Late Night Escapade {Klaustopher}

[Nicolette]

Midnight.

Too pissed at Final Fantasy XV to play video games, but too awake to fall asleep anytime soon. Nothing was on television this late at night on a Tuesday. The apartment had already been cleaned beyond clean. So, that only left the option of leaving the apartment until sleep became a necessity.

Jacket, check. Keys, check. Cell phone, check. Cigarettes, check. Lighter, check.

Christopher Parker mused at whether any place would be open so late at night as he made his way out into the cool evening. He'd lived in England, Canada, and Northern United States to know that even Spring evenings could be cold and while it wasn't anything compared to some of the snow storms he used to get caught up in, it was still pretty chilly.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips as he brought his lighter from his pocket to light it up. That first drag felt so nice and he shut his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. He let the smoke out slowly and dropped his lighter into his pocket before bringing his free hand up to run through his bangs.

He was dressed simply in a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a jacket, his hair pulled back in the simple low ponytail he kept it in. He dropped his hand from his hair to his pocket to lightly touch his wallet. He was twenty-four years old, but still confused for a student, so he had his identification card on him to confirm the fact that he was a legal adult who could wander around whenever he damn well pleased.

He glanced up the path outside, the path that led up to the school, and briefly wondered what Klaus Leighton was up to. He shook the thoughts away, though. Klaus was most likely asleep in his bed, considering it was a school night and he had class in the morning. Hell, Christopher should be in bed since he had class to teach the next day, but his addiction to energy drinks was becoming a bit of a problem because they kept him up til ridiculous hours, even if he had somewhere to be in the early morning.

He made his way toward town and noted the lack of lights. He let out a humorless laugh as he wandered off to Scion Park, idly smoking his cigarette. The park was silent with the night, which was kind of creepy, but the teacher really could care less. He just dared someone to creep out from the shadows. He'd kick their ass. He may not do much physical activity, but he did know how to fight, and he fought dirty.

The lake wasn't that far, and so he made his way over to it, plopping down on a bench near it as he stared at the still water and the reflection of the moon off the mirror-like water.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and let out a smoke-filled sigh. "Fuck the world..." He muttered, glaring at the water. "Fucking days pass like fucking hours, and I only get fucking older. And where the fuck is my life going? No fucking where. I'll spend the rest of my fucking life teaching and these fucking kids will never give a fucking shit about it..." He picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it up and down in his hand, taking a harsh drag of his cigarette, speaking as he blew out the smoke.

"'Who needs history?'" He asked in a mocking voice, as if imitating a student. "'It's not like we'll ever use this stuff when we're older.' Well, you know what, fuckers? I'm fucking sick and tired of being viewed as the bottom of the fucking teaching food chain."

He gripped the rock in his hand for a moment, clenching his fist. "Hell, I'm pretty fucking pathetic. I live on a fucking island full of children... The only of-age company I have thinks I act like a fucking child, and the students view me as a fucking adult. Stuck in the fucking middle, all fucking alone..."

He stood up from the bench, waving his arms at the lake in a violent manner. "You hear that?! I'm fucking tired of being disrespected and being alone!" He threw the rock at the water, disturbing the perfect stillness.

And with that, he fell back down to sit on the bench, letting out a sigh as he finished off his cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it to make sure it was put out.

"Fuck my life."

[Kuu]

Klaus Leighton suffered from insomnia occasionally, so the boy would end up laying in bed late at night when he had no work to finish. The bad thing was, was that Klaus hated not having anything to do, so on nights like these he tended to re-read chapters of textbooks and go over his notes. He would even highlight important key words in different colors depending on what they were if he really couldn't sleep. He knew he couldn't practice his singing or his violin or viola when he had these occasional bouts because the school itself was closed and he lived in a dormitory with other people in it so that was out of the question.

However, tonight, Klaus would take a different route. He really, really didn't want to study or do any work, for god's sake the kid was sixteen years old! He needed to have freedom and time to do what he wanted, not what was expected of a hardworking student, and not just a student but a student council member who was called a "prodigy" (Klaus snickered at the thought) by his oh-so-loving parents.

So many thoughts were jumbling up in Klaus's head, and he needed to get out and move around. However, they kind of had a curfew, didn't they? Klaus forgot, but at the moment he didn't really care.

He'd go out around town to blow off some steam.

Thankfully, Klaus was already dressed in a white shirt with jeans, so all he needed to do was put on his beloved jacket and hat as well as put his cellphone in his pocket so he could figure out what time it was.

Being as careful as possible as to not wake anyone, Klaus started to make his way out of the dorm. Good thing Klaus wasn't one of those heavy guys or the kind who couldn't be quiet for the life of them. Finally making his way out of the dorm, Klaus breathed in the wonderful fresh air and started to make his way further out until he wasn't on campus anymore. The night was kind of chilly, but Klaus always liked weather like this. It was calming and let him think things through...and since no one in their proper mind spent time outside at this time of night, there was no pointless chattering to ruin his thoughts.

Mother and father, Siobhan and Jacob...he was constantly worrying about his younger siblings too much for his own good, but he couldn't help but wonder if their parents were treating them...eh, well. He at least hoped that neither of them were crying at all and that all was well as they said so in their e-mails. Hell, were his parents even home? They could have been on another one of their trips to another country or some shit like that so that they could play and sing in an absolutely breathtaking way and the more Klaus thought about it, the more likely that was.

They were horrible fucking parents, why did they even keep the three of them? It wasn't like Felicia and Alexander loved any of them!

Klaus gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to rid those thoughts from his mind but thankfully a voice took him from his thoughts.

A voice he knew pretty well, after being stuck in a classroom for months on end with it.

Christopher Parker...?

Out of curiosity, Klaus carefully walked closer to the source of the voice and barely managed to make out the silhouette. Klaus was standing a safe distance away from the man (who sounded angry), and he spoke slowly.

"Christopher...?" He said the man's name slowly, not too sure if it was him. What was he doing out this late? Not like Klaus was one to say anything about that.

[Nicolette]

Christopher had been too into his monologue to himself that he hadn't even noticed that he had company. The moment he heard a voice, he stood up from the bench and turned around, reaching into his pocket to pull out his lighter.

"I have fire and I'm not afraid to-....Klaus?" When he recognized the thin figure and the hat atop his head, Christopher let out a sigh and straightened his stance, dropping his lighter back in his pocket and bringing a hand to run through his hair. "Shit, kid, you fucking scared me..."

Then he paused and looked up sheepishly. "Pardon the language..." He apologized.

[Kuu]

Klaus stepped back some more when Christopher took out the lighter, thanking god he was smart enough to not be so close. He kinda didn't burns, after all.

"Eh, it's fine," Klaus replied, cracking a small smile. "But what're you doing out here? I didn't expect to see anyone, least of all you, here," well, okay, Klaus might have expected some weirdos (like himself) to be outside at this time of night, but not Christopher!

[Nicolette]

Christopher moved to sit back down on the bench, letting out a sigh as he looked back out at the lake, which had moved back to being still once the rock had sunk to the bottom.

"Got stuck in Final Fantasy XV, couldn't get to sleep, the apartment was clean, nothing on television, so I decided to get some fresh air... And yell at things that can't really hear me." He let out another humorless chuckle and shut his eyes, leaning back against the bench.

He then cracked one eye open and looked over at the boy. "But I'm allowed to be out whenever I damn well please... What about you? What're you doing out past cerfew? You're lucky I'm not a total douchebag and that I like you or I'd be dragging your happy ass back to the school."

[Kuu]

Was something else bothering Christopher? Klaus didn't hear all of his yelling, the only thing he heard clearly was "Fuck my life." Everything else he didn't hear clearly at all, just a few random words.

Apparently Christopher liked the word "fuck."

Klaus let out a small laugh at his comment about dragging him back to school, and Klaus went over to take a seat next to Christopher as he spoke. "I couldn't sleep is all. Had to get out to think a little," the boy looked over at his teacher, and he asked, with a concerned voice, "is something else bothering you? I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I kinda heard some of your yelling."

[Nicolette]

Christopher winced a little to note that Klaus had heard his yelling. He gave a shrug at the question, keeping his eyes locked on the water as best he could.

"Just... kinda pissed off at life in general at the moment." He said with a shrug. Which was true. Life was being a cruel mistress that was horrible in bed. But unfortunately, he couldn't tell his life "Things aren't working out" and never see it again. It sucked...

"Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about." He smiled weakly at the boy.

[Kuu]

Klaus wasn't one to accept "I'm not telling you" for an answer, especially when it was obvious that something was bothering someone he cared for, and Klaus kind of considered Christopher a friend.

"Well, if you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears," Klaus replied, leaning back into the bench as he looked up at the night sky.

[Nicolette]

Christopher glanced over at Klaus for a moment before giving a shrug and looking forward again at the pond/lake. What was there to tell? He was living on an island full of teenagers who thought he was an old idiot who taught a useless subject. The adults of the island thought he acted like a kid.

"I... dunno, really..." He said with another shrug. "I mean... Put yourself in my shoes. You're twenty-four years old. You live on an island that is prodominantly made up of teenagers. You teach a subject at school that no one cares about. Your colleagues and you don't really get along well because you supposedly act 'too young'." He paused and sighed. "Fuck it... It isn't worth complaining about..."

[Kuu]

Klaus thought about it, and tried to imagine himself in Christopher's shoes to get a better idea of what to say. He couldn't think of anything to say to cheer the teacher up, so the best he could do was speak his own opinions on it all.

"Sorry my opinion is pretty useless, but you really should try to not give a shit about what your colleagues think. If they don't like you, screw them," Klaus said, though he was pretty sure Christopher heard this whole speech before. "Yeah, I know, it's hard not to care what other people think. But things'll get better, least that's what I always tell myself when something's bothering me." Klaus knew he probably wasn't making much sense, but he didn't really know what to say and was just saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Probably didn't help at all, haha. I was just rambling there," Klaus said, his gaze still up at the sky. Were Siobhan and Jacob looking up at this sky, too?

[Nicolette]

Christopher sat back against the bench, keeping his eyes on the water rather than the sky. He seriously could care less what his colleagues thought, but he was just so tired of being alone. Sure, he had Rebecca, but she was family. She couldn't give him what he desired...

He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. "Yeah, well, I'm just sick of being alone in this godforsaken world." He muttered before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting up the end.

[Kuu]

That struck something Klaus. He didn't know what it was, probably it was that for the longest time Klaus had been alone and now, the only people he truly had were his siblings. Looking back at Christopher, Klaus ignored the fact that he was lighting a cigarette.

"You have Rebecca, you have your family," he muttered in a soft voice, before adding with uncertainty, "And...you have me? Even if that probably doesn't mean anything," Klaus didn't really know what he was saying, but he did like to think that the two of them were at least friends, even if they didn't know each other too well.

[Nicolette]

Christopher let out a humorless bark of a laugh at the mention of Rebecca and his family. However, he glanced at the boy next to him and brought his free hand up to gently brush the back of his fingers across Klaus's cheek bone, his other hand holding his cigarette away from the boy.

"Yeah... I guess I at least have you." He smiled a bit before looking forward at the water again. "But don't force yourself. I'm... not really all that special."

[Kuu]

"Forcing myself? I'm not forcing myself at all," Klaus said, bringing one hand to touch Christopher's cheek so that he was looking at him. "I think you're one of the best people I've meet, which is saying something, because I don't normally like others," blah, he was being needlessly corny right now. Klaus was going to have to wash his mouth out with soap later to get the cheese from the words out.

[Nicolette]

Christopher looked at the boy, shivering lightly at the boy's touch on his cheek, before he reached his hand up to take the warm hand against his cheek. He brought it to his lips, softly kissing the thin fingers before he moved to wrap his arms around the boy's shoulders and pull him flush up next to him.

He relaxed against the bench again, holding Klaus next to him while turning his head away in order to take a drag of his cigarette. Once he blew out the smoke, he turned his head back to press his lips to the boy's hair.

"You're... interesting, but sweet." He muttered softly. Yeah, Christopher was being forward again... But it didn't matter to him. Just so long as Klaus didn't sock him for it. Or call him a pedophile.