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Fall.

That was pretty much Jack’s favorite season. The nice breeze outside, the beautiful colors flooding the world, the sweaters, the coca, the sweet smell in the air, just everything. Living in the middle of nowhere in the rural, small town of Kilmore Quay in Ireland. He had miles upon miles of land all to himself, no annoying neighbors, no loud yelling outside, just peace and quiet.

That was just the way he liked it.

His best friend lived almost 5,000 miles away in the bustling city of Los Angeles, California. They were practically polar opposites but they were closer than anyone else either had ever met.

Mark and Jack were finally going to meet in the wonderful month of October, Jack’s favorite month.

Mark was flying out to meet the sweet Irishman that morning at about three in the morning, it would take close to eleven hours to even get to his friend.
Both were eager to finally meet after being friends for over three years.

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Jack paced back and forth in the airport, he just couldn’t wait any longer, seated in his quiet house all by himself, which normally he didn’t mind but today, for the first time pretty much ever, Jack just could bear to listen to the echoing silence around him. He was far too early, he’d have to wait for around two hours for his friend to arrive. It was like torture, waiting was not his strong suit.

He’d already waited three years for this moment, that never seemed to bother him, though these lingering two hours couldn’t go by any slower.

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Ten more minutes, he counted, his heart pounding, Jack’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched the hands on the clock intently.

His hands were shaking, he’d waited so long and now in only eight minutes his best friend would be less than a mile away. He couldn’t believe this was real.

Five more minutes were left when he got a text from Mark.

Landed
So soon <3

Jack could cry, he remembered counting down from more than 100 days, now there was five minutes.
Jack stood, watching the gate, he couldn’t catch his breath as he waited, it felt so long before crowds of people spilled out of the gates.

Jack spotted Mark’s bright red hair in the crowd just as he’d spotted Jack. They ran forward dashing towards each other, Mark dropping his bags in the process. Their bodies collided so hard that the collapsed to the ground instantly, both sobbing as they hugged, laid out on the floor.

“You’re real! You’re really real!” Cried Mark as he held Jack tightly.

“Ye’re ‘ere, after all tis’ time!” Jack mumbled into Mark.

The two stayed like that for a long time before finally composing themselves and getting up, Mark getting his bags that were discarded earlier.

Soon they were on their way back to Jack’s for the longest and best, two weeks of their lives.

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“I still can’t get over how big your yard is. And your house for a matter-of-fact… You really live all alone?” Mark spoke, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it.” Shrugged the younger, “I like ta’ quiet most’a the time, mostly ‘cause I can be as loud as I want, whenever I want.” He chuckled, making Mark smile.

“You’re so much cuter in person.” Mark spoke without thinking.”

“I-I’m what?” Smiled Jack, a light blush and heat spreading across his sweet pale skin that looked so good on him.

“Did I say that out loud, shit. I’m sorry.” Mark instantly turned as red as his freshly dyed hair.

“Well ye’re also cuter in person.” Jack mumbled as he went to tend to the breakfast he’d been cooking for himself and the half-Asian.

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After they ate Jack decided to go for a walk, like he normally did, only this time he’d be with Mark.

The soft chill of outside hit the pair almost immediately, as they stepped out onto Jack’s back porch.

“So, I’m gonna bring ya to a place I’ve never brought anyone befure. Ya can’t go blabbin’ it ‘round ta nobody.” Jack smiled as he hugged his Jacket around himself tighter.

“Who would I tell.” Chuckled the taller.

“Who knows.” Jack smirked as he bumped his hips to Mark’s.

They walked, silently, listening to the sweet sounds of the empty Irish land.
Jack occasionally snuck glance over at Mark, entranced at the excitement in his eyes, a small, loving smile stuck on Jack’s face.

After a bit of walking Mark spotted large mounds of hay, all along this empty field that had a gorgeous view of the mountains and trees that surrounded them. Mark stood in awe, his eyes glued to the scenery around him.

Jack also had his eyes on his own scenery.

“Jack, this-... This is so beautiful…” Mark gaped, clouds of his breath spilling from his lips.

“I know, I come ‘round ‘ere a whole lot.” Jack smiled, tugging at Mark’s jacket sleeve, snapping him out of his daze, “I’ll race ya to ta hay.” Jack challenged, seeing Mark’s glazed over look turn to a determined one in an instant.

“You’re on McLoughlin.” Mark smirked and they soon took off running.

Jack some how was in the lead and about to win, so close to the hay when he was tackled, both young male’s pretty much flying into the mounds of hay.

Laughter erupted from the two, covered in the spiney horse-food.
Jack sat up, along with Mark, both laughing harder once they saw what each other looked like, out of breath and both complete mess’.

“You’ve got stuff all in your hair.” Smiled Mark as he began to pick it out, stick by stick from his friend’s messy, green hair.

“Ye do too.” Laughed the Irishman as he began to do the same to Mark.
Mark’s eyes traced over each and every part of Jack’s face, noticing he had barely visible freckles only on his nose and a few small pimples on his forehead, also how his skin was much lighter beneath his uneven, but adorable stubbly beard.  The way the rising sun hit Jack made him look almost angelic, which was how Mark always saw him anyway.

He didn’t even noticed that he’d leaned in slightly to Jack, who reciprocated leaning into him. Mark flinched, almost pulling back but something caused him not to. He wasn’t sure if he just had wanted this so badly, for so long that his body was now forcing him to do it or if it was the way that Jack glowed or even if it was because Jack seemed very okay with it.

Either way, he didn’t care. He swiftly pushed his lips to Jack’s plump, soft, sweet and amazing mouth. Immediately, Jack kissed back.

Soon enough, Mark was laid on top of Jack in the mound of old hay, kissing him more passionately than he’d ever kissed anybody before.

They pulled away, their faces still only millimeters apart, as Mark spoke, “I’ve waited over one-thousand and one-hundred days to do that.”

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It was October 2nd, Nate was playing his first show with his band, Wanted Guilt. Excitement filled him, this was what he’d waited so long for. They were playing for free at bar, having pooled their money, they rented the space to play at.

Once they got there, Nate was practically exploding with excitement, he was bouncing around backstage, yelling and being his normal, weird self.

That was until he peeked out to see the crowd and his smile fell.

"Wow... This is worse than expected." Grunted Nate, "Free tickets and yet nobody comes still. Can't even give our tickets away." He complained, "Are we really that bad?”

“Hey, don’t feel bad, I mean, it’s our first show, and it is early, maybe people aren’t being let in yet. Who knows?” Shrugged the guitarist, Spencer.

“I’ve failed at everything I’ve ever wanted to do.” Nate whined dramatically as he dropped to lay on the floor.

“Get off the floor you spork.” Zach, the drummer, rolled his eyes at the younger.

“No.” Pouted the boy.

“That floor is dirty, we’re in a fucking bar, get up.” Spencer groaned.

“You’re not my mom.” Retorted Nate, getting a sigh from all of his band members, “I’ve failed. This is my life, just toss me into the garbage can.” He continued to whine.

“You are a child, get up, we’ve got to perform soon.” Alice, their bassist grumbled as she grabbed his hand, tugging him upwards.

“Fine.” Nate muttered as he stood, going to get ready.

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The band all jogged out on stage, Nate - still dejected - going to the front of the stage and grabbing the mic. There were a few people at the bar, drinking and chatting to themselves and there were a couple of people strewn about, seated at the tables and booths in the room, seeming to not even notice the four on the stage.

“Hello everybody!” Nate tried his best to sound excited, “We are, Wanted Guilt, your entertainment for tonight!” He stood silent for a moment, not even a single person giving them a glance. Nate was suddenly overcome by a feeling of unwantedness, unable to get himself to speak any further.

“Okay… So, for our first song, we’ll be doing a cover of ‘Thanks For The Memories’ by Fall Out Boy.” Alice called out and still nothing.

Though, the band kicked in nonetheless. Nate sang every word perfectly, and yet, nobody seemed to care.

They played through a few songs, Nate trying less and less each song that he sang that brought nobody to listen.

As they we’re telling the audience of nobody what song they were going to play next, a fairly average sized man entered the bar, his hair was a nice dirty blonde and he was wearing a deep-blue jacket.

He breathed into his hands, rubbing them together from the cold outside air before stuffing them into the pockets of his jacket.

The blonde stepped up to the stage, seeing Nate’s eyes light up excitedly as they finally had somebody listening to them. Nate studied the male, he was very good looking with gorgeous honey-colored eyes.

Nate was so caught up in studying the handsome man before him that he hadn’t realized the band had begun playing until Spencer stepped up besides him, muttering softly to him, “Dude, let’s go.”

“Uh-o-oh!” Stammered Nate before catching up and beginning to sing, this time he was actually trying, unknowingly attempting to impress Mr. Handsome.

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They played for about an hour more before finishing their set. A few people during that time had passed by, stopping for a moment or two, to listen to the music they were playing but the mysterious blond boy stayed the entire time, occasionally stopping to get a drink or something but always returning soon after.

“Thank you so much for listening to us tonight! Drive safely and have a great evening!” Nate called out, seeing the handsome stranger start towards the door, “Fuck.” Nate cussed beneath his breath, wanting to meet the male, “Uh.. Hey! Alice!”

She spun on her heel, just before she made it backstage, “Yeah, Nate?”

“Take my guitar backstage for me, I-I gotta get some fresh air?” He stammered as he place his instrument onto the floor and hopped off of the stage, dashing towards the exit.

Once outside he looked both ways of the sidewalk, his eye catching the blue hoodie of the stranger, just as he turned the corner. Nate took of running down the sidewalk, all he could hear was the heavy pounding of his footsteps against the concrete and his labored breathing.

Thankfully Nate caught up with him quite quickly.

“H-Hey, wait, dude.” Panted Nate, unable to run any longer. The male turned to find Nate hunched over, heavily breathing and coughing.

“Hey, you alright?” The man’s soft voice asked as he approached Nate.

“Yep, I’m… Great.” Wheezed the shorter.

“Hey, you’re the guy from the club, right?” Smiled blonde boy.

“Yeah.” Chuckled Nate, “I wanted to thank you for watching us tonight. I was ready to give up.” Nate half smiled.

“Ah, no problem dude. You guys are really good.” The stranger complimented, “I’m Matthew, well, most people just call me Matt.” He stuck his hand out towards Nate.

“I-I’m Nathan… Nate for short.” He stuttered as his eyes met Matt’s.

“So, uh, I noticed that you were checking me out before. Seemed kinda like you were trying to impress me.” Matt somewhat flirted with Nate, seductively running his numb fingers through his hair and smirking slightly.

“Uh…” Chuckled Nate awkwardly as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“You’re cute.” Smiled Matt to which Nate’s eyes widened in awe, a bright blush washing over his pale face.

“I-It’s really cold out here, would you maybe want to, like, maybe get uh… Coffee or like, something?” Stammered Nate in complete shock at how well this was all going.

“Definitely. Is your band alright with you abandoning them?” Matt smirked.

“Yeah, I think they’ll be fine.”

Matt reached down hesitantly, sliding his ice cold hand into Nate’s blisteringly warm one. At first Nate tensed but he soon relaxed, glancing over at the taller male and smiling up at him.

“I feel like this is going to be the beginning of something great.” Matt mumbled into the darkness. The two walking hand-in-hand down the street to get their coffee.

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Barry hugged his jacket tighter around himself. The cool crisp autumn wind licking at his exposed skin, making his fingers numb and his nose red and runny, pinkening his cheeks, looking almost as he’d been slapped.

His freezing hands held trays of coffee that he’d gotten for the office. Barry couldn’t wait to be back so he could go sit in the warm recording room with his scalding hot, vanilla-chai cappuccino.

He shivered, feeling the cold air seeping through his thin sweater. Ross had told him not to wear something so thin, and for once he actually should’ve listened.

Soon the office came into view, sending a rush of excitement through him, though suddenly it seemed to be much colder. Either way, his pace quickened.

Soon enough he entered the hot building and let out a breath that had been caught in his lungs.

“Coffee! Come get it before I drink it!” Called Barry as he placed the tray down on the table in the lounge area. He grabbed his coffee, holding it within his icy, numb hands.

Everyone came and grabbed their coffees and teas, everyone except for Ross, who was in the recording room fixing some audio stuff and reorganizing the area

Ross grabbed his lover’s coffee, being the amazing boyfriend he was and decided to bring it to Ross, hoping for some recording session cuddles. Barry peeked into the little window that looked into the recording room. He smiled as he saw his lover, fully focused on organizing their gaming stuff. Ross decided to do this after everything became so disorganized that they could barely function anymore.

Everyone knew that Ross was very talented in many ways, though, when Barry pushed open the door he found another talent of Ross’, one that he didn’t even know of.

Ross was singing, and it was absolutely beautiful.

“And, I can’t help, falling in love, with you.” He sang softly as he focused intently on what he was working on. Barry smiled, that was their song. They kissed for the first time in Barry’s bedroom at about three in the morning while listening to it. That was close to five years earlier, yet Barry never knew that Ross could sing.

“Like a river flows.” Barry continued from where Ross left off, causing the older to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Jesus, Bear!” Gasped Ross, panting heavily, “You scared me half to death!” He scolded.

“I’m sorry, babe.” Chuckled Barry as he stepped up to his lover, placing his coffee onto the table before wrapping his arms around Ross, “I’ve got your coffee.” Barry smiled into Ross’ shoulder, giving his lover the large coffee.

“Thanks, Bear.” Replied Ross as he continued to organize.

“Let’s record.” Barry whined softly.

“You just wanna cuddle.” Ross chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“I’m cold, don’t be mean. Please record with me.” Barry continued to carp.

“Fine, if you’ll stop your whining, jeez.” Muttered Ross, sliding out of Barry’s grasp, “What game do you wanna play?” He asked.

“Super Smash Bros?” Barry smiled, it was one of their favorites to play together. Ross, of course, smiled and nodded in agreement.

Ross setup the game while Barry got comfortable on the couch and wrapped up in a blanket.

Once Ross joined him, Barry pressed record and they started the episode.

“Hey guys.” Barry smiled, getting a smile in return from Ross.

“We’re playing some Super Smash Bros today because why not.” Ross laughed tiredly, rubbing at his eyes. Barry smiled affectionately as he wrapped his arms around Ross, pulling him closer.

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They played for what was probably hours, talking and laughing and playing stupid games that they’d made up ages ago while playing at their shared home.

“So, like I wanna clear some shit up.” Barry yawned, rubbing his eyes that were dry from staring at the TV screen for so long.

“What’d you mean?” Ross asked his lover.

“Like, so, Ross and I are a thing. We have been for like five years now, we’ve just been too afraid to say anything. But I want to stop keeping secrets.” Barry spoke causing Ross to gasp.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Bear?” Ross mumbled.

“Well, I mean, if we don’t then I can’t do this…” Barry spoke as he slid off of the couch and onto one knee, “We’ve been together for so long. So, after five long years, Ross Kenry O’Donovan, would you maybe like to marry me?” Barry smiled anxiously, seeing Ross’ jaw drop as Barry presented the small gold and silver ring that he constantly wore. Ross sat forward, elbows rested on his knees and his small hands over his mouth. Barry noticed a glint in Ross’ bright baby-blue eyes, tears starting to slip from them, sliding down his pink cheeks to his pale jaw where they'd form a drop and proceed to crash to his lap.

Barry studied Ross hard, he'd always been able to read the older very well, knowing how Ross felt by the way he acted or the look in his eyes even. This time Barry couldn't tell, this was a first.

Ross reached his shaking hand out slowly. He cupped Barry's bearded face within his palm, “Really?” Asked the Aussie as he moved to kneel in front of Barry, who nodded.

“Of course I am, Ross.” Barry spoke softly.

“Your ring…” Ross mumbled, moving his attention to the ring, “Are- … Are you sure?” Ross mumbled, which left Barry stunned. This was a side of Ross he'd never seen before.

“Of course I'm sure. I love you, Ross, I really love you a lot.” Barry said to him.

Gently, Ross took the ring from Barry, looking it over before placing it back onto his lover's finger.

“Wha-What?” Barry breathed, feeling his chest grow tight and his stomach drop.

“Barry, that ring… It's too special to you for me to take.” Ross told him, knowing it had been Barry's grandfather's.

Though again, Barry took it off and presented it to the boy before him, “Ross, will you please, Marry me.” He asked again.

“I-I…” Ross stammered, utterly speechless, Barry and his grandfather had always been so close, Ross knew that was his grandfather's wedding band and couldn't bear to take it, “That's your grandpa’s.” He spoke.

“Yes.” Barry replied simply.

“Why that ring?” Ross knew he was probably being a pain in the ass but he didn't care. He wasn't giving an answer until he knew that Barry was sure.

He heard Barry let out a long sigh, “Because, Ross. You and my grandfather are and were always the best thing in my life, I want you to have this ring to show my love because I wouldn't give it to any other person in the world. You're my special person and I'm giving you my most special possession.” Explained Barry, “So, again… Ross O'Donovan, would you please, marry me?”

Ross couldn't help but to start sobbing, nobody had ever said or done anything so kind and amazing for him. Ross grabbed Barry's shirt and pulled himself into Barry as he choked out the word ‘ yes ’ over and over.

Barry pulled Ross away from his chest, kissing him passionately, their lips fit perfectly with the other’s. Barry could feel how desperately Ross was kissing him. It was as if they'd never see each other again. Ross’ hands gripped Barry’s t-shirt tightly, holding him close.

Once Barry had pulled away, he rested his forehead to Ross’, the tips of their noses brushing together ever so slightly. Barry stared into Ross’ blue eyes and Ross stared back into Barry’s brown ones.

They could see every detail of each other's eyes, looking so deeply it was as though they could see each other's souls.

“I love you so much, Barry.” Ross mumbled. Barry was able to feel his lover's warm breath against his lips as he took Ross’ clammy hand within his own, sliding his ring onto his now fiancé’s finger.

“I love you too, Ross… So much.”

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Ryan was never a kind person. He was a stuck-up, popular prick. And Felix despised everything Ryan was about. It confused Felix, how someone could be such an asshole, pretty much all of the time.

Felix was a total theater nerd, at this point he was teaching all the new theater kids all the in’s and out’s of acting and performing. That was one of his passions, he also was an avid gamer and he loved to stream his gaming online.

“Okay, Olivia, just take some deep breaths, don’t let your nerves build up. There’s nothing to be scared of. Just imagine you’re all by yourself in your room, nobody is watching, okay?” Felix coached, the younger girl had severe stage fright but she had a burning passion for acting. Felix was determined to help her.

“B-But Felix…” She mumbled, “What if they make fun of me? What if I mess up?”

“Everyone messes up Olivia, don’t worry about that. And if anyone dares to make fun of you, they’ll have to speak to me and I’ll kick their ass’.” Felix smirked, making a cute little nightly gesture.

Olivia giggled at Felix’s silliness, “Okay, okay. You’re such a dork.” She smiled, giving him a playful nudge before they began rehearsing her lines for the upcoming play.

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The next afternoon seemed to drag on. It was time for lunch and Felix’s mind was already checked out. He was counting each second until practice and until he got to go home. It’d been a bit of an off day for him, everything seeming to just be not going right.

As Felix made his way to his normal table, of course, Ryan just had to be fucking around with his friends, being shoved back and slamming directly into Felix, causing the swede’s food to end up all over his cream colored shirt, instantly ruining it.

Ryan immediately began to laugh as he saw what he’d accidentally done. That caused something in Felix to finally snap, grabbing Ryan by the collar of his shirt, slamming him hard into one of the pillars that held the ceiling up.

“I am so fucking sick of your shit.” Felix growled in anger, “I am done. I am not your bitch Ryan Terry. I could fucking snap your neck with a fucking glance you goddamn pussy!” Felix hissed in anger, at first Ryan was so stunned that all he could do was stand there, mouth agape. Though he quickly regained his composer as he slammed his hands into Felix’s chest, causing him to stumble back.

That’s when Felix did something he’d never thought he had in him. He wound his arm back, fist balled and swung it at Ryan, nailing him in the left side of his face, a bruise forming almost instantaneously.

All of Felix’s friends, and also all of Ryan’s were shocked, standing silently, everyone watching the pair.

“You son-of-a-...” Ryan snarled as he in return, hit Felix back. That’s what started the biggest fight anyone had ever seen.

Screaming, swearing, grabbing, punching, hitting, kicking, anything possible to harm the other.

Felix managed to grab Ryan just as he’d gone to hit him again, holding the shorter by the shirt as he forcefully slammed Ryan to the cafeteria table, the sound of his body slamming into the wood causing everyone in the room to quiver, knowing it must’ve hurt like a bastard. The old rickety table almost collapsing under the weight of the teenaged male.

Felix moved his hand to Ryan’s throat, holding him still, barely able to fight against the Swede.

“Say one more awful remark, laugh at me one more fucking time, Ryan, I dare you.” Felix barked at the boy beneath him, Ryan opening his mouth to speak, though he was cut off.

“Felix Kjellberg! Ryan Terry! My office. Now!” Shouted the principal, causing them both to tense before dusting themselves off and heading down to the hellhole they’d been called to.

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“I can’t believe you two. I cannot believe what you did.” The woman shook her head as Felix and Ryan shifted painfully in their seats, holding ice to their bruised skin, “Apologize to each other right now.” She demanded.

Ryan sighed as well as Felix, both muttering soft ‘ sorry ’s to one another.

“Felix, I heard you started this, so, as punishment… No more theater for the rest of the year.” She spoke firmly and Felix’s stomach dropped as he jumped from his chair in tears.

“No! No! That’s not fair! You-You can’t do this to me! I-I promised Olivia… I-I can’t give up on her!” He bawled, “No! Mrs. Asher please! Please! I’ll have in-school suspension for the rest of the year! Anything but this!” Felix felt as though he were going to be sick, this was the only reason for him to even get up in the morning anymore. Theater was his everything.

“I’m sorry, Felix but this is the price you have to pay.” She shook her head, “And, Ryan, no football for two weeks.”

“That’s not fair! Why only me!? I can’t live without theater! This is no fair!” He couldn’t stop sobbing, at this point he was having a panic attack, he couldn’t breathe and he felt like he were dying, “ Please, Mrs. Asher, please!” By now he felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Mrs. Asher, I-I have to confess… Felix… He didn’t start that fight, it was me. He was just defending himself… Don’t take theater away from him, he did nothing wrong. Punish me for what I did.” Ryan suddenly spoke up, causing Felix to freeze.

“Mr. Terry? You started this…? Everyone said it was Mr. Kjellberg.” She gasped.

“They didn’t see what fully happened, I started it. Don’t punish him, please. He doesn’t deserve it.” Pleaded Ryan, leaving Felix utterly shocked. Ryan had been out to get him since he moved here, and suddenly he was lying to save Felix?

That made no sense.

“Well, then I’m going to have to take you off of the football team then.” She informed him.

“I fully understand.” He frowned.

“You are both dismissed, don’t bother heading to class, there’s only about ten minutes until dismissal.”

“Thank you, ma'am.”  Ryan spoke and Felix half nodded as they exited the room, Ryan not saying a word and heading off down the hall towards his locker.

“R-Ryan! Wait!” Felix called as he jogged after the shorter, Ryan spun to look at Felix, muttering a ‘ what?’ as he slowly walked backwards down the hall.

“I have no idea how to even start to thank you. Oh my god, I am so sorry… You-You didn’t have to do that you know?” Felix gushed.

“I owe it to you. It is my fault that you finally snapped.” Ryan mumbled.

“How can I thank you?” Felix asked, he had to make it up to him, though Ryan shook his head, reaching his hand out and cupping the side of Felix’s face, “What are you…?” Felix trailed off, brow furrowed in confusion.

Ryan ran his thumb over the bruise that he’d given Felix that was directly beneath his eye. Gently and slowly Ryan leaned in, kissing the black and blue patch of skin, “Accept my apology for everything I’ve ever done to wrong you. I know it’s a big favor but I-... I really am, so sorry.” Ryan spoke, uncomfortably close to Felix, who shoved him back.

“What kind of sick game is this!?” Felix snapped, “Just stop.” He muttered, now on the verge of tears again. Nobody knew that Felix was gay and now he was absolutely petrified that somehow his lifelong bully had found out his deepest, darkest secret.

“Uh-I… I-I-... What..? What are you talking about?” Ryan looked genuinely hurt by the way Felix reacted.

“How did you-” Felix stopped, “Oh god.. You didn’t.. You just-”

The bell signalling that they could leave rung out, interrupting Felix.

“You-You should go! You don’t wanna be late for theater!” Ryan smiled a broken smile as he darted off into the sea of people rushing out of the school.

“But…” He mumbled, suddenly feeling himself being pulled along, glancing down to find Olivia dragging him towards the auditorium.

Felix’s fingers traced over the tingling patch of skin that Ryan’s lips had touched not too long before. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. His lifelong bully was gay? And into him?

It just made no sense.

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“Felix! You’re not helping! Pay attention, jeez!” Shouted Olivia at him as he zoned out again. Felix always had found Ryan quite attractive, though he never actually thought they’d be together, mostly because of how shitty of a person Ryan was and also because he never would’ve guessed that Ryan would be gay.

“Hmm?” Felix hummed, “Oh, shit… Sorry, I’m having an off day.” He shook his head.

“I can see why! You beat the shit out of someone! How did you not get in trouble!?” She threw her arms in the air.

“He took the blame… Ryan… He-He saved me…” Felix mumbled, “He was kicked off the football team by taking the blame for me. If he hadn’t then I wouldn’t be here ever again.” Felix muttered, still shaken up.

“Oh shit. You’re lucky. Now either get your shit together or I’m not helping you rehearse.” She threatened, Felix was Romeo in Romeo and Juliet and needed to practice his lines a bit and Olivia offered to help.

“I just… Something else happened… I-I… I can’t get it out of my head.” Muttered Felix.

“Well do you want to-” She was cut off by her phone ringing. Her mom was calling and she had to leave early.

“Who’s gonna help me practice!?” Whined Felix, nobody else stayed after that day so it would just be him.

“I-I could?” Both of them jumped, whipping their heads in the direction of the sound. Ryan was stood kind of in the doorway.

“You sure?” Olivia asked, “It’s Romeo and Juliet.” She stated and he shrugged.

“Yeah, why not?” He spoke, somewhat hesitantly, “Are you okay with that, Felix?”

“Uh…Y-Yeah, I guess…” He mumbled as Olivia leaned down to whisper to him.

“Isn’t that the guy you beat up?”

“It’s complicated.” Felix replied to her as he took her copy of the play, handing it to Ryan as he approached them.

“My mom’s not gonna be here for a few minutes so I’mma just sit over here.” She spoke, dropping down into one of the chairs.

“Starting from here.” Felix informed, pointing to the line he was on, “Don’t worry about pronunciation.” He spoke, glancing down at Ryan.

“Okay, I’m Juliet?” He asked, getting a nod from Felix.

Felix sucked in a deep breath, letting it out before starting. He grabbed Ryan’s free hand as the script said to do, “If I profane with my unworthiest hand... This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand…” Felix’s voice faltered, “To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.” Ryan read aloud, without a single fault.

“ Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” Felix asked.

“ Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. ” Ryan spoke, looking into Felix’s blue eyes.

“ O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. ” Felix continued.

“ Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. ” Smiled Ryan.

“ Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. ” Felix froze, just going to skip over the kiss, though, Ryan had other plans.

Felix was swept off of his feet, his lips taken into a deep kiss that he hadn’t quite expected. Felix let out an involuntary moan, a pleasure filled, ecstatic moan. Olivia was practically choking as she watched the scene unfold.

Felix grasped onto Ryan’s shoulders, digging his nails into the smooth skin of the younger. Ryan had one hand gripping onto Felix’s shirt and the other rested just above his ass.

Though, their moment was interrupted by Olivia’s cellphone ringing out loudly throughout the empty room. This scared Ryan so much that he dropped Felix to the floor.

“Shit! Uh, sorry guys! Gotta go!” She spoke dashing out of the room.

Felix groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

“I'm sorry I dropped you. That scared me.” Ryan chuckled anxiously as he rubbed at the back of his neck, “I-I should go too…” He mumbled.

“No! Wait, Ryan.” Felix jumped to his feet, grabbing Ryan’s arm, “H-How’d you know that… That I was… Well am...uh…” Felix just couldn't bring himself to say it. He'd never told anyone before.

“Gay? I uh… Didn't… I just kinda hoped…” Ryan swallowed hard, getting a smile from the blue-eyed Swede.

Felix pulled him closer, kissing Ryan softly, their noses brushing together as he pulled back, “I think I'll forgive you if you keep treating me this well.”

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The hum of people talking and laughing filled the small cafeteria. Nate was seated with his friends, Brett, AJ, Mark, Arin, Jack and Danny. They were laughing over something Arin had said when Nate spotted his boyfriend, Matt who usually sat with his friends.

Though right now, Matt was shouting at some other guy in their grade, which wasn’t abnormal. Matt got into fights a lot more than he should, most of the time it was over pretty much nothing.

“What’cha staring at there, Nate?” Teased AJ, as always.

“He’s watching his little boyfriend over there.” Chuckled Arin, “Looks like he’s  gonna get into another one of his infamous fights.”

“Nah, I got this.” Nate smirked, standing from the table.

“How are you gonna do that?” Brett asked, knowing how Matt could get.

“Just watch, I know my ways.” Nate smiled, trotting off across the cafeteria to his boyfriend who was shouting over something that nobody seemed to care about. Nate stepped up behind him, placing his arms around the taller’s waist, kissing his neck softly, “Hey, babe.” He purred into Matt’s ear and his lover’s voice faltered, “Come sit with me.”

“I-I…” His voice broke from yelling to almost a whisper, “O-Okay, uh, give me a second, Bubba.” Matt told Nate, using the pet name he gave him.

“No, come with me now,  ‘mallow.” Nate whined.

“Uh-oh… Okay.” He mumbled as he followed after his boyfriend who practically dragged him by the hand back to his table.

Matt sat down and Nate dropped down onto his beau’s lap, kissing his lover’s sweet mouth. He hadn’t even realized everyone at the table was watching them in awe.

“How’d you get him to stop that easily?” Mark spoke, shocked.

“Like I said, I have my ways.”

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Nate smiled up at Matt as they made their way through the abnormally empty city streets of Los Angeles. They’d spent the day together, away from work for a bit, seeing as they both needed a break.

Nate felt Matt’s hand slide within his own causing him to blush, somewhat wanting to pull away. He’d always hated being affectionate in public due to how people saw him as weird because of his boyfriend.

“Hey, I love you.” Smiled Matt as he leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to Nate’s temple.

“I love you too.” Nate giggled in a small voice.

“Fags.” Grunted a man lowly as he passed them on the sidewalk.

“What’d you say!?” Matt immediately released his boyfriend, enraged at the stranger. The stranger again repeated what he said, turning to face Matt and Nate.

Matt stepped up to the man who was much taller than him.

“You have a fucking problem?” Matt hissed, feeling a tug at his jacket.

“Let’s just go, it’s not worth it.” Nate mumbled nervously, pleading with his partner as his hands shook, partially from the cold wind whipping around him and partially from being so anxious.

“No! He’s-”

“Bubee, please.” Whimpered Nate, his arms snaking around his lover’s waist, causing him to melt.

“He-He… Uh.” Stammered Matt.

“He’s not worth it, let’s just go.” Nate’s voice still soft, as it always was in public.

“Oh-Okay…” Matt mumbled, going to follow his boyfriend.

“So you’re gonna go follow after your little twink there. Not even going to fight me like a man?” The stranger growled causing Matt to whip back around.

“Matt. No, leave him be, he’s just a douche trying to get a rise out of you.” Nate muttered, tugging at Matt’s sleeve.

“Yeah, take your ugly fuck of a boyfriend to a gay club or some shit.” The guy called which enraged Nate, who did what he’d been trying to get Matt not to do.

“The fuck did you just say!?” Nate finally snapped.

“You heard me.” The male challenged as Nate stepped up to him, socking him in the mouth as hard as he could before stomping off with Matt in tow, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped, a huge smile spread across his face proudly.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve seen.” Matt gawked.

“I learned from the best.”

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Nate groaned as he dropped down onto the couch of his home, AJ glancing down from where he was stood on the latter, decorating the house.

“What’s with you?” He asked.

“I wanna propose to Matt… I just have no clue how to.” Sighed Nate, “Like, he seems to like me being dominant sometimes and also, if I wait for him to propose, it’ll never happen.” He continued.

“Well you could do it tomorrow night at the party. I’ll help.” AJ offered, “If you’d like that is.”

“I would love your help.” Nate pleaded.

“Alright, so like I would say carve pumpkins but you’re out of time for that.” AJ frowned.

“I know that he really likes candy, like any kind. I was going to hide the ring in the candy corn but then anyone could find it.” Nate mumbled.

“I was going to do beer-pong with some of the adults?”

“But how could I propose with that?” Nate groaned.

This went on for hours and hours, tossing ideas back and forth. Nate was ready to give up by one that morning, when AJ came up with an idea.

“Dude, charades. Like a Halloween addition. It could be for like everyone to play and we can rig it so you can get one that says something like ‘Marry me?’ on it?” AJ spoke excitedly and Nate jumped to his feet.

“AJ! You’re a fucking genius!” He shouted, “You are a savior, oh my god!” He grabbed his friend, hugging him tightly.

AJ laughed, smiling and shaking his head, “You’re such a dork.”

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Nate barely slept, he was so excited. He got up that morning at about seven AM. He bound into the kitchen, beginning to make breakfast for him and his roommate.

AJ awoke soon after to Nate being loud as he blared music, singing along loudly and dancing around as he cooked.

“What the actual fuck are you doing? Shut up and go to bed.” AJ grumbled sleepily as he entered the room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

“I’m proposing to the love of my life tonight!” Nate yelled making AJ wince at his loudness.

“Everyone knows, now shh.” He yawned.

“I’m just so excited!”

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Nate wrung his hands anxiously. Soon he would be proposing to the man he’d been in love with for years. The one person he’d ever loved enough to even think about being married to.

He suddenly was beyond nervous.

Nate sucked in a deep breath, feeling Matt’s cold hand press to his bare arm, making him jump.

“You alright, Bubba? You seem kinda anxious?” Matt mumbled, wrapping his arms around Nate and pulling him close, kissing at his lover’s neck.

“Yeah, I was up super late and got up really early to finish decorating. I’m just t-tired.” Nate yawned.

“Okay, if you say so.” Matt mumbled against him, unconvinced.

Time seemed to pass slowly. Nate was up next thankfully. He’d chickened out for his first three turns, this had to be it. It was now or never for him.

“Nate, your turn.” AJ winked at him, slightly intoxicated. They had set up a camera to capture the moment, using the excuse that it was ‘going into a vlog’.

Nate stood, feeling as though he were about to throw up, his stomach turning and his hands shaking. He swallowed hard and plunged his hand into the bowl, prying the paper off the bottom of the plastic bin they were holding all of the small torn up pages in.

Nate’s eyes fell upon AJ, who was drunk off his ass, then Matt, looking as amazing as ever and then upon the camera that was recording his every move. He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out shakily as he ‘studied’ the paper intensely, his mind racing with thoughts.

Am I ready to do this?

What if he says no?

What if I wuss out?

Nate pushed all of his fear away as he muttered an ‘ I’ve got this’ to himself.

He looked at Matt, giving him a loving smile as he ran his tongue over his lips. His mouth dry from how nervous he was.

Nate held up six fingers, his eyes locked onto Matt's.

“Uh… Six words?” Matt spoke, the only one answering.

Nate nodded, pointing at Matt who looked confused.

“Uh? Me?” He spoke and Nate signaled for him to add more to what he'd said, “Matt?”

Nate let out an involuntary groan, rolling his eyes and repeating his previous motion.

“Oh, uh, Matthew Patrick?” He asked, getting an almost hesitant nod from his lover. Taking a deep breath, Nate reached into the back pocket of his black skinny jeans, pulling out a beautiful silver and gold ring.

He stepped closer to Matt, holding the ring behind his back as he got down on one knee, holding the ring out to his love, who's eyes instantly widened.

“Oh my god, Nate…” Matt gasped, “Is this what I think it is?” He mumbled, to which Nate shook his head.

“It was actually, Matthew Patrick… Will you…” Nate sucked in a deep breath nervously, “Marry me?”

Matt dropped from the couch to the floor in front of him, his arms wrapping around Nate as tears ran down his cheeks. He nodded repeatedly, muffled yes’ were heard buried into Nate's chest.

That was the first time he'd ever seen Matt cry.

Nate pulled Matt away, looking deep into his lover's sweet, brown eyes. Gently he wiped his fiancé’s tears away, kissing him passionately as everyone around them cheered.

“You have no idea how hard that was.” Nate mumbled as he held either side of the taller’s face, their noses and foreheads pressed together, looking deep into each other's eyes lovingly.

“I can only imagine.” Matt sniffed.

“You make me so happy.” Nate mumbled against him, his warm breath caressing Matt's sweet mouth.

“And you make me melt.”

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Alex and Jack were sat in Alex’s bedroom, Alex on his bed and Jack in the beanbag chair right next to the bed. Both boy’s just had their last day of high school ever, they were soon going on tour and were very excited for their first real tour. They both were bored as hell only being out of school for about twenty minutes. They were going out later for a graduation party with all their friends and family there to congratulate them.
“So ‘Lex, what ya’ wanna do?” Jack glanced up at the boy sprawled across the bed above him.
“I don’t know… Confessions?” He suggested with a shrug.
“Okay, cool.” Jack smiled, “Who goes first?”
“I will I guess?” Alex shrugged yet again. “Did you have a crush on anyone and never tell them?”
“Only one… I’ll never have a chance with h-her.” He choked, “Did you ever stare at Mrs. Dunnam’s ass?”
“How could I not, she always had that thing in my face, like she wanted to fuck me or something…” Alex groaned, “How many girls did you fuck this school year?” Jack let out a laugh.
“Probably like twelve, it was always at partys cause nobody ever wanted any part of me while they were sober. Move over.” Jack replied as he moved up next to Alex on the bed, “Who was your first kiss?” Jack asked, sitting above the older boy.
“Well…” Alex sat up on his bed, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a slightly embarrassed smile, “I’ve never had my first kiss…” He admitted.
“What!?” Jack laughed, “That’s ridiculous! Stop lying ‘Lex, who was your first kiss?”
“I’m serious! I’ve never kissed anyone! Nobody really liked me enough to-“ Alex was cut off by Jack smashing his lips against his own. Their lips moved in sync with each other’s, Alex had always had a crush on Jack and Jack felt the same as Alex only both boy’s had never wanted to admit their feelings and lose their best friend.
Jack pulled from Alex quickly, jumping from his bed and grabbing all his shit.
“I-I just remembered, I gotta go… Bye.” He rushed from Alex’s room leaving Alex in shock. Alex got up from his bed and ran down the stairs after his friend. He got to the porch just as Jack got into his car.
“Jack wait!” The older boy called out, but Jack just peeled out of Alex’s driveway and sped off down the road. “What just happened…?” Alex mumbled to himself, touching his fingers to his lips as he reentered the house.
“What was that all about?” Alex’s mother asked as she stepped from the kitchen.
“I honestly have no idea what just happened and I’m so confused and don’t know what to do… I’m gonna go get ready or something.” Alex replied to his mother as he jogged up the stairs back to his room, leaving his mother completely dazed and confused at her son.

Alex was sat in the driver’s seat of his car heading over to the park area where the party was being held. Alex was supposed to pick Jack up but wasn’t sure what he was doing now, just the thought of seeing Jack after what had happened made him slightly anxious and kind of queasy. Alex pulled out his cell phone deciding to call Jack and see what was going on. He pressed the speed dial button number four on his phone and hit call. Each ring made Alex feel like he was about to vomit, his nerves getting the best of him. Jack, as predicted didn’t answer so Alex just assumed that Jack was driving himself.
Alex pulled up to where the party was to see Jack’s car already there. His stomach twisted and his heart sank seeing it for some reason. Alex walked into the party to see all his and Jack’s friends talking, along with some family members. Alex’s parents weren’t ready yet so he left without them wanting to see Jack. Alex made his way through the crowd looking for the younger boy who he’d fallen madly in love with so many years ago. He said a few hello’s to old friends and family members as he pushed his way through. Alex’s eyes landed on Jack standing in the back of the room… With a girl. Alex felt a lump in his throat as tears welled in his eyes. Jack had never understood how badly Alex hurt when Jack went out with all these girls. Jack was his and only his. Alex swallowed hard, trying not to cry, he couldn’t show Jack how he felt because he obviously didn’t feel the same. Alex felt as though his heart had been ripped apart and he felt so sick. Alex forced himself to look away as he pushed his way back through the crowd and it made him so upset so think of Jack kissing that girl he was pissed off and wanted to kill Jack but yet at the same time he just wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep and wallow in his sadness forever.
As Jack bit at the girls bottom lip his mind told him to stop. All he could think about was his kiss with Alex earlier and he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Alex was his best friend and he would never want to date him in fear of losing him, that’s why he slept with every girl he could, it was to push the thought of Alex out of his head. It worked at first but now that he’d kissed Alex he couldn’t get it out of his head and it was killing him. He kissed harder to get rid of Alex’s taste, but it just made him think even more about the older boy and how much she didn’t taste sweet like him and how her lips weren’t soft like his. Jack pulled away, giving the girl a sorry look.
“I’m sorry… I-I can’t do this to you, I’m in love with someone else and I was just using you as an excuse to show myself that I don’t like him but I do, I really do… Thank you for showing me that,” Jack had run off before the poor girl could react, to go find Alex. He spotted Alex easily seeing him on the verge of tears off to the side.
“’Lex!” Jack called, trotting up to the boy, “’Lex what’s up, you look sad?”
“Fuck off Jack…” Alex snapped.
“Are you mad about earlier? I’m sorry…”
“I said fuck off! No it’s not from earlier Jack, just fucking leave me alone.”  The older boy snapped turning so he wouldn’t be facing Jack. Then It hit him, Alex had seen Jack kissing that girl and Jack could see how badly he’d hurt Alex. Jack sighed, not caring who saw or what people thought of them Jack grabbed Alex’s by both cheeks and slammed his lips against the other boy’s unsuspecting ones. Alex, surprised by what was happening, tensed up. Once he knew what was really happening Alex relaxed, wrapping his arms around Jack’s shoulders tangling his fingers in Jacks hair, leaning into the slightly taller but younger boy, kissing back hard and in that moment, nothing mattered, it was only him and Jack, that was the only thing that was important. Jack really was his and only his.

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“So… You’ve really never been to a fair?” Asked Arin in shock as Danny looked around in awe at all the colorful tents and fast rides.

“No, my family never brought me to any.” Danny shrugged, frowning ever so slightly.

“Well this fair is a special fair for the fall season that’s all spooky for Halloween!” Arin beamed, “Like this is my favorite one! They always have really cool haunted houses and stuff! Jon and I used to come all the time.” He smiled, thinking of the past.

“It seems like fun- Oh! Look!” Danny shouted, grabbing Arin’s arm and pulling him towards a ride. Arin laughing at his childlike excitement.

That’s how they were all day, Danny dragging Arin around like the excited child he is.

“Dude, that fried dough smells so good.” Arin practically moaned out.

“What?” Asked Danny, confused by the other’s actions.

“Fried dough, it smells good.” Arin repeated.

“What’s that?” Danny’s brow furrowed and Arin nearly had a heart attack.

“You don’t know what fried dough is!? Are you fucking shitting me!? You’re getting some right now!” Arin gasped, dragging Danny throughout the fair to get his friend food.

“Uh… Okay!” Laughed Danny.

Arin bought them both the fried bread, covered in sugar. Danny looked it over, licking his lips as he studied the sugary pastry. Slowly he brought it to his lips, taking a bite from it and his eyes immediately lit up.

“Holy shit!” He spoke, “This is amazing!” He gushed as he ate more of it while Arin laughed at him.

“I told you!” Arin smiled, watching Danny closely. The way he looked was pretty adorable, he looked so innocent and childlike. Arin couldn’t help but to stare, his bushy-haired friend just was so… He didn’t even know how to describe it.

“Guess I should listen to you more then, huh?” Danny smiled, laughing softly, making Arin’s heart skip a beat, though he wasn’t sure if he was falling in love or if it was just the way he looked that day.

Arin noticed Danny’s mouth was covered in cinnamon and sugar as he bit into the sugary pastry yet again. Arin caught himself leaning in, instantaneously ripping backwards, stumbling slightly.

“You okay?” Laughed Danny.

“Yeah.” Arin mumbled, chuckling anxiously, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Okay, want a bite?”

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“Can we please go in the haunted house!? Please?!” Whined Arin.

“No way! I hate things like that.” Grumbled Danny who naturally hated anything remotely creepy or scary, “You know I can’t handle any of that shit. I will end up crying and won’t sleep tonight.”

“But I-” Arin stopped, he wanted to say that he’d sleep with him that night and that he’d protect him, though that would sound creepy and weird, “Fine.” He sighed, giving up.

“I’ll think about it I guess.” Muttered Dan.

“Yay!” Cheered Arin excitedly, making Danny titter at how thrilled his friend was.

“Let’s go on the ferris wheel.” Danny suggested, pointing towards it, “If you want to that is? I dunno how you are with heights.”

“Yeah, that seems fun.” Arin smiled, and him and Danny started to make their way over to the ride, loud chatter around the pair. Arin loved the feeling of being there, he had such good memories of fairs as he grew up and even as he got older he still adored them, being the man-child he was.

“This place actually smells so good, like all the food and stuff just fills the air and i am living for it.” Dan smiled, glancing over at Arin, who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s one of my favorite things about fairs. The food is always so good. Though that isn’t always a good thing because I usually eat way too much of it and end up sick.” Arin twittered as they got closer to the ferris wheel.

“Come on! The lines short!” Danny exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed Arin’s arm and pulled him to the ride.

“Calm down.” Arin grinned.

øøø

The line had moved quickly, Danny and Arin were seated in a gondola as the ride slowly moved up, lurching to a stop every once and awhile to let people get on before fully starting up.

Arin loved watching the ground, watching as the ground grew further away, showing him the entire park. Though, this time he seemed far more fascinated with the boy opposite him. He watched the ground disappearing with a spark of excitement in his eyes. Danny honestly looked gorgeous with the setting sun behind him, making him almost glow. His frizzy hair was being blown back by the wind, making it easier to study his features. Danny’s eyes were a deep brown, almost like chocolate and they were hidden behind his glasses which were ever-so-slightly too big for his face, causing them to sit adorably on his nose. Danny moved to push them up on his face, running his fingers through his hair. His lips moved slightly as he mouthed the lyrics to some song that Arin couldn’t make out. Arin also noticed how Danny hadn’t shaved in a few days, giving him a nice stubbly beard. He had deep marks from his smile that came down from his nose to the corners of his mouth. His lips a pale pink, they looked so soft.

Arin’s head snapped up when he heard Danny say his name to get his attention.

“Mmh… Yeah?” Arin mumbled, dazed.

“You were staring, do I have something on my face?” Dan questioned and Arin seemed confused by his question for a moment.

“Huh? I was...? Uh, I was just thinking, sorry.”  Arin shook his head, giving Danny a weak and awkward half grin.

“It’s alright, you okay though? You seemed to me concentrating pretty hard.” Danny gave a soft titter at the end, a tension suddenly between them.

“Yeah, I was just thinking of some Grump stuff, don’t worry. I’m fine.” Arin lied but smiled like he was being truthful.

“Okay, good.” Dan gave a real smile as he reached out, placing a hand on Arin’s knee, “‘Cause I know how you can get.”

“Uh-ha, yeah…” Arin chuckled feeling a heat rise in his cheeks as the ride jerked to a halt, a man opening the door to their cart, Arin letting out a soft thanks as he scrambled out of the basket.

|-/

The sun was starting to slowly fade away, the fair growing darker and the pair had gone on every ride at least twice and had tried most of the food.

“So, looks like we should head back to the house.” Arin sighed and Dan glanced over at him, grabbing his arm, stopping his friend from walking any further.

“I thought you wanted to go to the haunted house?” Dan asked.

“Ah, well. You didn’t want to so I’m not gonna force you.” Arin replied.

“Oh, If you really wanted to though…”

“I know how much you hate scary stuff.” Arin remarked, “So, we don’t have to.”

“Arin, this is the only thing that you’ve actually asked to do all day, the whole day was us doing the shit I wanted to do. I want to do something that you want to do.” Danny insisted.

“But-”

“No, you wanted to do it, I’ll do it with you. You’re my best friend. I know you’d do the same for me.” Dan again pushed.

“Okay, as long as you’re one-hundred percent sure.” Arin agreed.

“I am.” Dan smiled, taking Arin’s hand and beginning to pull him towards the haunted house, “Let’s go!” He shouted excitedly, Arin smiling as he stumbled along behind his friend, his face red and his heart pounding.

øøø

The line was impossibly long, though, Dan and Arin were willing to wait. It took over an hour and a half to get to the front of the line.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Arin asked, seeing how anxious and pale Danny suddenly seemed.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit nervous.” Dan twittered anxiously, giving Arin a just as anxious grin.

“Alright, just remember I’m gonna be here the whole time.” Arin reassured as a man told them to go in.

Danny was already shaking as they walked in. Puffs of smoke shot from the walls, Arin not even flinching, while Danny looked ready to leave.

As they walked through, people jumped out at them, grabbing at them and causing Dan to freak out. Arin was nervous that Dan would have a panic attack due to how freaked out he was.

They were nearing the end and someone jumped out at them, grabbing Danny who screamed and latched onto Arin as Danny practically sobbed, the man stepping back into his little hidden place, snickering at the boy.

Thankfully that was it. That was the end and Danny ran out ahead of Arin who was apologizing profusely.

“Danny, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have-... I-I know how much you-” Arin stopped as Danny dashed into his arms, holding Arin tightly as he bawled.

“It’s m-my fault. Don’t apologize.” Danny whimpered, looking up at Arin with the horrified, innocent eyes of a child, tears trailing down his reddened cheeks. Arin wanted to kiss him now more than ever before. He looked so small and scared and helpless and he wanted to make him feel better. He felt so guilty, he felt as though it was his fault that Danny was now crying.

“I’m sorry, Danny.” Arin mumbled, gently rubbing several tears from Dan’s face and pushing a few stray hairs from his friend’s face.

“No.” Danny mumbled, holding Danny tightly, tears still falling as Danny pushed his face into the crook of Arin’s neck. Arin gently rubbed his back in attempt to make him feel better.

“Please don’t cry.” Arin spoke, his voice faltering.

“I-I’m sorry.” Danny sniffled, picking his head back up to look at Arin, their eyes connecting and Arin couldn’t help but to lean closer as he looked so deep into Dan’s eyes he could swear he could see the other’s soul, looking so deep into his friend he could see his deepest thoughts.

His eyes fell from Danny’s, looking down at his lips, they looked so perfect, so soft, inviting…

Dan’s tongue trailed over his lips, and he bit down onto his bottom one slightly. Arin just couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching, waiting to see if Dan was okay with it.

“I-Is this okay?” Arin spoke so softly he couldn’t even hear himself. Arin felt Danny pull him tighter against his slender body, which he took as a yes, closing the gap between them and pushing forcefully against Danny’s mouth, moaning into the kiss. He’d wanted this for so long.

Dan pulled away first, looking into Arin’s eyes once more.

“What took you so long?”

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Summer.

The most amazing and beloved season for getting shit done and getting out of school. Also the most horrible season for Patrick, who literally marathoned anything from movies to tv shows all day everyday and ate. Sometimes he’d go hang out with a friend and they’d do the same thing usually.

This particular week was no different, of course. Though, Patrick was supposed to go on a date with a really hot guy he’d met at the movies but the man bailed every time they made plans. Patrick was really sick of this, he wondered why he couldn’t get a date. He knew he wasn’t the best looking guy but like, he wasn’t that bad.

Patrick made his way down the stairs of his house, wearing only his SpongeBob boxers and an oversized hoodie that read, ‘Because, fuck you, that’s why.’ and it had a middle finger on the back,  which he’d been wearing for at least five-days straight at this point.

“Jesus, Patrick.” His mother grunted as he waltzed lazily into the room, his hair matted to his head and his skin as pale as snow.

“What?” He asked, as though nothing was wrong with his appearance.

“Go take a fucking shower, my god. You are so gross, Patrick.” She rolled her eyes at him as she made some type of food.

“Yeah, yeah. I will at some point.” He rolled his eyes back at her, grabbing a piece of pepper off of the cutting board and popping it into his mouth.

“No. Right now, Patrick.” She demanded and he groaned loudly.

“Fine!” He moaned, stomping off.

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“I think I liked being dirty better.” Patrick commented as he reentered the kitchen and looking through his freezer for some type of microwaveable food, due to his laziness.

“This is why you can’t get a date.” His mother replied, moving out of the kitchen to the dining area.

“Ugh! There’s nothing in here!” He groaned, shutting the fridge in defeat, beginning to sing to himself as he bounced around the kitchen, waiting for dinner to be finished, joking around as always, “I'm not gay guys, That ain't me, I'm just comfortable with my sexuality, So I can admit when I see a guy, Who has a handsome face, and pretty eyes, And a rock hard chest, and rippling abs, And the tightest ass, and those sculpted calves, And those bulging quads, and the perfect bod, And ohh my god, take your pants off!” He yelled with a rhythm as his mom walked back into the kitchen.

“Patrick!” She groaned, “We get it, you’re gay.”

“Just making sure you know.” He smirked and his mother rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she went to check on the food, “Is it done yet?” He bothered.

“Go to your room. I’ll call you when it’s done.” She finally scolded and he groaned.

“I am starving. I’ll probably be dead by then.” He grunted and stomped off to his room.

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The days continued to pass by slowly, being bored and binging tv shows more than usual. He actually hated it. Normally he would’ve loved it but he just couldn’t take watching the same three shows over and over again. Though that day he decided to binge some horror movies, putting in all the classics and some of the new horror movies.

He was about an hour or so into The Blair Witch Project, - a movie he’d watched one too many times - when he finally decided to stop being a lazy fuck and go get popcorn. He pulled the blankets off of his bed, sliding on his slippers, which were grey bunnies, that matched his boxers. His shirt read ‘Say “Hey!” If You’re Gay!’, his favorite shirt of course.

He rubbed at his sleepy eyes and grabbed his glasses, pressing them onto his face. Patrick ran his fingers through his messy hair as he trudged all the way down the stairs, playing on his phone. As he went to enter the kitchen he slammed directly into someone, believing it was just his mom or brother, he grunted as he pushed past the person.

Patrick went over to the cabinet to get a bag of popcorn, only to find an empty box. He sighed as he tossed it out and turned to call for his mom to ask if there was anymore. Though his eyes landed upon a hot as fuck guy who had to be no older than seventeen, Patrick being sixteen.

Patrick’s jaw dropped as he saw the boy, who looked him up and down before reconnecting his brown eyes to Patrick’s bright blue ones.

“Hey.” The guy smiled, nodding towards Patrick who forgot about his shirt, stuttering out a ‘ hi?’ before remembering what he was wearing, his face going a bright shade of red as he dashed past the hot, supposedly gay, male to find his mother.

“Ma! Ma! What the fuck!? You didn’t tell me we were having company!” Shouted Patrick throughout the house as he entered the dining room to find his mom with his brother, his brother’s girlfriend and who Patrick assumed to be the girl’s mother.

“Patrick! Put some clothes on! What are you doing!?” His brother shouted in embarrassment. Though Patrick stomped out again, pissed that he ran into the hottest guy he’d ever seen, who was probably gay and maybe into him and he looked like a fucking trash bag.

Of course Patrick had to slam directly into hot, gay dude yet again as he was storming off.

“Uh-...” Patrick gasped as he stumbled away from the boy who smirked at him, pushing his slender fingers through his dark brown fluffy hair that seemed to stand on end.

“Uh, I’m assuming you didn’t hear me before, but… Hey.” The guy winked at Patrick causing the shorter’s knees to grow weak.

“H-Hey.” Patrick Stammered.

“I’m Pete, my step-sister and your brother are a thing or something.” Pete introduced.

“I.. Uh… saw?” Patrick could barely speak, “I-I’m… I’m, er… Patrick.” He murmured, forgetting his own name for a minute.

“Nice name, also, nice to meet you.” Pete extended his hand towards Patrick who hesitantly took it.

“So, uh… That must be pretty boring in there, huh?” Patrick asked and got a nod from Pete.

“Yeah, it’s all about your brother and my sister, like I was forced to come here, not sure why though.” Pete shrugged.

“Oh, well, erm… You-You could come watch some movies with me upstairs? We sadly have no popcorn though.” Patrick offered, swooning over the hot boy.

“Sounds good, lead the way Mr. Gay.”

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“These movies are the literal worst, they are beyond fake!” Exclaimed Pete.

“I know but that’s their charm.” Patrick pointed out.

“You are right.” Pete chuckled, “Oh, and I love your shirt by the way, it looks good on you.” Pete complemented,

“Oh, uh, t-thank you.” Blushed Patrick.

“It’d look way better on the floor though.” Pete tried to flirt, though his voice faltered out of nervousness. Patrick went to reply but stopped as it registered in his mind what Pete had said to him.

“Whoa, wait…” Patrick gasped, “What?” He asked, looking over at Pete, both their faces red.

“Uh…” Pete mumbled, looking into Patrick’s blue eyes, he swiftly grabbed Patrick’s shoulder, pushing their lips together forcefully. Patrick grumbled into the kiss, pulling Pete closer. Pete sucked on the younger’s bottom lip, pushing his tongue inside of Patrick’s mouth. Patrick dug his fingers into Pete’s hips, getting a pleasured moan against his lips.

Pete went to pull Patrick’s shirt off though Patrick stopped him, too awkward and  shy about his body that he couldn’t let Pete do that. He thought Pete would think he was fat and not like him.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Boundaries aren’t really a thing to me. I’m so sorry.” Pete apologized profusely.

“It’s fine, I’m just very self conscious.” Patrick laughed nervously as Pete got off of him.

“You have no reason to be. You’re perfect.” Pete replied and tugged off his own shirt. A tattoo of a bat with a heart was right at the bottom of his belly, small stretch marks along his sides. Patrick reached out and ran his fingers over the marks on Pete’s sides, only some seemed to be stretch marks while others seemed to be cuts, long since healed, “See, I’m not perfect, nobody really is.” Pete said, “Except for you…” Pete breathed.

“Oh, uh t-thank you Pete. But, I’m fat, I see myself as fat and I hate it.” Patrick replied and Pete shook his head, gently reaching forward and placing his hands on Patrick’s thighs.

“Better to cuddle with and more to love is all I hear.” Pete replied, reconnecting their lips and kissing Patrick with more force and lust than before.

Patrick, very hesitantly pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor as they continued to kiss. Patrick moaned, grinding his hips against Pete’s.

“Oh… God.” Moaned Pete, “You’re really hot, like so hot, fuck.” He muttered against Patrick’s lips, causing Patrick to smile wide as they kissed and touched and moaned. It was the best thing to happen all summer.

Patrick went to unbutton the other’s jeans when Patrick’s mom yelled for them, both jumping apart and tugging their clothes back on in a rush and dashing down the stairs, both complete mess’, their hair stood in every direction. Their lips bright red and black and blue marks all over their skin, breathing heavily.

“Yeah… What’ you need?” Patrick panted, exhaustively,

“Well, I was going to ask if y’all wanted some dessert but it looks like you started that already.” She mumbled, looking the two over before disappearing back into the kitchen, which of course confused the boys, that was until they saw each other and burst into laughter.

“Man, how do you still look amazing when you should look like shit.” Pete flirted.

“I was about to ask you the same.”

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Rain tapped upon the windowpane of Matt’s bedroom. He couldn’t help but shiver, the air was frigid and nipped at his skin that was exposed from the blanket on his bed, him and Ryan didn’t have to be in at the Grump’s that day so they were just sleeping and maybe editing some stuff from their house.

Matt had awoken abnormally early to the intense sound of rain and thunder from outside and was unable to fall back asleep. He’d been editing a few of the videos that him and Ryan had recorded over the week. He sighed hearing the tired creaks of the wooden floors, signalling that his roommate had finally awoken.

Matt checked the time on his laptop and noticed it was already one in the afternoon. His bedroom door was pushed open only a moment later, Ryan was half dressed, rubbing at his eyes.

“Dude, I’m starving, did you make anything?” He asked sleepily and Matt couldn’t help but to stare at his roommate.

“Uh… N-No, I uh, completely forgot to eat anything.” Matt stammered out.

“Want me to go pick something up?” Asked Ryan, ignoring Matt’s odd behavior.

“Oh, um, nah… It’s fine, I can make something if you want?” Matt offered, pushing his laptop off to the side, yawning tiredly.

“Sure, make whatever, ‘cause I’m so tired that I don’t give a single fuck.” Ryan mumbled, earning a chuckle from Matt who got up and made his way to the kitchen.

“Eggs and toast?” Asked Matt as Ryan entered the kitchen.

“‘Mmm, sure?” Ryan spoke sleepily, “It’s so cold in here.” He shivered.

“Turn the heat on.” Replied Matt.

“Heaters broken, remember.” Frowned Ryan, stepping up to the stove and placing his hands above it in attempt to warm up.

“What’re you doing?” Matt raised a brow at the other as he glanced at Ryan.

“Warming up.” He replied, rolling his eyes at Matt, who sighed. Matt grabbed Ryan’s hands within his own, which were extremely warm for some reason. Ryan went to flinch back, confused by Matt’s actions, “What the fuck?” He asked awkwardly.

“My hands are warm and you’re in the way, so I thought if I did this you’d stop your fucking complaining and maybe get out of my way?” Matt said and Ryan laughed at him.

“Okay, okay.” He chuckled, “I’ll go watch Netflix.”

“Thank you.” Matt replied. The real reason that he wanted Ryan to leave was because he was too distracting in his minimal clothing and his stupid sleepy voice.

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After having ‘breakfast’ at 1:30pm Matt brought his laptop out to the living room so he could edit while him and Ryan watched horror movies.

About halfway through ‘Carrie’ the tv shut off and the Wi-Fi went down.

“No! What the fuck!? Goddamn it!” Matt cused, slamming his laptop closed in anger. He’d been so close to finishing editing one of their videos and now he couldn’t finish it.

“Stupid fucking rain.” Grumbled Ryan, pulling his blanket up around himself more, still shivering, “Wanna watch some movies on my laptop?”

“Uh, sure I guess, wanna watch them in my room or yours? It’s too cold out here.” Matt added.

“Yeah, I agree. Your room? You have warmer blankets.” Chuckled Ryan, standing and heading to Matt’s room, followed by the taller.

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“This movie sucks ass.” Grumbled Matt.

“I’m too cold to change it, let’s just leave it.” Ryan mumbled.

“If you’re cold then get more blankets or something.” Matt sassed him and Ryan did ‘something’ as Matt suggested.

He slid closer to Matt, grabbing him and pulled the younger into him, holding him tightly, feeling Matt tense up for only a moment before relaxing and leaning his head against Ryan, continuing to watch the movie.

Ryan was taken aback by Matt’s reaction, he seemed okay with it, he seemed to not even care. It was extremely cold, it could’ve just been because he was cold, though something made Ryan feel as though it wasn’t only that. He had definitely had been crushing on Matt for a while now, like who wasn’t really, he was so kind and funny. And Ryan couldn’t help but to think of how he would be in bed…

That was probably just him though.

Matt suddenly pulled his shirt up over his nose, shivering softly, “My nose is really cold.” Laughed the boy causing Ryan to smile.

“Mine isn’t for some reason.” He shrugged though he could feel the heat rising in his face.

Matt chuckled, eyes drooping as he began to fall asleep. He looked so precious really. He was so calm for once and not bouncing around the room, high off his ass on caffeine. It was really nice to be honest. It was just them relaxing together and it made Ryan love Matt even more than ever.

A sudden, loud clap of thunder startled Matt, causing him to flinch and grip his hands around Ryan’s sides tightly, shaking from the sudden fright.

“You okay?” Ryan bit down on his lip, trying not to smile at how cute Matt was.

“Fuck, that scared me.” Matt chuckled anxiously.

“Don’t worry, it was just thunder.” Ryan couldn’t help but to smile by now, “Plus I’m right here.” Ryan said, causing Matt to look up at him in confusion.

“You okay there, Ryan? You’re acting weird-”

Ryan couldn’t stop himself. Matt just looked so… Perfect…  Ryan kissed him. He couldn’t help it. He placed his hands on either side of Matt’s slender face, feeling his hair being tugged at in return and his bottom lip being chewed at sweetly. Matt hummed with pleasure, causing Ryan to smirk, pushing his lips even harder to Matt’s.

This kissing session lasted longer than either of them expected but it was by far the best kiss either had ever had.

“Maybe the cold isn’t as bad as I thought.”

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Dan clumsily pushed his way through the massive crowds of people, how could he possibly have forgotten about Black Friday! All he had wanted was some coffee and he was all out so he went to get some from Starbucks but it was impossible to even get there through the crowded walkways, “For fuck sakes, can’t a person just get some goddamned coffee!” Dan grumbled.

He eventually shoved his way through all the people into the overly crowded shop, groaning in frustration. Dan was having a bad week, first he was kicked out of his flat, then his family got in a massive fight and now his parents aren’t living in the same house, he set his hair on fire by accident and now it smells awful from the singed ends. He also has nobody to stay with except for his weird cousin Erik and that made him want to throw himself off a building. Now he forgot it was Black Friday and would probably be tripped and trampled to death.

Dan got in line for his coffee and waited and eternity for his turn, being cut in line at least twelve times. He just got a white hot chocolate, they were always so sweet and good. His spirits were lifted slightly just by the smell of the liquid chocolate as he walked out of the café. Dan started to shove his way through the crowd again, soon being shoved hard making him stumble, slamming into someone else, his steaming hot drink being poured down their front.

“Ow! Shit, that’s hot!” Gasped the male he slammed into.

“Oh, fuck! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Dan looked up to see the boy in front of him, it couldn’t have been, “Phil?” Dan asked in shock, seeing the familiar face and getting vivid flashbacks from the last time they’d met.

“Daniel? Daniel Howell?” Phil said wide-eyed with a smile playing at his lips.

“Phil! Wow, it’s been ages! Let me buy you a coffee to make up for almost killing you.” Dan chuckled and took Phil’s arm, tugging him close behind as Dan pushed through all the people again. He tugged Phil into the coffee place he’d been in not long ago, “I’m so sorry about your shirt, here, take my sweater.” Dan pulled it over his head, Phil must have been freezing with the now cold drink smeared down his shirt.

“No, I couldn’t take that from you, Daniel.” Phil refused.

“Come on, you can return it anytime to me, I’ll give you my number so you can if you’d like.” Dan told him, shoving the sweater at Phil again, “By the way, you can call me, Dan you know?”

“Fine, and yeah, I just wasn’t sure if you minded being called, Dan. It’s been a while and people change.” Phil gripped the soft material in his icy hands, pulling it over his head and it hung loosely over him. Dan really loved big sweaters, I mean, who doesn’t?

“I don’t change much.” Shrugged Dan.

“I could tell.” Phil squeezed one of Dan’s cheeks loosely between his cold, numb fingers. Chills ran up and down Dan’s spine, and it wasn’t because of how cold Phil’s hands were.

The two went and got their drinks and sat at an empty table over in the corner of the room. They told each other about what had been happening since the last time they’d talked when they were only fifteen, it had been almost ten years. Dan couldn’t help but keep replaying that memory, he wondered if Phil remembered too? They talked and talked, not once mentioning that last day so long ago.

“How have you been by the way, Dan?” Phil questioned and Dan couldn’t lie to Phil, he never could, even as kids.

“Honestly… At the moment, terrible.” Sighed Dan.

“Awe, I’m sorry, my friend. Why is it so bad?” And Dan told him, every single detail. Dan had always really trusted Phil, he was just so sweet and loveable. They talked about life for a while and what had been happening recently until Dan couldn’t take it anymore.

“Phil?” Dan sighed.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the last time we saw each other?” Dan blurted, Phil’s face growing bright red.

“No, I-I don’t, why?” Phil stammered awkwardly, knowing damn well what Dan was talking about, “Refresh my memory?”

“Well we went to camp together and we had the best time! The last day of camp we had a free day so we could do whatever, except swim and so, you told me that you really wanted to and I had told you something along the lines of ‘why not?’ Or, ‘Then why don’t you?’ And you were all cutely innocent about it saying that our councilors said no. I then took your arm and dragged you down to the lake with me, nobody noticing that we were even gone, ‘cause nobody cared. And when we were swimming you and I… Kissed?” Dan mumbled, blushing nervously.

“I remember now.” Phil loved that story so much, it was their little secret, “Why are you asking?”

“Because… I-I wanted to know if you felt… anything, like if you enjoyed it?” Dan mumbled awkwardly, Phil growing even redder with wide-eyes.

“Uh… Umm-er… I-I… What? Why-Why are you a-asking?” Phil stumbled over his words anxiously.

“Be-Because, Phil! It’s important!” Dan croaked, obviously flustered, he regretted bringing it up.

“I-I don’t know if I liked it! It was like, t-ten years ago, Daniel!” Phil choked, tripping on his own tongue, lying through his teeth. They both sat in an awkward silence for a while before the tension died down and they felt less like running away as fast as possible. Dan couldn’t help but stare, Dan thought he was hot when they were younger but hot damn, Phil got hot! What was he thinking?! He wasn’t into Phil, he just liked the idea of liking Phil, that was totally it.

Or, was it? As Dan studied Phil he felt the urge to kiss him, like he had all those years ago. He fought with himself for a moment internally and decided that he shouldn’t kiss him, but little did he know was that he already was. Dan could feel Phil’s lips moving against his, making him panic and jump back, “Oh, shit! I-I… I’m sorry, Phil.” Dan dashed from the place and pushed quickly through the mass of people and back to his cousins. He wished he stayed with Phil.

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Days had passed and Dan hadn’t left the house, he hated himself. He fucked everything up, all the time, he ruined everything. Dan had spent lots of time looking through old scrapbooks and pictures, it was all so simple back then. Dan was startled when he heard the ring of the doorbell, Erik must have locked himself out… again.

Dan stood and went to get the door groggily, he looked like absolute shit and wished he could turn back time. He made it to the door and gripped the icy handle, shuddering at the cold even though that’s the same chill he felt all the time. The chill of empty and loneliness. He twisted the knob and pulled the door back finding the one person he never thought he’d see again, “Phil?” Dan asked in shock. There on his door stood Philip Lester bundled up in layer after layer of jackets as he stood in the middle of a snowstorm, “Get in here, you’re going to freeze to death!” Dan pulled him inside and helped him de-bundle.

“I-I came to give you this.” Phil held out the soft hoodie of Dan’s.

“In the middle of a fucking snowstorm!? Are you insane?!” Dan scolded, “You’re not going anywhere until the snow stops.”

“Then I hope it never stops snowing.” Phil then grabbed Dan before he could process what was happening and kissed him, hard. Sparks flew and Dan knew that he was in love, their lips moved in sync and their tongues battled for dominance. It was the greatest night of Dan’s life… Though nothing could ever compare to that lake.

Chapter Text

Patrick sat in the passenger seat of his best friends car, they were headed to the dentist to get Patrick's wisdom teeth out and he was quite nervous. Pete could since his friends nervousness and reached over to grab Patrick's hand.
"Hey, it's all gonna be okay bud, I promise. You won't feel a thing." Pete reassured Patrick that he would be fine and Patrick believed him. Pete was Patrick's best friend and he knew he could trust the boy with his life.
"Thanks Pete." He smiled at the older boy.
"No problem 'Trick." Pete glanced over at the pasty white boy beside him. Pete had always felt as though he had to protect Patrick, like he was his little brother almost, only closer. 
As they pulled up outside the dentist Patrick tensed and felt really nervous. Patrick gripped onto his best friend's hand tightly and but his lip.
"It's okay 'Trick, you're gonna be fine, I'll be right there for you don't worry." Pete promised, smiling at the quivering boy in the seat beside him,  "Come on 'Trick, let's go in." Pete let go of his shaking friends hand and got out, Patrick following his lead.
Once they went and checked Patrick in they called him in almost immediately and took him into a room with a chair in the center and some weird gadgets. Patrick sat in the chair thing as Pete followed and stood beside him. 
"Pete...?" The boy said in a soft, unsteady voice.
"What's wrong Patty?" Pete looked down at his frightened best friend.
"I'm so scared... I feel like I'm having a panic attack." Patrick whimpered up at the boy nervously. Pete grabbed Patrick’s hand giving him a sad smile.
“I’m right here Patrick, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” Pete told Patrick again for the millionth time, “Wanna listen to some music, it usually helps me when I get like that…” Patrick nodded and Pete handed Patrick his phone with his ear buds wrapped tightly around it. Patrick smiled up at Pete as a thank you as he took the phone placing the things in his ears and typing in Pete’s password, which was TrickAndPete, the same as his own. He scrolled through Pete’s playlists to find the one he made for himself. Both Patrick and Pete have playlists the other had made for themselves in their phones. Patrick pressed his and hit shuffle feeling his nerves calm. Pete was still holding the boy’s hand to comfort him and show him he’s still there. The dentist came in and let Patrick listen to his music while he went under as long as Pete took it when he fell asleep.
Patrick woke up, confused and slightly panicked as Pete wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Hey Patrick, Come one we’re going to bring you into another room now.” The sweet nurse smiled at the boy who was completely out of it.
“Where’s Pete?” The boy almost whined as the nurse got him into a wheelchair.
“He’s in the room I’m taking you to now hun.” She said pushing the boy out of the room and down the hall into a new room. Pete was sat in the corner of the room and stood seeing Patrick. Pete helped the younger boy out of the wheelchair and onto the bed close by.
“We’re just gonna let him wake up a bit and sign some paper work and he’ll be free to leave.” The female spoke leaving the room.
“Hey ‘Trick… How ya’ feelin’?” Pete asked soft and slow.
“You left me.” Patrick pouted reaching around for the older one’s hand. Pete grabbed onto his hand tightly letting Patrick know he was right there.
“I couldn’t stay in there while they pulled your teeth out ‘Trick, they wouldn’t let me, I’m sorry.” Pete smiled sweetly at the boy.
“You look funny.” Patrick began to giggle reaching up with his free hand, poking Pete’s nose. Pete smiled, laughing at his friend, “What do I look like Pete? Do I look funny too?” That made Pete laugh harder.
“Your face is swollen and kinda looks like a Potato.” Pete replied, smiling.
“I wanna see.” Patrick smiled a bit like a five year old. Pete took out his phone taking a picture of Patrick’s swollen face. To be honest he kind of looked cute, Pete had thought.
“See.” Pete showed Patrick the picture and Patrick laughed. Patrick’s whole face was kind of puffy from all the medicine and stuff.
“I can’t feel my face Pete. Is it still there?” He whined adorably.
“Yes Patty, your face is perfectly in place, a bit swollen but there.” Pete reassured his worried friend.
“Okay, Good…” Patrick poked at his face a bit, giggling like a small child, He stopped suddenly and looked over at Pete, “Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered.
“Yeah, what is it ‘Trick?” Pete whispered back.
“I like you.” Patrick replied softly.
“I like you too Patty, you’re my best friend.” Pete chuckled.
“Not like that!” Patrick groaned, “Like this…” Patrick took Pete and gently pressed his lips to Pete’s.
“See, like that.” Patrick said tugging away, leaving Pete shocked and wanting more.
“Like that.” Pete mumbled to himself, “Like what again ‘Trick?” Pete said pulling his phone out to record it this time to show his unhigh friend. Patrick leaned in kissing Pete again as Pete recorded what he was doing.
“Like that Pete, I like you like that!” He smiled at the boy, “Do you like me like that to Pete?”
“If I didn’t why would I kiss back ‘Trick?” Pete smiled at the tired looking Patrick beside him as he turned off the recording.
The next day when Patrick awoke in his normal non-high state Pete was crashed on his couch. Patrick went to wake his sleeping friend to see what kind of weird stuff he’d said to Pete the previous day. He nudged his best friend awake.
“Morning ‘Trick… How ya’ feel?” Pete muttered sleepily.
“Kinda bleh but I wanted to know if I said anything… You know… Weird yesterday?”
“Well you didn’t really say anything weird…” Pete mumbled.
“Oh god, what did I do?” Patrick’s eyes grew wide. Pete grabbed his phone off the table and pulled up the video of him and Patrick kissing. He pressed play and held the Phone out to Patrick.
“Like what again ‘Trick?” Pete had said. Patrick leaned in and pushed his lips to Pete’s before pulling away.
“Like that Pete, I like you like that!” Patrick had smiled before speaking again, “Do you like me like that to Pete?”
Pete then grabbed the phone from Patrick, “You don’t need to see the rest!”
“But I wanna Pete!” Patrick grabbed for the phone, being successful but Pete wasn’t giving up without a fight. Pete and Patrick began to wrestle for the phone, pulling each other to the floor in a desperate battle for the phone. Pete ended up on top of Patrick, pinning the slightly smaller boy to the floor below him.
“I win.” Pete panted, their faces just millimeters apart, “Now drop the phone.”
“I just wanna know what you said, your answer won’t hurt me Pete.” Patrick pleaded.
“How about if I tell you what my answer was?” Pete asked, Patrick only nodded at Pete who was still pinning him to the floor, “It was this…” He breathed closing the gap between them, Patrick didn’t hesitate to kiss back one bit.
Once Pete finally pulled back, panting for breath once again he asked Patrick this time, “Do you like me like that Patrick?”
“I think we all know the answer to that.” Was what he responded with before he attached his lips back to Pete’s.

Chapter Text

Snow storms suck.

Yeah, days off of school are fun and all but a week before Halloween? It was too early for that shit. Jack wasn’t ready for the cold winter of Cincinnati, Ohio. It was his third winter there after moving from Ireland. He obviously was used to the shitty, cold weather but he really wanted it to stay warm.

Though he probably wouldn’t have minded the storm if he were in his own home, not being forced to camp out in a house with the person he hated the most on the planet, Mark Fischbach.

How did that happen? You may ask. Simple, their moms just had to become best friends.

“I hate this.” Grumbled Mark from atop his bed, “I also hate you.”

“Uh, same ‘ere asshole.” Growled Jack in reply.

“Just making sure you know.” Mark muttered.

“Trust me, I know by now.” Jack rolled his eyes as he sprawled out on the floor of Mark’s bedroom. Jack may have hated Mark but man, did he have an awesome room. He had pretty much every game imaginable and all the consoles to go with them.

“Good.” He replied, playing on his phone.

Jack groaned softly, eyes closed and his head pounding. He felt so fucking awful all day and he just wanted to go home and sleep in his own bed.

“What.” Grunted Mark causing Jack to wince at his loudness.

“Nothin’.” Jack mumbled, his throat stinging as he did so.

“Kay.” Mark replied and continued on his phone.

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As time past Jack started to feel way worse, skipping dinner and acting off character, only Mark seemed to notice as he had to be in a room with him for an extreme amount of time. Usually him and Jack would be arguing over anything and everything, if they should play games, what games to play, Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton? Just anything they could.

This time there was nothing, Jack was just laying on his floor looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Jack, you dead or something?” Mark asked.

“Why do you care?” Jack replied.

“Because, if you’re dead then I need to get your body out of my room.” Mark answered, getting a grunt in reply, “Boy, you sure are fun, huh?”

“Literally fuck off, Mark, I don’t need your fucking bullshit right now.” Growled Jack angrily.

“Jeez… Chill out.” Mark muttered and began playing on his phone again as Jack fought the urge to vomit. He took in shallow breaths in attempt to soothe the urge, he felt warm, like that weird type of warm that you feel when you have a fever and can just tell you're sick.

Jack laid motionless, he was absolutely petrified to even try to move, he didn't want to be sick or pass out. He was so dizzy and he could barely open his eyes due to the excruciating pain in his head and the spinning of the room around him. Everything hurt so much.

“Dude, are you sure you're good?” Mark spoke, “You are like, really pale.” He said and Jack grunted in reply, not trusting himself to be able to speak. Mark instead of playing on his phone and complaining to his friends about how shit it was being stuck with Jack for so long, he watched the boy intently.

Jack's face contorting painfully with every breath, every small movement his body made. He looked terrible, not the usual, annoying Irishman with the loud voice.

“Jack? You're actually starting to worry me.” Mark frowned at the pale boy on his floor.

“‘m fine.” Jack practically whimpered out, obviously in excruciating pain.

Mark sighed pitifully and slid from his bed and approached Jack, crouching by him and feeling his blisteringly hot forehead, pulling his ice cold hand back quickly as it caused Jack to let out a mixture of a cry and a gasp.

“Jack, oh my god…” Mark mumbled, wide-eyed, “You are burning up, you need to get cooled down.” He said, “If your temperature gets too high you could die.”

“Please don't get me mum, please.” Begged Jack.

“Why not!? I don't know how to help!” Mark spoke with worry.

“Please, she gets scared when I'm sick, well anyone really, she gets really scared and she would panic if she knew how sick I was. It's not like we can get out of ta house so she could get me to a hospital.” Jack pleaded, “Mark, I need t’is to stay between us, dear god, please.”

“But what if you die, Jack! That would be my fault because we didn't seek help.”

“Mark! Listen to me, if ya tell me mum she'll have an anxiety attack, she always does when anyone gets sick. Me dad died from a fever that actually turned out to be somethin’ else that I can’t remember the name of. Please, Mark do not tell her…” Jack pleaded, “Only if I get too bad, please.”

“Okay! Okay…” Mark finally gave in, “Guess I’ve gotta do this all myself.” He grumbled, scooping Jack up within his muscular arms with ease, placing him onto his bed. Man, was Mark’s bed comfortable.

“I was fine on ta floor, Mark.” Jack mumbled.

“You’d rather be on my floor?” Mark bit his lip, trying not to laugh, forcing himself not to admit that Jack was really cute.

“A bit… Well, mostly ‘cause I don’t wanna trow up on yeer bed.” Jack hummed, his accent seeming to be much thicker than normal.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine, honestly. I’ve felt as shit as you do before and I know it’s much better to be in bed than anywhere else.” Mark couldn’t help give Jack a pitiful smile, gently brushing his fingers through Jack’s sweat-drenched hair.

“Why are you being so nice?” He asked.

“Because, it must really, really suck since you can’t be comfortably in your own home and your own bed so I really want to make you as comfortable as possible.” He explained, “Now, what hurts so I can go find medicine to help with that.”

“Mark, literally everythin’ hurts, plus I doubt that medicine will do shite ‘cause jus’ ta thought of havin’ ta eat anythin’ makes me want to vomit.”

“Well, you have to get your temperature down.” Mark frowned, “Give me a minute to think.”

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“How you feeling?” Mark asked, feeling Jack’s forehead as he sat on the edge of the bed, awaking Jack. He felt much cooler now, he definitely still had a fever but it wasn’t too bad now.

Jack shrugged softly as he rubbed at his eyes, stretching and yawning, “Not too good, not too bad.” He murmured sleepily.

“That’s better than before still.” Mark smiled.

“What time is it?” Jack mumbled, sitting up slightly.

“Ah, ‘bout one in the morning.” Mark told him and Jack’s brow furrowed.

“Why are ye still awake then? Ya need ta sleep too.” Jack spoke sleepily. Mark smiled at him and chuckled.

“I need to make sure you’re okay.” Mark blinked sleepily. Jack frowned, shaking his head at the boy and sliding over in the bed.

“This is yeer bed, ye can sleep ‘ere and I’ll go somewhere else.” Jack offered but Mark shook his head and tugged off his shirt.

“Hope you don’t mind me joining you in bed? Also, I sleep shirtless but I doubt that’s a problem since you are as well.” Mark smiled sliding into bed besides Jack and turning out the light by the bedside.

“Thank ye fur helpin’ me Mark, ye’re really kind.” Jack mumbled, beginning to fall back to sleep.

“Anytime, Jack…” Mark mumbled back, “Maybe you’re not so bad after all…”

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Not too long later Jack awoke, sitting bolt upright in tears, broken out into a cold sweat. He was shaking and just absolutely horrified. He felt like he could have a panic attack at any moment.

“Jack? Are you okay?” Mark asked, sitting up as well, placing a hand on Jack’s bare back. Jack’s head whipped in Mark’s direction, once seeing the familiar face, he could care less who it was but he latched onto Mark, face pressed into the older’s chest as he sobbed hysterically.

Mark was taken aback, confused at first but he soon realized what was going on and wrapped his arms around the smaller, rubbing circles on his damp, bare skin, “Jack? Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, trying his best to comfort the Irishman.

He panted and heaved for breath between sobs but he calmed down pretty quickly, within ten minutes he had resolved to just small hiccups and sniffles.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mark… I get severe night terrors, especially when I’m sick… I am so sorry.” Jack frowned, embarrassed by his patheticness.

“No, no, don’t apologize.” Mark spoke, hugging Jack gently, “It’s not your fault.” He said and Jack turned his head up from Mark’s chest, looking up at Mark, who was looking down at him.

“I just… I feel really bad that ya had ta see me like t’is.” Jack mumbled, still embarrassed.

“Don’t feel bad, it’s okay.” He comforted.

“But, Mark that was so-”

Mark’s lips were suddenly on his, gentle and soft, sweet all the same. It was quick and Jack had no time to react, “Shut up about it… Jeez.” Mark rolled his eyes cockily, trying to seem cool even as his hands shook violently and his heart pounded anxiously.

“I hope you get sick.” Jack smirked.

“Boy, I hope so too.”

Chapter Text

Ian and Anthony had been best friends for ages, so long they couldn’t even remember anymore. They had been dating for only about a year of that time, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing to happen. Ian and Anthony were talking about their first kisses and Anthony admitted to never having his so Ian just randomly leaned in and kissed him, like a proper kiss with tongue and all that good stuff, it was really amazing to be honest. Ian then proceeded to pull away and reply with a simple, ‘now you have.’

This was the first time they were outed;

Ian and Anthony were extremely secretive about their relationship, nobody knew about it and they never showed any type of affection towards each other in public. Sometimes they’d even plan an argument, nothing large but it would be about something stupid like ‘You stole my pen’ or ‘It’s not my fault that you can’t keep your damn mouth shut!’ But they were staged or improvised ninety-nine percent of the time. They were just scared of what people would think, they were also in their final year of high school so if people started to find out, the boy’s lives would crumble around them.

“Hey, dweebs!” Felix laughed, punching Anthony’s scrawny arm playfully.

“Hey, man! How’s it going?” Ian smiled at him as Anthony rubbed at his arm.

“Pretty good, did you hear the news?” Felix asked excitedly.

“No, what news?” Anthony spoke up this time.

“Well, you know that girl that moved here back in Freshman year?” Felix asked, getting nods from both boys, “So, guess who finally got the girl!” Felix flailed excitedly.

“Really? Shit that’s awesome!” Ian exclaimed, “She’s hot as fuck!” Ian felt Anthony’s elbow jab into his side, excessively hard, causing him to let out a groan.

“Sorry.” Anthony hissed, “Didn’t mean to do that.” He growled, getting a sharp glare from Ian.

“It’s fine.” He snapped, taking Anthony by the forearm, “Catch up with you later, Pewds, Anthony and I are gonna be late for class.” Ian forcibly dragged Scott down the hall and into an empty, abandoned room, “What the fuck was that for!?” Ian whisper/yelled.

“Listen, I understand pretending but for fuck sakes, calling a girl hot! That’s crossing a line Ian.” Anthony snapped in the same tone as Ian.

“Dude, it’s a girl, it’s not like I asked Felix to make-out with me!” Ian almost raised his voice but he contained himself.

“That’s not the fucking point, Ian! The point is that… You-… You never talk to me like that! It’s not fair! I want you to see me like that and I hate having to hide this because I want to tell everyone how in love with you I am!” Anthony ranted, making Ian lose his voice, “But,obviously you don’t feel the same.” Anthony sighed, going to leave but Ian caught him, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry, Ant. I never knew-… I-… I love you, Anthony. You’re the sexiest, hottest, most perfect man on earth, I love you with all of my heart.” Ian mumbled, his lips just barely brushing against Anthony’s as he spoke. He licked his lips seductively, leaning in and kissing Anthony passionately, tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair. His lips moved from the other man’s, trailing them along his jawline until he reached Anthony’s ear. Ian flirtatiously bit at Anthony’s ear, mumbling softly to him; “If we weren’t in school right now, I’d fuck you senseless.” Anthony shivered, trying not to let out a moan as Ian sucked at his sweet-spot.

“Shit.” Anthony gasped, seeing the time, “I have to go! I totally forgot that I was supposed to go to the doctors for a physical! I’ll call you later, bye babe.” Anthony snuck one last kiss before grabbing his bag and dashing from the room and towards the nearest exit. Ian moved, looking down at the floor, he’d been stepping on something the whole time but wasn’t able to move around due to how small and cluttered the space was. He bent down and picked it up, gasping as he saw what it was.

“No-“ He spoke softly, “Fuck, we’ll never live this down! Anthony is going to kill me.” Ian dashed from the room as well trying to catch up with Anthony but only made it in time to see his mother’s car pulling out of the school parking lot, “God fucking damn it!” Shouted Ian as he decided to just leave, no use staying in this hell hole just to be laughed at all day.

|-/

“You what?!” Shouted Anthony in frustration, “I can never show my face again! What have you done!?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” Pleaded Ian, he was so desperate, he couldn’t lose Anthony, even if he didn’t show it very often, he was so madly in love with Anthony that it physically hurt not being able to scream it from the roof tops.

“Well, you fucking should have Ian, now my life is ruined and it’s all your fault!” That hit him hard, Ian loved him and now hated himself, he couldn’t take it.

“Anthony…” Ian’s voice was nothing but a whimper, “I-I… I love you… Please…” He had begun crying, alarming Anthony due to the fact that it was very rare for Ian to cry.

“I love you too but I just can’t deal with this right now.” Anthony told him, “I’ll talk to you later… Don’t be alarmed if I don’t show up to school tomorrow, or ever again for that matter.” Anthony shook his head as he went to leave.

“I’m so sorry…”

|-/

Neither Anthony nor Ian attended school for a week, it was honestly the scariest thing in the world to even think of going back. But nonetheless they were back at school a week later, still scared shitless but it wasn’t as bad now as it was before.

Ian was sitting outside of Anthony’s house in his car, waiting for the other to come down. They’d talked it over and they both were sorry and needed each other most in this time. I mean, just imagine going from nobody knowing the biggest secret in your life to over six hundred plus people knowing all at once. They were not ready for this.

Ian beeped the horn and waited some more. Soon enough Anthony rushed down his front steps and out to Ian’s old beaten-up car, hopping in the passenger seat, “Ready for the worst day of our lives?”

“Nope, but… Let’s go.” A sigh passed their lips, here goes nothing.

|-/

All throughout the day Ian and Anthony were on edge, waiting for something to happen but nothing did, “Hey boys! Where’ve ya been?” Felix smiled joining up with them.

“Okay, did anybody hear that thing on Friday?” Anthony asked skeptically.

“What, you two making love in some room, yeah, nobody was shocked really, everybody ships you two together anyway, they always have.”  Felix shrugged, “Wait, you two avoided school for a fucking week over that?”

Ian and Anthony looked at each other in a moment of awe, guess there really wasn’t any reason to freak out then huh?

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The final time they were outed-

It had been three years, Ian and Anthony were happily living together in Los Angelis, California. They still haven’t told their families about them being together yet and Christmas was the next day. They were driving up to Fair Oaks, their hometown to celebrate. Both boy’s families had gotten together for Christmas since the two were in middle school.

Ian groaned loudly as Anthony tried to wake him at ten that morning, he’d been pulling an all-nighter to finish editing and putting together multiple videos for while they were away, “Wake up lazy ass, we gotta go! You can sleep in the car, I’m driving.”

“No, five more minutes…” He grumbled.

“It takes almost seven hours to get there fuck-face, get out of bed!” Anthony tugged at his shorter companion.

“Fine, do I get to stay in my pajamas?” Grumbled a tired Ian.

“Yes, just get out of bed and finish packing, you’re not stealing my close so you better have packed your own.”

“I did, but yours are so much comfier, can’t I just sleep in your clothes, please babe?” Ian gave Anthony his usual puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine, no walking around in them.” Anthony agreed, “And no cuddling.”

“Ugh! You take the fun out of everything!” Whined Ian as he rubbed his eyes and made his way to their shared ensuite to get ready, “You do know we’re gonna have to tell them at some point right?”

They soon were on their way to see their family.

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Ian was really tired by the Christmas night. He was really clingy and cuddly when he got this tired so Anthony was trying his best to steer clear of his friend until they went to bed that night, they thankfully had to share a room – Anthony’s old one – and had to sleep in the same bed due to the single king-sized bed.

“Ant! I’m so tired.” The boy tossed his arm around Anthony, leaning all of his weight against him.

“Ian!” Anthony groaned, pushing him off.

“Ant.” Whined Ian as he groped the air in attempt to reattach himself to his lover but that wasn’t working at all.

“Go to bed if you’re tired.”

“No, I want to stay up with you.” He successfully grabbed Anthony and pulled himself back against his love.

“Ian, stop.” Anthony grumbled anxiously.

“Seriously you two, get a room.” Anthony’s little brother, Matt groaned.

“Matt!” Anthony gasped, wide-eyed, going to grab him but he only stumbled, him and Ian falling to the floor beneath the doorway to the kitchen and living area, Ian poked at Anthony’s arm while everyone just laughed at their stupidity, turning their attention away from them. Ian pointed up towards the doorframe. An object they both knew and dreaded was hung above them, the mistletoe. Ian smiled and shrugged, and before Anthony could protest he had his boyfriend’s lips on his, and he didn’t mind once they were there, easily melting into the kiss.

“I knew it! Fifty bucks assholes!” Melissa held her hand out as people pulled out their wallets and started to exchange money. Both Ian and Anthony pulled away looking at the commotion and back at each other.

“D-Did we… You know… Miss something?” Anthony stammered awkwardly.

“We made bets on weather you’d tell us or we’d have to find out ourselves or by accident.” Explained Matt.

“W-What!?” Ian and Anthony pulled away from each other and stumbling to their feet. Ian instantly more awake.

“Even a blind man could see that you two were dating, it’s been obvious for like two years now.” Anthony and Ian were both bright red by then.

“Oh.” Anthony murmured awkwardly laughing and rubbing at the back of his neck.

“In that case…” Ian grabbed Anthony and kissed him extraordinarily hard, hard enough to almost knock him off his feet, everyone in the room whistled and clapped.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

Chapter Text

Scott sighed, it had been a long ass day. He shuttered entering the little café about a block from the recording studio him and three of his good friends were trying to make a Christmas album but they were just missing something, though they couldn’t figure out quite what.

Scott pulled his hood off of his head to show his beanie clad head, stepping more into the warm, sweet-smelling place, he was shocked he’d never seen this place before. Scott saw a pretty long line at the cash register waiting for their coffee or whatever they happened to be getting. The boy looked up, craning his neck to see who was behind the counter, hearing the sweetest singing he’d ever heard. He got in the line, waiting while the line slowly moved along, he was the last person in the line, seeing as it was getting late he didn’t expect much of a rush anyway.

“Hello, I’m Mitchell.” The voice of an angel sang, “What would you like today?” He sang each and every word in a flawless hum, he turned around to face Scott, and he was honestly the cutest guy Scott had ever seen in his entire life.

“Hi, Mitchell. You have such a nice voice!” Scott gushed, getting a bright blush from the other, “Could I just have a hot chocolate with whipped cream and no marshmallows, please?”

“Of course, It’ll be-“ Mitchell stopped his singing short,  “Did you say, marshmallows or no marshmallows.” He still sung.

“No marshmallows, I don’t like them in my coca.” Scott replied, seeing shock wash over Mitchell’s face.

“How can you not like having marshmallows in hot chocolate!?” Mitchell had stopped his melodious song and replaced it with a shocked voice.

“I don’t know.” Scott laughed at the other male, damn, was he cute.

“Alrighty then.” He murmured beneath his breath, causing Scott to smile, “It’ll be right out, What’s your name, sir?” Mitchell had begun talking in the beautiful melody that he was using before.

“I’m Scott.” He replied, getting a nod from Mitchell before the smaller male danced off to make Scott’s order.

“Here you are, sir! That’ll be two, nineteen.” Mitchell was quite enthusiastic and it was really refreshing to see someone happy for once. Scott handed him a twenty with a smile, “Your change will be-“

“Keep the change, you deserve it with your amazing voice. Your voice would be perfect for a song that my friends and I are working on. You deserve to better then my stupid, small band.” Scott told him, making Mitchell’s eyes widen.

“Thank you so much, sir-“

“Call me Scott, you’ll definitely see more of me!”

“Thank you so much, Scott, have a fantastic evening!” Mitchell sang loudly as Scott left.

“You too, Mitch!” Scott called, a smile plastered to his face as he left the adorable boy flustered and red faced. He took a sip from his drink, it was surprisingly good. He glanced at the cup where it said his name, there was also something else scrawled across the cup.

You can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows, so I put some in anyway. ♥ Hope you don’t mind!  Xx, Mitchell J

Scott smiled.

Mitch was Perfection.

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Scott went in day after day and Mitch always wrote really sweet things on his cup, he really loved this little shit. Today he came in, exhaustedly after work, in need of the sweet, warm drink that he’d fallen in love with, he only liked it when Mitch made it though.

“Hi, Scott. How are you on this chilly evening?” Sung Mitch.

“I’m so tired, it has been a really long day at work. How the hell are you always so happy and excited?” Scott mumbled, slumped over on the counter.

“No clue, probably cause I’m always drunk.” Laughed the boy in his sing-song-y voice.

“I should get drunk more often then!” Scott laughed as well.

“The usual?” Mitch chuckled softly.

“Yep, please and thank you.” Mitch ran off to make it and returned it to Scott with a soft and adorably sweet little smile on his face.

“I drew a snowman on it ‘cause snowmen are always really happy and fun and it looks like you may need it.” Mitch was such a little sweet-heart.

“Awe, thank you, Mitchell.” Scott smiled at him, not even waiting for him to say how much it was going to cost before handing him a twenty, a five and five ones.

“Scott! That’s too much!”

“Just take it, you deserve it, you sweet little thing.” Scott told him before turning on his heels, coffee in hand and making his way towards the door, “Have a nice night, Mitch! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Scott! Thank you so, so much!” Scott smiled as he exited the small place, looking down at his steaming cup.

Don’t worry! Be happy, friend… Here is a snowman to cheer you up! Xx Mitch J,
Oh, yeah, P.S. Call me! Xxx 409-255-6634 ♥

Mitch was precious.

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As the weeks flew by, Scott visited the café daily and sometimes even twice a day if he really needed some sugar in his bloodstream. They were still unhappy with the Christmas album and they had a week before it was released to finish it.

“Hello, Scott! The usual?” Mitch still sung to him every time he came in.

“Yes please! Thank you, Mitch.” The boy twirled around making his normal hot chocolate order, now with marshmallows.

“Here you are, Scott. That’ll be two, nineteen, as usual.” Mitch smiled at him.

“Here, keep the change.” Scott handed him fifteen dollars, he always tipped Mitch like that.

“Thank you so much.” Smiled Mitch as Scott turned to walk away, but stopped.

“Hey, Mitch?” Scott spun back around, stepping up to the empty counter.

“Yes?”

“Okay, hear me out.” Scott paused, getting a nod to continue from Mitch, “So, I’m a singer in a band called Pentatonix and we’re making this album but, we need another voice and your voice would be absolutely, one-hundred percent perfect for what we need and I was wondering if maybe you’d come and record some stuff? It’s all Christmas stuff, we need it to be done in a week so we can release it.” Scott questioned.

“Holy shit! Really!?” Gasped Mitch, breaking into a normal voice, wide-eyed and excited.

“Yes, I love your voice, it is so amazing and it would be perfect.” Scott told him and he begun jumping around from behind the counter, “We will pay you and… If you sound good with our stuff and really like it after we’re done with all the stuff, maybe you would want to come join the band? I still have to ask the others but I’m sure that once they hear your singing they’ll love it.”

“What!? Seriously?! Are you for real!?” Mitch squealed, his voice going insanely high.

“Yes, I am, Mitch.” Scott loved seeing Mitch this excited, it gave him life.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes! Of course I will!” Mitch continued jumping around, “I wish I could hug you right now! You know what, fuck it!” Mitch hopped over the counter and grabbed Scott into a tight hug, he was so tiny!

Mitch was charming.

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“I am so glad I met you.” Mitch smiled as Scott lifted him up to reach the top of the Christmas tree in their shared apartment. Mitch had been staying there a lot, he still lived at home, unable to get a place with his salary, so Scott just offered to share his flat with the smaller male. Mitch of course said yes. He had to of course pay rent still, he paid for half while Scott paid for half, it wasn’t a bad deal at all.

“I’m glad I met you too, shorty.” Joked Scott.

“Shut up, you’re just abnormally tall, asshole.” Mitch muttered as Scott placed him back down on the floor.

“Sure.” Scott smirked, seeing how flustered it made Mitch.

“Fuck you, no hot chocolate for a month if you don’t be nice.”

“Fine.” Scott smiled watching as Mitch fixed some things on the tree, trying to make it perfect. Scott couldn’t help but stare at the boy he’d now considered his best friend.

“Want anything to drink?” Scott asked, breaking his concentration on Mitch.

“Vodka tonic please!” Mitch replied instantly, making Scott laugh at him.

“Coming right up!” Scott hurried to the kitchen to get himself some wine and Mitch a tonic. After pouring three glasses – he spilled his wine all over himself the first time – he brought them out, handing Mitch his and sitting on the couch with his own.

“What happened to you?” Mitch pointed to the massive red stain on his black and white stripped shirt.

“I spilled wine on myself.” Muttered Scott, making Mitch laugh hysterically, “Oh, shut up you dork.”

“I’m sorry but sometimes I swear…” Mitch giggled at his friend.

“I hate you.” Scott said with a smile to prove him wrong.

Mitch was captivating.

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Later that night, Scott made his way into the living area with a box full of decorations. He and Mitch had decorated the tree earlier and now they needed to do the rest of the apartment. Mitch hurried over and tugged as much tinsel out as he could, running around the room, placing it everywhere.

“Holy hell, Mitchie, calm down little one.” Giggled Scott, “I think you may need to lay off the caffeine for a while.”

“I just fucking love tinsel!” Squealed Mitch in his cute, little excited voice.

“I can tell!”

“Go get a stool so I can reach places while I decorate!” Mitch ordered, making Scott roll his eyes, but doing as he was told none-the-less. He carried out a mini step-latter and placed it down where Mitch was waiting by the window near their Christmas tree. The smaller one climbed up the latter, having to still stretch and lean to get to where he wanted.

“Oh, shit!” Mitch gasped as he lost his footing, almost falling onto their tree, only to be caught by Scott, both of them crashing to the floor.

“Urgh!” Grunted Scott at the force of the impact. Mitch froze, his eyes meeting Scott’s, he was only inches away.

“A-Are you okay, Scott? I am so sorry!” Mitch gushed.

“Yeah, you just scared me!” Scott told him, “Are you alright?”

“I-I think so, just a bit shaken up I guess.”

“Can I get you anything?” Asked Scott.

“I’m okay.” They both stared into each other’s eyes for a while, Scott and Mitch both wanting to move in but both were too nervous, “Oh, I-I should get off of you shouldn’t I?” Mitch scrambled, Scott stirring as well, going to sit up while Mitch was still trying to get up, Scott accidentally slamming his lips to Mitch’s. Neither moved for a moment or two, seeing if the other was okay with this or if they were going to flinch away. Scott brought his arms around Mitch, one arm around his torso and a hand tangled in his hair, Mitch doing the same, placing one hand on Scott’s cheek and the other running through his hair. Their lips, moving in sync and their tongues battling for dominance.

Mitch was his.

Chapter Text

Scott sighed, trying to come up with a new video idea for his and Mitch’s channel, SUPERFRUIT. Running his fingers through his hair, as he racked his brain for answers, “What are you doing?” Mitch giggled seeing the face Scott was making.

“Thinking, stop laughing!” Whined Scott, whipping his head in the direction of his smaller friend.

“Your face just looks so funny!” Mitch tittered. Scott placed a hand to his chest, mocking-hurt.

“That is offensive.” Scott gaped at the boy, a smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, now what’s with the face thing?” Mitch joined the other, sitting on the couch besides him.

“I’m thinking, I have no ideas for videos this week.” Scott shrugged, his face scrunched cutely.

“Oh, I have one, I just watched a couple of YouTubers doing this ‘what am I kissing?’ Challenge.” Mitch offered, bright-eyed. Scott thought for a moment before nodding.

“Like, do we both collect stuff for the other to kiss and the other person has to guess what it is?” Scott asked.

“Basically, yeah.” Nodded Mitch.

“Okay, you up for recording today?” Scott had asked hopefully, he was really excited for it, it seemed like a shit ton of fun.

“Sure, why not?” He shrugged, grabbing Scott by the arm and tugging the other to his feet, “Superjuice or nah?” Mitch asked, stopping in front of the entrance to their kitchenette.

“Yeah, let’s go crazy.” Scott chuckled. Mitch grabbing it off the counter, going towards the hallway that lead his bedroom, where they did most of their challenge videos, “I’ll go find my items and you go find yours. Make sure you put them in a bag or something so then I won’t see them.” Informed Scott.

“Yes, mother.” Mitch twittered to himself as his friend disappeared from the room. Mitch went down the short hall to his bedroom, finding Wyatt perched on top of his headboard, “Get down from there dummy, you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself.” Mitch scratched at the small pest’s ear affectionately, the cat meowing softly, arching its back. The boy shook his head at his pet as he rummaged through his things to find some random items that he owned, like all those things he ordered off of Amazon that he had no use for that he just thought were pretty cool.

Mitch pulled out a pair of glasses, the pair that he really loved but never wore anymore. He then grabbed a stuffed animal that he owned from his cluttered desk, along with, his Rasta hat, his gold bracelet and a computer mouse. The small boy smiled contently going to get one of his many purses/bags from his closet.

“Scott! Hurry up, I’m done!” Mitch called, placing the last object in the bag and sat down on his bed, setting up the camcorder.

“Almost done! Be there in a second!” Scott called back. Mitch nodded to himself as if Scott could see him do so. Moments later Scott jogged into the room with a bag hanging from his tightly closed hand, sitting beside Mitch on the bed, “Is the camera set up already?” Scott moved to check.

“Yeah, it’s recording already moron.” Mitch smiled.

“Oh.” Laughed Scott, sitting back against the cushy mattress again, “Hello and welcome to the best show on the internet, there is no show better than it! My name is Dan Howell.”

“My name is Phil Lester.” Spoke Mitch.

“And together we are the biggest ship on all of the internet.” The two erupted into laughter.

“Off to a great start already.” Mitch wiped his eyes with his sweater-paws, “Anyway, today we’re doing a challenge video called the ‘what am I kissing?’ challenge!” Mitch smiled at the camera, waiting for Scott to explain the rules.

“So, basically we both chose several random items and we don’t know what each other chose for those objects so one of us will be blind folded and the other will be presenting objects to the blindfolded person for them to kiss and we have to try and get them right and if Iget what Mitch gives me right then he takes a drink of Superjuice as well as if I get it wrong I have to take a drink and vice-versa.” Scott explained.

“Pretty much, so should we just, go ahead?” Mitch asked.

“Yep.”

Mitch was up first, Scott held up their cat to his roommate’s lips. Wyatt dangled lazily from Scott’s hands out in front of the hesitant boy, “Is it in front of me?” Mitch asked cautiously.

“Yeah, just lean forward.” Scott informed.

“Okay…” Murmured Mitch, slowly leaning in. His lips quickly made contact with the small creature, “Oh, that’s just Wyatt.” Mitch said, “That was easy.”

“Yeah it was.” Scott chuckled taking a swing of the Superjuice, “This one is easy too.” Scott placed his hat out in front of Mitch who still seemed nervous about all of this. The boy still leaned in none the less, slamming his mouth against the rim of the hat.

“Ow! Fuck that hurt!” Mitch rubbed his front teeth, “That’s your stupid hat.”

“Yep, right again.” Scott told him taking another swig of the drink and grabbing the next object, which happened to be a bottle of vitamin water that Mitch had bought to try out earlier that week and he still hadn’t touched it, “Okay, lean in.” This time he leaned in more cautiously, trying not to hurt himself. His lips touched the cold bottle, causing him to recoil instantly.

“Ew! Why is it cold and moist!?” Mitch rubbed at his mouth.

“I’ll give you a hint and say it was in the fridge.” Scott replied and Mitch leaned in again, pressing his lips to it.

“What the hell? Can I hold it?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah.” Scott placed it in Mitch’s hands. The smaller one instantly began to fondle it in attempt to find out what it could be.

“Is this that water I got the other day?” Mitch groaned flatly.

“…Yeah.” Shrugged Scott, downing more of the alcohol.

○○○

Mitch had gotten the last two correct as well and they moved onto Scott, “Okay, lean in.” Mitch told him softly, watching how gentle Scott was as he pressed his lips to the small, icy bracelet that usually adorn Mitch’s tiny wrist. Mitch studied the way that the larger male’s face scrunched in confusion and how soft and sweet his lips looked as well.

“Wait, one more time.” Scott said, trying to re-place his lips against the object. Mitch placed it back in front of his friend. Scott tried again, nodding to himself and thinking hard for a moment.

“That’s your gold bracelet isn’t it?” Scott pondered.

“Yeah.” Mitch grunted, taking a mouthful of the Superjuice, making a face and letting out a groan from the foul taste of the alcohol, “Shit that’s strong… Okay, next thing’s ready.” Mitch held out his glasses in front of the Scott, still studying each of the other’s moves intently. He’d never noticed before how sharp the boy’s jawline was or how soft and plump his lips looked. His lips reached the frames in Mitch’s hand.

“Those are your glasses. That was easy.” Scott said with a shrug.

“Right again.” Another chug of the drink and off to the next object and the next. Scott got them fairly easily. Mitch held the last object in his hands, his computer mouse. He went to hold it out in to the other male but stopped. He froze, his mind yelling for him to kiss Scott this time, his lips looked soft like clouds and sweet like candy so, how could Mitch resist. He sat unable to get his body to function the way he wanted it to. Come on, Mitchell. Just kiss him! His mind screamed for him to do it but his body just wouldn’t let him.

“O-Okay, next things ready…” Mitch’s hands began to shake as he watched his friend begin to lean in.

“Where is it?” He asked after not slamming into anything after several moments.

“Just a bit more forward.” He spoke slowly in order not to stutter. Scott muttered an ‘okay’, continuing to lean in, it was now or never. Mitch slowly tilted his head ever so slightly, swallowing hard as he moved in, closing the gap between them. Scott’s whole body became frozen, knowing exactly what – or who – he was kissing. He quickly moved away in shock and confusion.

“Mitchell, wha-what?” Scott croaked wearily.

“I-I… Scott listen, I am so sorry, that was wrong I shouldn’t have done that.” Mitch was shaking hysterically, tears pouring from his eyes. He knew that was a bad idea. Mitch suddenly felt a hand in his and another on his cheek, wiping away stray tears that had begun falling from his beautiful cognac eyes. Without a single word Scott moved in closing the space between them by placing his sweet andextremely soft lips to Mitch’s softer ones. Mitch’s eyes widened in confusion but he quickly recovered, kissing back, greedily wiping his tongue across Scott’s lower lips, desperate for entrance. Scott of course granted the wish of the other, letting Mitch’s tongue explore his mouth, him doing the same to his best friend. Scott had never known that he had a crush on Mitch until just then, but he realized that he’d just been pushing his feelings out of the way and burying them beneath other relationships, band stuff and things such as those. One thing was for sure though, he had loved Mitch for longer than he’d even known.

Mitch was the first to pull away for air, “I-I thought that you didn’t…” His voice trailed, not finishing that sentence.

“I was just taken by surprise Mitchell… I really do like you.” Scott told him, using his full first name for emphasis

“I really like you too, Scotty.” Mitch smiled brightly, both forgetting that they were filming all of this, that is until Scott moved to get closer to Mitch so they could kiss more and he glanced over at the camera. Scott froze in panic.

“Mitch!” He gaped, pointing over at the camcorder.

“Whoops.” Mitch smiled sheepishly, “The magic of editing?”

Let’s just say the video was never finished.

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Hey everyone, I've decided to end this a little early this year because I got in trouble and haven't been allowed to post or anything but now it's been a while so this will be stopped until next year, but don't you guys worry, 25 Days Of One-Shot-Mas will be starting up again soon!!!!

~ Emma

(I will be posting other stuff *hopefully* before then!)

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Hello everyone! I’ve finally gotten a paypal!

So, I now will charge money (Unless said other wise or for month long challenge things {Ex; Fictober, Ficmas, ect.} or if I ask for prompts)

Small Drabble (100-700 words): $1.00
Short Drabble (700-1,500 words): $2.00
Medium Drabble (1,500-2,100 words) $3.00
Longer Drabble (2,100-3,000 words) $5.00
Short Story (3,000-8,000 words) $10.00
Full Book (10,000-40,000 words) $25.00
More that 40,000 words: Ask for price

Fanfics are acceptable as well as OC’s.
Ask about ships if you aren't sure if I write about them :)

My paypal is https://www.paypal.me/PersonalInstability

Also! I will be selling some stories online!
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/SepticEgobangIplier
They can be found on that website!!