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*AU where the beta and alpha kids go to the same high school*

Dirk sighed as he laid draped across his couch. His boyfriend, Jake, was supposed to be over any moment now. They were in their senior year of high school, and they were going to celebrate not going to prom by watching movies and eating tubs of ice cream together. It was going to be a perfect night.

A call on his iPhone disrupted his thoughts. He groaned and sat up, grabbing the phone from atop his coffee table. Pressing the green talk button on the screen, he put it up to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked, tired. He was tired of Jake not being there. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and just never let him go.

"Yes, is this Dirk Strider?" A woman's voice broke through. Dirk recognised this voice as Jake's grandmother. She was the one who took care of him, as his parents were...well let's just say they were out of the picture.

"Uh, yeah. Is something wrong?" He asked. A sniffing sound came from the phone, and there was silence for a moment.

"There's been an accident." The woman told him. His heart sped up, but he didn't say anything. "I-It's Jake...he...was in an accident...at the road near the school..." Dirk threw his phone down and, slipping his shoes on, ran out of the door.

Right beside the school, there were police cars and an ambulance. Dirk slowed down to a jogging speed when he saw the long black hair of Jake's grandmother. He jogged up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and he saw tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Where's Jake?" Dirk asked. Jake's grandmother couldn't talk, but pointed a shaky finger towards the middle of the commotion.

Pushing past all of the people who had crowded around the scene, Dirk got to where he could see the accident. Two cars were both flipped over completely. A man and his wife were out talking to the police with tears in their eyes. The other car was surrounded by people trying to get the person under it free.

"It's such a shame," a voice beside him said. He looked over to see a young man, about the age of 20 or so, with dull eyes staring at the accident.

"Do you know what happened here?" Dirk asked him. His heart was beating quickly, and he was losing his breath. Where was Jake? Was he okay?

"I don't know much. The couple over there," he pointed to the man and his wife. "Hit into the young boy here. Killed him upon impact. Or at least that's what I've been hearing from the police. They're trying to get his body free from the car now." He explained. Dirk's mind was racing. Where the HELL was Jake?

"We've got the body!" One of the people backed away from the car. The others soon followed and let the ambulance workers in to it. Dirk stretched his neck up to get a glimpse at the body. At the sight of it, his heart seemed to skip a beat and his breath caught in his throat. It...it was Jake.

He pushed past the small crowd of people around the body, even the ambulance workers. They yelled at him to get away, to which he spit at them.

"This is my boyfriend! Get the hell away!" He screamed. They at least listened to him, and he fell the ground, resting Jake's head on his knees gently.

Time seemed to stop for Dirk. Jake looked awful. His legs were completely smashed and bloody. They were bent in awkward angles, and Dirk had to look away from a moment. His jeans were tattered and ripped in a few places. His shirt...he was wearing one of Dirk's shirts. It was one that he had borrowed from Dirk a few weeks ago. It had changed from a pure white color to bright red. You couldn't even see the design on it anymore.

But the worst part was Jake's face. His eyes were wide open in shock, and his mouth was slightly open. Blood poured from out of his mouth onto Dirk's lap and then onto the ground. His skin was pale white, despite being in the sun so often. His eyes...they weren't the vibrant color they usually were. No, they were dull, almost as if someone had decided to put a gray color in them.

His hair was ruffled up, like he and Dirk just got through with wrestling. Dirk held his breath and stayed still as he waited to see if Jake was breathing. Nothing. Not a breath in nor out.

A tear slipped down Dirk's cheek and he quickly wiped it away. He was in shock. This wasn't Jake, was it? It couldn't be. They had the wrong person. Jake was probably at his house wondering where he went.

"Son, we really need to be getting him out of here. It's causing too much of a disturbance." One of the men told him. Dirk looked up at him and almost snarled.

"Could you tell us his name please?" A woman asked him softly, holding a clipboard in her hand.

"Jake English," Dirk told her. She quickly wrote it down and turned away from him. Dirk placed his hand on Jake's cheek, and quickly recoiled. It was ice cold. But what was he expecting?

"Dirk sweetie," there was Jake's grandmother again. He looked up at her with dull eyes. Well, not like she could see them or anything. "Come on, they'll get Jakey all cleaned up and ready for his viewing in a few days." She rested her hand on his shoulder. He looked back down at Jake, then back up at her.

"I don't want to leave him," Dirk told her. She nodded and leaned down.

"Come on sweetie, you can stay at our house tonight. I don't think you want to be alone right now." She told him softly. He allowed her to pull him up, and he made sure Jake's body was safely put into a black bag, then put into the ambulance. It rushed away within moments.

Jake's grandmother got into her car, and Dirk got in the passenger seat. He rested his head back on the seat and closed his eyes as she started the car up and they began to speed away from the scene.

Within about 10 minutes, they pulled into Jake's driveway. Dirk got out of the car and slammed the door shut. No tears but the one fell down. His heart thumped dully in his chest. He couldn't seem to take a deep breath.

Jake's grandmother let him into the house. She pointed to the stairs which led to Jake's room.

"If you want, you can stay in there for the night." She told him softly. "If you find anything you want to keep, go ahead and take it. Would you like a bag?" Regardless of his answer, she gave him a white Kroger bag and patted his back. He gave her a small smile and walked up the steps.

He half-expected Jake to be sitting on his bed when he opened the door. Jake would jump up and fling his arms around Dirk and bury his head in his chest, mumbling a "I missed you" and "I'm happy you're here." But there was no one in the room when he opened the door.

Half-dazed, he walked over to Jake's bed and sat down on it. He looked around at the room. He had only been in here a few times when they were alone. Mostly, Jake would just go over to his house since he was always by himself. Dave, his cousin, could care less about checking up on him. His brother was dead, so were his parents.

He looked beside the bed and saw a picture sitting on the dresser. It was of him and Jake on their 3rd year anniversary, which was on the 4th of July. This picture was taken last year. Jake had a red, white, and blue party hat on and a wide smile on his face while Dirk had his glasses off, showing off his vibrant colored eyes, and an identical hat on with a small smile. He had his shoulder draped around Jake's small shoulders, and Rose and Dave were in the background talking to John. Fireworks were in the sky, lighting up in an array of colors.

Dirk stuffed the picture into the bag, looking around for anything else. Within minutes, he found things like a few pairs of Jake's shirts, one of his guns, and a few more pictures.

"Dammit Jake," Dirk said, laying down on the bed. "Why'd you leave me?" He asked.

As he sat back up, it finally hit him. Jake was dead. He'd never hold the small British boy in his arms again. He'd never wrestle with him again, or watch any horrible movies with him again. He was gone.

Dirk allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks. He tore his shades off and sat them beside the bag. His chest began to hurt, and his throat began to clog up. His brought his hands up to his eyes and began wiping away the tears, but more just replaced them.

He wanted to hold Jake his arms again. He wanted to feel the warmth the boy put off. He wanted to kiss him and just cuddle with him all night. He didn't want to be alone without his love.

So he just sat there, wishing...no begging for Jake to come back. Or for him to wake up and it all be a dream.

Jake stood at the doorway, watching Dirk practically beat himself up. Oh, how he wished to just crawl into his lap and kiss his tears away. To tell him it'd be alright, and that he would never be alone.

He reached out to touch Dirk's shoulder, and it went through his body. Jake flinched and recoiled his hand. Dirk shivered as a cold shock went through his body. Jake pouted, and sat beside Dirk on the bed.

"Dirk, can't you hear me?" Jake asked. No response. He sighed and rested his head on Dirk's shoulder. It stayed for a moment before he fell through Dirk's body.

"What the hell? Did the air conditioner turn on or something?" Dirk asked and looked around.

"Sorry," Jake muttered. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Dirk spoke up.

"I feel this kind of thickness in the air," he said just above a whisper.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jake asked. Dirk looked over and almost seemed to look Jake in the eyes, but shook his head and looked forward again.

"Jake, if you're here, I need to get something off my chest." Dirk took a deep breath. "I miss you so much already. I miss holding you in my arms and us just being together. I miss your smile, your accent, your personality, I miss everything about you." A few more tears fell down. Jake smiled and hugged Dirk the best he could without getting Dirk cold.

"I love you Jake," Dirk whispered.

"I love you too Dirk."

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*AU where the beta and alpha kids go to the same high school*

Dirk sighed as he laid draped across his couch. His boyfriend, Jake, was supposed to be over any moment now. They were in their senior year of high school, and they were going to celebrate not going to prom by watching movies and eating tubs of ice cream together. It was going to be a perfect night.

A call on his iPhone disrupted his thoughts. He groaned and sat up, grabbing the phone from atop his coffee table. Pressing the green talk button on the screen, he put it up to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked, tired. He was tired of Jake not being there. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and just never let him go.

"Yes, is this Dirk Strider?" A woman's voice broke through. Dirk recognised this voice as Jake's grandmother. She was the one who took care of him, as his parents were...well let's just say they were out of the picture.

"Uh, yeah. Is something wrong?" He asked. A sniffing sound came from the phone, and there was silence for a moment.

"There's been an accident." The woman told him. His heart sped up, but he didn't say anything. "I-It's Jake...he...was in an accident...at the road near the school..." Dirk threw his phone down and, slipping his shoes on, ran out of the door.

Right beside the school, there were police cars and an ambulance. Dirk slowed down to a jogging speed when he saw the long black hair of Jake's grandmother. He jogged up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and he saw tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Where's Jake?" Dirk asked. Jake's grandmother couldn't talk, but pointed a shaky finger towards the middle of the commotion.

Pushing past all of the people who had crowded around the scene, Dirk got to where he could see the accident. Two cars were both flipped over completely. A man and his wife were out talking to the police with tears in their eyes. The other car was surrounded by people trying to get the person under it free.

"It's such a shame," a voice beside him said. He looked over to see a young man, about the age of 20 or so, with dull eyes staring at the accident.

"Do you know what happened here?" Dirk asked him. His heart was beating quickly, and he was losing his breath. Where was Jake? Was he okay?

"I don't know much. The couple over there," he pointed to the man and his wife. "Hit into the young boy here. Killed him upon impact. Or at least that's what I've been hearing from the police. They're trying to get his body free from the car now." He explained. Dirk's mind was racing. Where the HELL was Jake?

"We've got the body!" One of the people backed away from the car. The others soon followed and let the ambulance workers in to it. Dirk stretched his neck up to get a glimpse at the body. At the sight of it, his heart seemed to skip a beat and his breath caught in his throat. It...it was Jake.

He pushed past the small crowd of people around the body, even the ambulance workers. They yelled at him to get away, to which he spit at them.

"This is my boyfriend! Get the hell away!" He screamed. They at least listened to him, and he fell the ground, resting Jake's head on his knees gently.

Time seemed to stop for Dirk. Jake looked awful. His legs were completely smashed and bloody. They were bent in awkward angles, and Dirk had to look away from a moment. His jeans were tattered and ripped in a few places. His shirt...he was wearing one of Dirk's shirts. It was one that he had borrowed from Dirk a few weeks ago. It had changed from a pure white color to bright red. You couldn't even see the design on it anymore.

But the worst part was Jake's face. His eyes were wide open in shock, and his mouth was slightly open. Blood poured from out of his mouth onto Dirk's lap and then onto the ground. His skin was pale white, despite being in the sun so often. His eyes...they weren't the vibrant color they usually were. No, they were dull, almost as if someone had decided to put a gray color in them.

His hair was ruffled up, like he and Dirk just got through with wrestling. Dirk held his breath and stayed still as he waited to see if Jake was breathing. Nothing. Not a breath in nor out.

A tear slipped down Dirk's cheek and he quickly wiped it away. He was in shock. This wasn't Jake, was it? It couldn't be. They had the wrong person. Jake was probably at his house wondering where he went.

"Son, we really need to be getting him out of here. It's causing too much of a disturbance." One of the men told him. Dirk looked up at him and almost snarled.

"Could you tell us his name please?" A woman asked him softly, holding a clipboard in her hand.

"Jake English," Dirk told her. She quickly wrote it down and turned away from him. Dirk placed his hand on Jake's cheek, and quickly recoiled. It was ice cold. But what was he expecting?

"Dirk sweetie," there was Jake's grandmother again. He looked up at her with dull eyes. Well, not like she could see them or anything. "Come on, they'll get Jakey all cleaned up and ready for his viewing in a few days." She rested her hand on his shoulder. He looked back down at Jake, then back up at her.

"I don't want to leave him," Dirk told her. She nodded and leaned down.

"Come on sweetie, you can stay at our house tonight. I don't think you want to be alone right now." She told him softly. He allowed her to pull him up, and he made sure Jake's body was safely put into a black bag, then put into the ambulance. It rushed away within moments.

Jake's grandmother got into her car, and Dirk got in the passenger seat. He rested his head back on the seat and closed his eyes as she started the car up and they began to speed away from the scene.

Within about 10 minutes, they pulled into Jake's driveway. Dirk got out of the car and slammed the door shut. No tears but the one fell down. His heart thumped dully in his chest. He couldn't seem to take a deep breath.

Jake's grandmother let him into the house. She pointed to the stairs which led to Jake's room.

"If you want, you can stay in there for the night." She told him softly. "If you find anything you want to keep, go ahead and take it. Would you like a bag?" Regardless of his answer, she gave him a white Kroger bag and patted his back. He gave her a small smile and walked up the steps.

He half-expected Jake to be sitting on his bed when he opened the door. Jake would jump up and fling his arms around Dirk and bury his head in his chest, mumbling a "I missed you" and "I'm happy you're here." But there was no one in the room when he opened the door.

Half-dazed, he walked over to Jake's bed and sat down on it. He looked around at the room. He had only been in here a few times when they were alone. Mostly, Jake would just go over to his house since he was always by himself. Dave, his cousin, could care less about checking up on him. His brother was dead, so were his parents.

He looked beside the bed and saw a picture sitting on the dresser. It was of him and Jake on their 3rd year anniversary, which was on the 4th of July. This picture was taken last year. Jake had a red, white, and blue party hat on and a wide smile on his face while Dirk had his glasses off, showing off his vibrant colored eyes, and an identical hat on with a small smile. He had his shoulder draped around Jake's small shoulders, and Rose and Dave were in the background talking to John. Fireworks were in the sky, lighting up in an array of colors.

Dirk stuffed the picture into the bag, looking around for anything else. Within minutes, he found things like a few pairs of Jake's shirts, one of his guns, and a few more pictures.

"Dammit Jake," Dirk said, laying down on the bed. "Why'd you leave me?" He asked.

As he sat back up, it finally hit him. Jake was dead. He'd never hold the small British boy in his arms again. He'd never wrestle with him again, or watch any horrible movies with him again. He was gone.

Dirk allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks. He tore his shades off and sat them beside the bag. His chest began to hurt, and his throat began to clog up. His brought his hands up to his eyes and began wiping away the tears, but more just replaced them.

He wanted to hold Jake his arms again. He wanted to feel the warmth the boy put off. He wanted to kiss him and just cuddle with him all night. He didn't want to be alone without his love.

So he just sat there, wishing...no begging for Jake to come back. Or for him to wake up and it all be a dream.

Jake stood at the doorway, watching Dirk practically beat himself up. Oh, how he wished to just crawl into his lap and kiss his tears away. To tell him it'd be alright, and that he would never be alone.

He reached out to touch Dirk's shoulder, and it went through his body. Jake flinched and recoiled his hand. Dirk shivered as a cold shock went through his body. Jake pouted, and sat beside Dirk on the bed.

"Dirk, can't you hear me?" Jake asked. No response. He sighed and rested his head on Dirk's shoulder. It stayed for a moment before he fell through Dirk's body.

"What the hell? Did the air conditioner turn on or something?" Dirk asked and looked around.

"Sorry," Jake muttered. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Dirk spoke up.

"I feel this kind of thickness in the air," he said just above a whisper.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jake asked. Dirk looked over and almost seemed to look Jake in the eyes, but shook his head and looked forward again.

"Jake, if you're here, I need to get something off my chest." Dirk took a deep breath. "I miss you so much already. I miss holding you in my arms and us just being together. I miss your smile, your accent, your personality, I miss everything about you." A few more tears fell down. Jake smiled and hugged Dirk the best he could without getting Dirk cold.

"I love you Jake," Dirk whispered.

"I love you too Dirk."