“Hey Dyl, what time should I come over tonight?” Eric Harris said running up to Dylan Klebold as the Columbine High School Bell rang in the distance.

Dylan’s shoulders slump un-evenly balancing the heavy weight of his metal-filled backpack through the halls.

“hmm…” Dylan tossed his head of curls closer to Eric’s face. “-how about when my parents are gone? That’s when Demetri’s cuming from his college class.”

Dylan stopped walking abruptly, letting his heavy bag fall off his shoulders, making a cocking sound.

He pressed Eric back against the lockers, hard.

Pinning him by his wrists he started at Eric like he was a hot meal and he hadn’t eaten all day.

Dylan’s actions were sudden and intense, which were both odd for him.

A smile crept across Eric’s face, “Excited for the birthday, huh, sniper?”

Eric breathed harshly against Dylan’s tall, slender body, while he trailed his fingers toward the hem of Dyl’s baggy jeans.

Dylan winced when Eric started to palm him, “I-ooh god eric… ah, that feels too good, but please save some for later tonight?”

Dylan removed Eric’s hand from his semi and bent down to grab his important belongings.

“Oh, don’t worry, I always bite the bullet. I will be doing plenty of it.” Eric bent down, gripped Dylan’s hips and started dry humping him in the empty hallway. “Remember dyl, I’m in charge, not you.”

Dylan rutted back some, but also tried to regain his composure as the janitor turned the corner. “o my god- oh my god eric get off NOW, I’m going to cum”.

In a panic, Dylan shoved Eric off of him, causing him to fall backwards.

“OUCH! WHAT THE FUCK DYL?????” Eric screamed in pain, grabbing his own back, sitting up.

His heavy book bag had fallen, opened, spilling numerous guns across the school hallway floor.

Dylan burst into a fit of laughter, Eric gave a weak ‘i-cant-believe-you-fucking-did-that’ kind of agressive smile while standing up once again. “Let’s go edge-lord, want a ride back to my place?” Dylan offered.

Eric sighed, “yeah sure”.