"Why are you doing the same homework twice?" Sam didn't mean to pry but Barty had just finished a worksheet, set it aside on the shared table by both used by the door and then sat down to do it again. And it made no sense. Which meant he was either redoing it or, more likely, helping someone cheat. Helping a certain someone cheat.
"Is it for you or for someone else? You know there are rules against that."
Sam debated if it was worth explaining but then turned back to his own homework, looking over the math problems and trying to refocus. Nope. Couldn't do it. "It's bad for you and the other person."
"I just really enjoyed it the first time around," Barty told him unconvincingly. He was deciding to use it as practice though, actually doing the worksheet all over again rather than copying from the version he had finished. It couldn't hurt, doing it twice, even if Sam seemed to be of a different opinion.
"It's good for him." He was certain of that. "He knows how to do it, he won't be writing it down. I'm just getting rid of the part where teachers would get annoying over it."
A simple and effective way to keep Giacomo's nose from bleeding as a teacher scolded him. He knew how to prevent such things by now.
"Don't you ever think that maybe your brother would be better off ... in another school?" Was there a polite way to say his weird brother was clearly mentally unwell and a complete idiot and probably needed to go to a special needs school. He knew that the family threw so much at the school to keep the boy here but he felt it was just unfair and ridiculous. "I mean, you can't know that he knows how to do it. He's never done it!"
He's been in class with Giac before, the boy just stared off at nothing and never answered a question or did a worksheet. He was just a empty vessel who could sometimes play the violin. And that was it.
He shook his head, clearly disapproving. "I think it's wrong to do that. You're not helping him."
"Why wouldn't I be able to know that he knows how to do it? He'd let me know if he didn't get it." Seemed pretty straight-forward to him. He knew, of course, that his brother appeared to be an idiot to just about everyone other than him, but that didn't mean he was going to agree with that point of view. "There's plenty of things you can know how to do without ever doing it."
He had a feeling that Giacomo would be good at language. Was good at languages, really, he just didn't use them yet.
"You can't know, he can't -- it's not-- I don't want to be rude but I just think that if you're doing his work for him, he probably shouldn't be in the same class. He's not keeping up, is he?" Sam tried his best to be gentle but, as always, he sort of blundered into the right point from the wrong angle entirely. "I'm sure it's not his fault but I really do think he should be in a better program for his ... his level."
Which was nothing. He had no level. He just had vacant, creepy eyes.
"You can't just learn by listening. You have to practise!"
"Can't relax?" Seemed like a reasonable question. it was past lights out, they were supposed to be asleep - and Sam liked to keep to those rules - and instead Sam had been tossing and turning and, at one point, kind of almost humping for the past twenty minutes. Barty was lying with his back to him, reading on the phone. However, now he had rolled onto his other side, watching his roommate.
He wondered what had him so riled up. "What's up?"
Sometimes the direct approach was easiest. It wasn't that dark in their room, the curtains barely covered the window properly and there was some light coming in from the hallway too. Easy enough to make out Sam in the semi-dark. Hair sticking up from how much he'd been moving in bed, looking pent up. Nothing too unusual.
"Just -- my shoulder hurts so I can't sleep on the usual side." Sam huffed in an attempt to cover up his current situation. His shoulder did hurt but that was irrelevant, that was not the issue. He had dozed off for about fifteen minutes, must have had one hell of a doze and woke up with a boner so fucking unrelenting that he was here, half an hour post-dream, still straining in his sleep shorts.
He had tried his back, swiftly stopped because of unpleasant tenting that happened, turned onto his side and had no relief and God, lying on his front had been a mistake. He jostled, rubbed and nearly whined out with how horny he was.
Where the hell had this come from? He looked over at Barty and tried to make sure he wasn't showing a thing. "It's fine, go to sleep." God, he wanted to go to sleep. He rolled over again, accidentally brushing his dick onto the mattress and hissed. Fuck.
"It's, what, ten thirty? We don't all have grandma's sleep patterns." Barty didn't think he'd ever slept before midnight. He frowned when he heard Sam hiss and got up, abandoning his phone on his mattress and making his way over to Sam's bed. "Let me have a look at your shoulder. Maybe you need it massaged."
That could help with pain sometimes, he'd done it for Giacomo before. He reached for Sam's shoulder, careful not to startle or hurt him. "I've done it before. Let me feel it, maybe it's not quite in the joint or something. Then you need the nurse."
"No, it's fine! I'm just tense, it's tension." Sam reacted on instinct but Barty's hand was there and if he rolled over, it was going to be really fucking obvious so he tried to curl into himself and protect his shame from Barty's eyes. "Barty, don't-- it's okay, it's in. It's normal." He was always tense, he felt like a rock to touch and he always had shoulder, neck and jaw pain. It was the hazard of being Sam.
The hands on him did not help and Sam closed his eyes tight and tried to bat Barty away because it was not helping it shrink down at all, it was making in worse. He keened into the pillow and shook his head. "Go to bed, I'll shower in a sec, just -- no."
"It's not funny, who has it?" Sam asked the communal room at large, stressed and annoyed because someone had taken his badge. He knew who probably had it, the same group of boys that were pissed at him for dobbing them in last week but he still address everyone he could because he was determined to find someone who would crack and give it up.
He was not exactly mister popular but that didn't warrant people taking his things. "Whoever has my badge, return it. I need that."
He couldn't rent books, he couldn't get access to the internet on the school computers, he couldn't access his loaded lunch budget and, worst of all, he couldn't use the phones. He had poor signal on his phone and he always called his mum on Fridays. Not being able to was terrible.
"Maybe it's up your arse!"
"Oi! Seriously, give it." Sam insisted, not relenting to taunts.
Barty closed the book he was reading, keeping a finger between the pages. He stayed seated but looked around, already assuming he could guess who the guilty party here was. Looking at their highly amused faces now made him more certain of it. Not that he thought any of them were about to crack, contrary to what Sam was apparently expecting. If anything, seeing Sam so clearly annoyed was probably just stoking the flames.
He leaned forward, trying to catch Sam's eyes, hoping he could just persuade him to let this go. "Maybe you just misplaced it, Sam."
"No, someone took it and it's not funny. Come on, give it up." He looked at the boys but they were busy sniggering at him. He approached them despite Barty's attempts at persuasion. "I will tell the head master."
That also got a lot of giggles. "Fucking hell, Tyler. Grow a pair."
"This isn't a game. That's personal property. You don't take personal property." So why was no one just giving in and handing it back? What were people doing? He couldn't talk to the head master until Monday and he was supposed to call his mom tonight. "I have to make a call."
Oh, damn. Talking about going to a higher authority and beginning with the legal terminology, all the signs were pointing towards Sam not letting this go. Had to be something at stake then, other than just the principle of the thing. Unfortunately, that meant that Sam was beginning to sound like he might be about to cry and there was nothing that would spur those idiots on quite as much as that.
Barty opened his book again, frowning as he tried to continue reading. Maybe he could simply sort it for Sam. He just needed Sam to leave so he could actually take care of things.
There was a tap to Barty's back and Giac was there, looking at his brother. He tugged his shirt three times - a sign they had developed for 'urgent so follow me'. They had a whole language without language and even without spoken language, Giac had always played with how he expressed himself and tested Barty's memory on their vocab.
Giac started walking towards the playground, hands in his pockets, not excited to go back outside. It was a grim day. He hated rain and darkness, he was more of a summer boy.
Barty went with Giac without speaking, since there didn't really seem much point. He'd see what his brother wanted him to see when they got there, no point in questioning him before then. Still, when they headed outside he unzipped his jacket and handed it to Giac. "Put that on and pull the hood up. You can't be getting a cold again."
Sure, he also didn't want to get wet himself, but he was at least not quite as fragile as Giacomo was and he had protective instincts over his brother, for very good reason.
He looked around when Giac stopped walking, confused at first. Then he spotted him, strung to the goal posts. "Sam?" Oh no. "Who did that?" He started walking towards his roommate. "Thanks for letting me know."
Giacomo pulled the coat on and zipped it up reluctantly. He hated winter wear and winter in general, he was very resistant to coats and hats. He always refused. Though he did often end up sick with half a dozen things during this season, he never seemed to care enough to want to bundle up over it.
As they got closer, it was hard to miss Sam. He was duct-taped to the goal post, right in the centre, completely and utterly stuck.
Giacomo grabbed his brother and shook his head then smiled, nodding towards the football instead. Goal?
"You utter prat. Yeah, sure. See if you can hit him." Rolling his eyes at his brother but figuring he probably deserved to take out some frustration on Sam, Barty left him to show off his mediocre soccer skills. Between constant sickness and obvious lack of ability to play in a team, Giacomo wasn't exactly the sporty type.
He kept walking up to Sam, stopping next to him curiously and placing a hand on his hip. He tried feeling his skin, to get an idea for how long he'd been out here. "Are you going to tell me who did this?"
"Evening," Barty greeted the men hanging out outside the caravan and he briefly glanced at the young boy who was huddled by one end of it, wrapped in a blanket and writing something. Holden doing his homework, Barty assumed. He left him to it and simply entered the caravan, already pulling his backpack off his back and holding it up.
"I brought the books you wanted." There, he was holding up his part of the arrangement they had. The friendship, he supposed. "I can't stay that long, we've got dinner in two hours or so."
"Cheers." Jon took the books from Barty and immediately went into his room. He always did, he had to protect them from idiots so any time Barty gave him books, they went right in the safe in his room. "You can't stay for long? Shame! We just got a good gin in cause of the older ones turned 50. Mickey, good bloke and all, we all chipped in."
Jon came back around to where Barty was standing and smiled. "Ah well, no harm. Next time. You still coming to the party next week? You and your brother, right?" They missed the last one so he wasn't entirely sure.
"Aye. Giac is looking forward to it. I think he thinks he's going to finally get somewhere with one of the girls. Who knows, he is good-looking enough." He smiled, mostly remembering the way Sam stared at him in amused disappointment every single time he joked about that. Ah, Sam. Never boring around him. Which reminded him, as he found himself a place to sit down.
"Safe the good gin for the weekend, Jon. I'm brining my roommate too, Sam. He's a good boy, I want to show him how much fun it can be to break the rules sometimes." He wasn't sure whether Sam would agree, but he liked that he had the power to talk him into it at least. "I like him."
"Is he the one that melted down over the sweet in his bed?" Jon asked as he lit himself up a cigarette and purposefully blew his smoke away from Barty. He wasn't a big fan of smoke and he was a posh lad, Jon liked to be a bit careful around him. He was a good one, he wasn't going to chase him off. "The more the merrier. I'm gonna make a can from your Giac so more should be there to see it."
He kept telling Barty that he would crack Giacomo and get him to talk one day but so far, it was mostly just a game. Though he did think their Anna would finally get him good this time. "You like him, eh? As a mate or ..."
"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked for the fifth time as they walked off school property and down the hill behind it, going into the patch of trees that bordered the school and the travellers park. He didn't know if he wanted to do this but Barty seemed eager for him to not wuss out of his plans and he didn't want Barty to start thinking less of him.
Sam wondered if it was smart, the three of him just going off school like this - did they even have everything they needed. Sam had his wallet, ID and phone just in case and he sincerely hope Giac had an EpiPen. Best to be safe and ready. "I dunno if it's our smartest move."
"You hear the music, Sam? That's live. Can't get that anywhere else around here, can you?" Especially not featuring that much violin. No wonder Giacomo liked going there, even setting aside the pretty girls for him to stare at. That violin was fiery and even as they just walked closer, he was fairly sure he could already hear Edward's very distinctive voice. Sounded like Jonathan was playing the fiddle too, he recognised it by now.
Barty wrapped an arm around Sam, pulling him close. "It'll be fun. Let go a little, darling. Who knows, you might even end up enjoying yourself."
"I'm just saying, it's a little dangerous. You don't know what's going to--" He wanted to finish but Giacomo was already playing loudly over himself, his violin in place as he walked ahead of them towards the music so he could play with the travellers. He loved it here, Giacomo clearly saw it as a place he felt comfortable.
Sam left the bushes and looked at sight before him. The fire was giant, caravans and trailers surrounded it and the music was loud and honestly, quite nice. People were drinking and smoking, kids were running around and Sam had no idea what to do with himself. "I'm just saying, what if the police come...?"
"If the police come then we make a run for it. The last people that will get in trouble around here are the three non-travellers." Seemed like a fairly obviously low stake scenario to him, but he understood why Sam didn't agree with that. "I promise it will be fine. I never get into trouble, do I? I'm better than that."
He leaned in to kiss the side of Sam's neck and walked a few more steps until they reached the edge of the festivities. They were mid-song, so he didn't intend to bother Edward or Jonathan, so he simply explained to Sam. "The one with the fiddle, he's Jonathan O'Shea. He's going to be the leader of this troupe one day. Kind of almost already is."
It was a bit confusing. "And the singer is Edward. He lives in Dublin, but he comes here all the time. He likes to have fun." Rather obviously so.
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"Is it for you or for someone else? You know there are rules against that."
Sam debated if it was worth explaining but then turned back to his own homework, looking over the math problems and trying to refocus. Nope. Couldn't do it. "It's bad for you and the other person."
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"It's good for him." He was certain of that. "He knows how to do it, he won't be writing it down. I'm just getting rid of the part where teachers would get annoying over it."
A simple and effective way to keep Giacomo's nose from bleeding as a teacher scolded him. He knew how to prevent such things by now.
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He's been in class with Giac before, the boy just stared off at nothing and never answered a question or did a worksheet. He was just a empty vessel who could sometimes play the violin. And that was it.
He shook his head, clearly disapproving. "I think it's wrong to do that. You're not helping him."
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He had a feeling that Giacomo would be good at language. Was good at languages, really, he just didn't use them yet.
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Which was nothing. He had no level. He just had vacant, creepy eyes.
"You can't just learn by listening. You have to practise!"
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He wondered what had him so riled up. "What's up?"
Sometimes the direct approach was easiest. It wasn't that dark in their room, the curtains barely covered the window properly and there was some light coming in from the hallway too. Easy enough to make out Sam in the semi-dark. Hair sticking up from how much he'd been moving in bed, looking pent up. Nothing too unusual.
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He had tried his back, swiftly stopped because of unpleasant tenting that happened, turned onto his side and had no relief and God, lying on his front had been a mistake. He jostled, rubbed and nearly whined out with how horny he was.
Where the hell had this come from? He looked over at Barty and tried to make sure he wasn't showing a thing. "It's fine, go to sleep." God, he wanted to go to sleep. He rolled over again, accidentally brushing his dick onto the mattress and hissed. Fuck.
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That could help with pain sometimes, he'd done it for Giacomo before. He reached for Sam's shoulder, careful not to startle or hurt him. "I've done it before. Let me feel it, maybe it's not quite in the joint or something. Then you need the nurse."
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The hands on him did not help and Sam closed his eyes tight and tried to bat Barty away because it was not helping it shrink down at all, it was making in worse. He keened into the pillow and shook his head. "Go to bed, I'll shower in a sec, just -- no."
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He was not exactly mister popular but that didn't warrant people taking his things. "Whoever has my badge, return it. I need that."
He couldn't rent books, he couldn't get access to the internet on the school computers, he couldn't access his loaded lunch budget and, worst of all, he couldn't use the phones. He had poor signal on his phone and he always called his mum on Fridays. Not being able to was terrible.
"Maybe it's up your arse!"
"Oi! Seriously, give it." Sam insisted, not relenting to taunts.
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He leaned forward, trying to catch Sam's eyes, hoping he could just persuade him to let this go. "Maybe you just misplaced it, Sam."
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That also got a lot of giggles. "Fucking hell, Tyler. Grow a pair."
"This isn't a game. That's personal property. You don't take personal property." So why was no one just giving in and handing it back? What were people doing? He couldn't talk to the head master until Monday and he was supposed to call his mom tonight. "I have to make a call."
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Barty opened his book again, frowning as he tried to continue reading. Maybe he could simply sort it for Sam. He just needed Sam to leave so he could actually take care of things.
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Giac started walking towards the playground, hands in his pockets, not excited to go back outside. It was a grim day. He hated rain and darkness, he was more of a summer boy.
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Sure, he also didn't want to get wet himself, but he was at least not quite as fragile as Giacomo was and he had protective instincts over his brother, for very good reason.
He looked around when Giac stopped walking, confused at first. Then he spotted him, strung to the goal posts. "Sam?" Oh no. "Who did that?" He started walking towards his roommate. "Thanks for letting me know."
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As they got closer, it was hard to miss Sam. He was duct-taped to the goal post, right in the centre, completely and utterly stuck.
Giacomo grabbed his brother and shook his head then smiled, nodding towards the football instead. Goal?
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He kept walking up to Sam, stopping next to him curiously and placing a hand on his hip. He tried feeling his skin, to get an idea for how long he'd been out here. "Are you going to tell me who did this?"
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"I brought the books you wanted." There, he was holding up his part of the arrangement they had. The friendship, he supposed. "I can't stay that long, we've got dinner in two hours or so."
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Jon came back around to where Barty was standing and smiled. "Ah well, no harm. Next time. You still coming to the party next week? You and your brother, right?" They missed the last one so he wasn't entirely sure.
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"Safe the good gin for the weekend, Jon. I'm brining my roommate too, Sam. He's a good boy, I want to show him how much fun it can be to break the rules sometimes." He wasn't sure whether Sam would agree, but he liked that he had the power to talk him into it at least. "I like him."
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He kept telling Barty that he would crack Giacomo and get him to talk one day but so far, it was mostly just a game. Though he did think their Anna would finally get him good this time. "You like him, eh? As a mate or ..."
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Sam wondered if it was smart, the three of him just going off school like this - did they even have everything they needed. Sam had his wallet, ID and phone just in case and he sincerely hope Giac had an EpiPen. Best to be safe and ready. "I dunno if it's our smartest move."
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Barty wrapped an arm around Sam, pulling him close. "It'll be fun. Let go a little, darling. Who knows, you might even end up enjoying yourself."
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Sam left the bushes and looked at sight before him. The fire was giant, caravans and trailers surrounded it and the music was loud and honestly, quite nice. People were drinking and smoking, kids were running around and Sam had no idea what to do with himself. "I'm just saying, what if the police come...?"
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He leaned in to kiss the side of Sam's neck and walked a few more steps until they reached the edge of the festivities. They were mid-song, so he didn't intend to bother Edward or Jonathan, so he simply explained to Sam. "The one with the fiddle, he's Jonathan O'Shea. He's going to be the leader of this troupe one day. Kind of almost already is."
It was a bit confusing. "And the singer is Edward. He lives in Dublin, but he comes here all the time. He likes to have fun." Rather obviously so.
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