A Very Gay Highschool Story

Comfort

Quinten

When Peter got out of the shower, I couldn't help but stare at him. The way that his wet hair looked was something else. It made him look so beautiful, so very beautiful. I kept pretending that I wasn't looking at him or looking at something just past him. He didn't seem to notice or care though, immediately going for one of the top bunks of the bunk beds.

Soon after Peter went to bed, everyone else, including myself, put on our pajamas and went to our beds, surprisingly not fighting over beds. I climb up to lay next to Peter, his small body laying next to me. He looked precious. Peaceful. 

I fall asleep easily with him beside me.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke up with Peter whimpering and crying next to me. It looked like he was still asleep and having a nightmare. I had to wake the poor guy up. 

"Peter, hey, wake up." I whisper into his hear while gently shaking him. 

He gasps and his eyes then pop open, then they focus on me. I smile at him as I wipe the tears off of his cheek. He sniffles and looks away from me, seemingly embarrassed that I caught him having a nightmare.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"You don't need to apologize to me Petey, I'm your friend, I'm here for you." I hated calling him my friend. I really wanted to call him more than that, but I can't voice that. If I do, I could possibly loose him, and I didn't want to loose him.

"It's just... what happened to my parents keeps coming up in my dreams, sometimes followed by Uncle Ben and my parents blaming me for their deaths." Peter explains.

"Hey, it's not your fault." I comfort him. "They weren't your fault."

"How do you know?" He asked, new tears forming in his eyes.

"Because how could they be?" I stated. "You didn't know they were going to die, did you? It's not your fault."

He curls up against me and quietly cries into my body. I comfort him to the best of my ability. I had an idea to stop his crying and maybe get him to sleep. Singing. I was constantly told I had a beautiful singing voice, so maybe it will help Peter calm down.

"She was only seventeen. oh, why are girls in songs always seventeen?" I begin to sing 1980s Horror Film by Wallows. "She was from a movie scene, and now she plays in my head all day. She called me up, and let me in, I couldn't feel my legs. She walked me back, into her room, but just to see a 1980s horror film. I, oh, I was so scared. She had the curtains down, so there was no glare. She pulled up a chair, and gave me the bed, and all these crazy things went through my head. It seems so long, I need someone. I don't know what to say. She was sitting there, I could touch her hair, but still we watched a 1980s horror film

"Jamie, I don't know what to say to you. I feel you're always on my mind, and now that I know what I need. I'm taking the long way round in my mind. It's not right. I can't help the way I feel anymore And I need to ask you, Jamie: Oh, can it be that you feel this way, too? The lights were off. The mood was right. She came and laid with me, I looked into her eyes, tried to make her mine, but then she said: 'I'm really not that into guys.' 1980s horror film. 1980s horror film. 1980s horror film. 1980s horror film."

When I finish the song, Peter is noticeably asleep, cuddled up against my body. He was peaceful again. I fell asleep soon after he did.

(A/N): Jake Gyllenhaal, the guy who plays Quinten/Mysterio, can actually sing. He was in a musical called  "Sunday's in the Park with George." Also I chose this song because it seems to fit with basically everyone's situation in the story, kind of.