roles! Jason was the rejected lover of Cheryl who ended up killing himself closely before the end, well, so it wasn't a very happy part but gosh, it was HUGE! Brian tried to do a quick guess on how many lines Jason had but failed - it was a lot! "Uhm, are you sure Brian is... ready for this kind of assignment?" Michelle's voice rang through the room. Brian glared at her. Ah, yes, the star of the club who was doubtlessly playing Cheryl, the main role. Didn't want to be on stage with that 'Molko-freak'. "Well, why not?" the teacher answered. "He's been on the club for so long now and he never got to play a larger role." "Looks the part, too," Frank said. Then he blushed and added: "I mean, not like he's going to kill himself, but-" "Chill, Frank," Brian heard himself saying with a sneer, "Jason's a loser, I'm a loser, I fit the part, fine with me. As long as I get to get on stage." An uncomfortable silence emerged. "Well then," the teacher smiled with forced enthusiasm, "that's it for today then. Look at your parts, start to learn your lines and we'll all meet as usual on Wednesday." Brian almost hopped outside, beaming with happiness, his nose buried in the book. Finally! He'd thought that it'd never happen, but here he was, the newly-elected important actor! Oh, he was going to show them a really touching Jason, he was going to show them that there WAS some sort of talent in him after all! Maybe even his parents would be proud of him and stop getting on his nerves about his career and his bad maths grades. He grinned broadly. Brian Molko Superstar! "Whatcha grinning at, freak?" a voice boomed in front of him. Brian stopped dead and looked up from the play. Great. Christian, Devin and Michael, another member of the school's team, blocked his way, staring down from their basketball-players-size. "What d'ya have there, huh?" Michael grabbed the small book and let out a mean laugh. "A play! Oh! How cute! Molks is going to be an actor, a reeeeeal star!" "Give that back!" Brian said hoarsely. "Acting is gay, don't you know that, Molky?" Christian teased and grinned. "I mean, look at Hollywood, all the biggies are faggots, right?" "Trying to check whether you have a chance with me?" Brian heard himself answer and instantly froze with shock - had he just said that? Oh no! His mouth was going seperated from his brain again! Christian's face turned into a mask of rage. "Are you calling me a fucking faggot, nancy boy?" "Just give me that play back and leave me alone, will you?" Brian mumbled, trying to sneak out of it. Michael pretended to hand him the book, but pulled it away just before Brian could get hold of it and passed it to Christian. "Come get it, queer!" "Yeah, move you little prissy ass if you want it, some exercise won't hurt you!" Devin sneered. Brian made an attempt to get the book from Christian, but the tall boy just threw it over to Devin, far too high for Brian to catch. Furiously, he stared at the three boys who had now encircled him. "Listen, I really need to start practicing, so why don't you just -" "You just don't get it, do you, Molko?" Devin sighed. "You're not going to start practicing. You're not going to be in this play, and you know why?" The three boys joined in a mocking chant: "Cause you're a loser, a fucking little loser, a fucking little -" Brian hissed and threw himself at Devin who was caught by surprise, but managed to fling the book away to Stefan who was just approaching. The Swede caught the book and examined the scene with mild surprise. "What's going on here, and what the fuck is THIS?" He threw a glance at the book. "It's a BOOK! Nothing interesting for YOU!" Brian snapped. "It's a play, you know, something to READ!" "Listen, freak -" Christian started, but Stefan interrupted: "Aww, knock it off, Chris!" He threw the book back to Brian. "Here. Go bust your brains with this stuff if you want to, we got better things to do. Come on now, guys, I thought we were going to try to win the match! Practice! Shoo-shoo!" With that, he turned and strolled towards the gym hall. The three others moved after him, Christian brushing roughly against Brian's shoulder. "Freak!" When he was sure Christian couldn't hear him, Brian answered: "Half-witted sycophant!" Then he took a swift glance at his play, finding it slightly tattered but still with all the pages. He sighed with relief and walked into a quiet corner on the schoolyard to start to learn his lines. Prev | Next Home |