Boys of summer
I'm just going to slap a trigger warning on here real quick bc there's a few LGBT slurs in this one so just to be safe xoxo
"You know that art kid...the senior one, black hair, eyeliner, draws the cool gorey bloody type drawings?" Pete rambled swinging his rucksack across one shoulder and heading out the school doors.
"Oh...um Gerard...I think?" Andy guessed.
"Yeah that's the one. You seen his brother?"
"Is he the really lanky one with the glasses? He doesn't say much." Joe added
"Yeah that's him. He's cute. He sits in front of me in English and he smiles at me in the hallways sometimes. I think he plays bass too." Pete went on.
"Jesus Christ not again. Pete's got yet another big gay crush!" Patrick laughed "Weren't you only chasing after that Saporta kid on the football team last week?"
"Yeah well he's got a girlfriend."
"My brother's friends with Mikey's brother...Gerard or whoever, he showed him round a few months ago, anyway, I was gonna invite you guys to the pool on Sunday. If he's bringing Gerard then I could see if Mikey wants to come?" Joe suggested
"Fuck yeah!" Pete's face lit up.
Andy and Patrick exchanged a look of 'Oh god here we go again' before the four of them went their separate ways.
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Andy was sat already sat by the pool, legs in the water and reading a book when Patrick and Pete arrived.
"Dude watch!" Pete chuckled elbowing Patrick and creeping up behind Andy.
"Don't even think about it, Wentz." Andy grabbed Pete's arm and pulled him straight into the water without even looking up.
Joe and Patrick roared with laughter and Pete spluttered for breath, outraged in the pool.
He hauled himself out and shook his head like a wet dog flinging water in every direction. He proceeded to remove his soaked shirt and drop it onto Andy's book who threw it at Joe's head with nothing more than a disgruntled noise.
"Gerard!!" The four of them turned to see Joe's brother waving at an older boy with overgrown black hair and far too much eyeliner for somebody going swimming.
Behind him, slouching a little, hands in pockets, walked a boy about their age. He was lanky as Joe had said, with glasses barely hanging onto the end of his nose. He wore a black tshirt with a band name scrawled across the chest and black jeans that looked far too hot for any summer day.
"I told some of the others they're more than welcome to join us. Hope that's okay. Oh and your brother said I should bring Mikey?" Gerard sat down next to Joe's brother.
Joe gestured for Mikey to come and join them.
Pete stood up instantly attempting to fix his dripping hair.
"Hey" Mikey said just a little awkwardly.
"Hi!!" Patrick smiled. "I'm Patrick. That's Joe, Andy and Pete." He pointed to each of them in turn.
"Yeah that's Pete. He thinks you're cute." Andy added again without looking up.
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP!!" Pete's cheeks turned scarlet as he glared at his laughing friends.
Mikey hid behind his bangs a little looking flustered. "I...I um thanks." He stuttered
It then occurred to Pete that he'd never had an actual conversation with this kid before, just admired from afar.
His voice was a lot higher than he'd imagined it to be and he was struck by his defined facial structure and and long eyelashes. He was rather beautiful in Pete's opinion.
It also then occurred to him that he was staring rather intensely and flicked his gaze away quickly.
"I've um...I've been meaning to talk to you at school for a while just never got the nerve." Mikey explained sitting down next to Pete on the ground.
"I see you around a lot. You sit in front of me in English right?"
Mikey nodded enthusiastically.
"I always hear you making smartass comments to that kid with the big forehead...oh wow that sounded a lot less mean in my head." He blushed
"Do you? And yeah Brendon. He does have an exceptionally large forehead you're not the first to make that comment." Pete laughed. "How come I never see you in PE? Or at lunch?"
"Oh I um uhh I don't do sports." His face flushed pink again. "And I don't really have many friends so I find somewhere quieter for lunch."
"Lucky! What's your excuse? Can I bunk off and come sit with you?"
"Well uhh getting changed is kinda an issue for me. I'm technically meant to be there but nobody at this shitty school cares or really notices I'm gone. I'm not exactly a star player anyway."
Pete looked curiously at Mikey for a moment or two wondering how to interpret that before Patrick interrupted his thoughts.
"You're more than welcome to come and sit with us at lunch. It's normally just the four of us." Patrick chimed in.
"Really? That'd be nice. Thank you." Mikey smiled.
"I'm sure Pete would be delighted!" Joe smirked.
"I swear to god!" Pete lunged to push Joe but he jumped out of the way and Pete fell on his front. He heard Mikey giggle from behind him.
Joe flipped him off and Andy sighed and grabbed his leg, pushing him straight in.
"That's it, Hurley!" Joe choked grabbing Andy and dragging him in too, book and all.
Mikey shuffled away from the splashes arising from the pool awkwardly. Only Pete noticed.
"Hey you okay?"
"Yeah just don't really wanna get wet."
"Can't swim?"
"...something like that."
"You must be hot like that why don't you take your shirt off, it's pretty warm." Pete suggested
"I'm kinda hot but I'd rather keep it on don't worry."
Pete gave him another slightly confused look.
Mikey sighed "Pete, I honestly can't work out if you're just pretending not to notice out of politeness or if you're actually just sort of blind."
"What d'you mean?" Pete asked a little taken aback.
Mikey shook his head.
"I'm not going to take my shirt off bec-Oh God." Mikey's eyes had drifted over to some new arrivals by Gerard and Joe's brother.
"Who's that?" Pete asked.
"Bob. He's one of Gerard's 'friends'. I say 'friends', neither of them like each other and he's an ass."
Gerard was sat drawing not too far away from his brother. Subtly keeping an eye on him.
"Hey Gee Way! Where've you been?" Bob approached him.
"Hi Bob." Gerard muttered.
"Still doodling dicks in your shitty cheap sketchbook are we?" He laughed.
"Yep and they're still bigger than yours." Gerard replied.
"That was uncalled for. Oh wow is that your sister over there? Haven't seen her in a while." Bob's eyebrows shot up.
"Yeah, that's my brother, over there." Gerard snapped his sketchbook shut and tossed Bob a cold look.
"Yeah well I knew 'him' when he was a she so excuse me!" Bob rolled his eyes.
"That doesn't change anything." Gerard replied.
"Calm down. Then again you always were overprotective of your faggot of a sibling." Bob snarked
Gerard jumped up, fists clenched.
"Go on say that again, I dare you."
"Jesus Christ when did you become fucking insane?" Bob put his hands up in mock defeat backing away. "I have to ask though how long's she been on t because I'd even say I'd take her for a boy if I didn't know any better." With another glare from Gerard he walked away, muttering to himself.
At this point Mikey way glad everyone else was in the pool and unable to hear what just went down.
Everyone except Pete.
Mikey let out a sigh, lying down on the warm ground. "Well there you have it."
Pete was still gaping a little looking over at Gerard who's jaw was still clenched as he returned to scribbling angrily in his book.
"That was fucking nasty." Pete shook his head, glaring at Bob from across the poolside. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that."
"It's fine. I've had worse." Mikey shrugged.
"Do I wanna know what that means."
Mikey lifted up a couple of layers of clothing to reveal a blotch of red and purple bruises on his side.
"Some people at our school really don't like me. I hate walking home."
"Walk home with me. They won't lay another hand on you, I promise. I won't let them."
"Thanks, Pete."
(Somewhere in the distance Patrick looked up.)
"D'you wanna go get some ice cream? There's a place not far from here" Pete asked.
"Sure. Just us?"
"Just us....Right after I grab my shirt."
Pete laced their fingers together and grabbed his shirt from where he left it on the ground.
"I see you made some new friends, Mikey." Gerard observed, grinning at him.
"So, what d'ya think of my little brother? You certainly seem to like him a lot." Gerard arched an eyebrow at Pete smugly.
"Prettiest boy I'ver ever seen." Pete winked and Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Look after him or I'll kick your ass and you know it." Gerard returned to his book with a smile.
"So fucking embarrassing." Mikey muttered.
"Nah he's funny. But we can go to my house next time if you really want."
"Who said there's gonna be a next time, Wentz?" Mikey smirked.
"No-one." Pete kissed Mikey's hand lightly. "Just hopeful."
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I have about 7 drafts of one shots that I've started but I'm too lazy to finish ugh. This being one of them actually. I just finished reading the art of being normal too which inspired this a little. It's one of my favourite books 10/10 would recommend if you haven't read it.
I'm away at the moment and wattpad is one of the few apps that actually seems to work with the wifi here hallefuckinglujah (even if it does take 20 minutes to load).
Thanks for the comments, votes and reads (*^-^*)
~Lauren xoxo