Hunter Sylvester Oneshots/Drabbles/HC's

Punk Isn't Heavy

"No, no, let me help you. Take lessons, you guys suck...bruh." Hunter chewed out Clay after he had gotten his ass beat by Skip.
You stood at the top of the stairs observing your twin brother as he tried to help out Hunter Sylvester.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. Do you play?" Clay walked up to Hunter. You were one of those loner kids that just sat and observed. You pretty much knew everything about everyone and who was fighting with who, who had broken up with and started dating.
You had also overheard Hunter and Kevin talking about their band.
What was it called? Oh yeah Skullfucker.

"Got it. Um, I guess we'll be seeing you at the Battle of the Bands then." Clay raised his eyebrows. Of course now there was going to be a band riverally.
You took a long sip of your drink in hand and rolled your eyes.
After Clay and Hunter finished their fight you came down the stairs following Kevin and Hunter out. Well after Kevin threw up on himself.

"Hey," you called to Hunter, your red plastic cup still in hand.

"What?" Hunter turned around a sour tone in his voice.

"Well I imagine you have a better band than my brothers." you offered a smile to Hunter.

"Yeah well I'm not sure he'd be hard to beat." Hunter scoffed.

"Here." You walked up to Hunter and grabbed his hand.

"What're you doing?" He groaned, you shrugged and wrote your number on his hand.

"If you need someone to give you honest advice on your band." You shrugged then turned around going back inside.  Hunter felt a small smile on his face. He'd never really assumed that you'd be cool or nice or whatever.
As Clay Moss's twin sister he assumed you were probably an asshole.
Other than the fact your bangs were dyed neon green and you had a random streak of blue in your hair. You also would wear the same Badflower zip up everyday.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Kevin slurred in his drunk state.

"Let's get you home," Hunter sighed and guided his drunk best friend to his car.

    Hunter stared at his phone as he sat in his first hour chem class. He wanted to text you but he was scared of what might come out of it. But he took a leap of faith.

Hunter:
Badflower huh? Isn't that kind of pussy metal?

You:
They're not metal, stupid.

Hunter:
Guess I've only heard Wide Eyes by them then.

You:
You consider Tool metal?

Hunter:
Well

You:
Yeah I've seen your shirt's.

Hunter:
So why are you not paying attention in class?

You:
I'm sitting in my car. I didn't want to go to my first hour. Maybe meet me out here. ;)

Hunter:
Maybe.

Hunter:
Wait, which one is ur car?

Hunter:
I'll guess.

Hunter picked up his backpack and left class. The teacher didn't even bat an eye. In high school they just didn't care.
He walked through the hallway and down the main stairs and out to the student lot.
Hunter shivered at the fresh Oregon spring air.
He pulled his black flannel tighter around him as he just started to wonder.
Then he found the blue Jeep rubicon with you sitting in it looking down at your phone.
Hunter stood at the passenger's door and knocked on the window. You looked up from his phone and he waved. You hit the unlock and he opened the door.

"Hey, glad you came." You smirked as he threw his bag on the floor of the Jeep then closed the door.

"I signed up for battle of the bands so today doesn't matter." Hunter shrugged.

"Good." You started the car and put it in reverse, backing out of the spot, "Put your seatbelt on."

"I don't even know your name?" Hunter got flustered as he looked over at you his eyes wide."

"Y/N," You smiled as you put the car in drive.

"Well I'm Hunter," he sighed, "Where are we going?"

"I know your name and it's a surprise!" You smiled as you pulled out of the school parking lot and onto the main road.

"Okay," Hunter swallowed and decided just to go along with it.
Badflower pumped through your radio,  they were your all time favorite. Sure you did like a bit more heavier music than them but they were your forever comfort band.

You drove through Oregon's countryside for about a fair 45 minutes before getting to the perfect spot.
You parked the Jeep in the area and got out, "Come on." You smiled, grabbing a big blanket out of the back seat.

"Oh?" Hunter raised his eyebrow.

"Trust me!" You smiled and grabbed his hand. Hunter lit up with a huge giddy smile, his cheeks turning bright red.
He followed her down the rocky path as he saw the beach, the pacific water splashing on rocks further down. Tide pools surronding the rocks.
Hunter was learning to enjoy your presents and your company. He'd barely known you but from what he was finding out you were just like him.

"So how's Skullfucker going?" You stopped and kicked off your vans and tucked your socks into them. Hunter did the same unlacing his docs and taking them off with his socks. You two continued walking hand in hand down the beach.

"How do you know about that?" Hunter raised his eyebrows as you stopped and laid out the big comforter taking a seat on that.

"I don't know just know everything there is to know about everyone." You shrugged, "I'm kind of a loner no one thinks I'm listening but I am. I know Skip fucked Ginny Lewis and then slept with Taylor Lawson so Ginny and Skip are like in a big Instagram DM fight." You rambled off the school gossip.
"Oh," Hunter looked over at you. You stared straight forward at the ocean, your h/c hair blowing in your face.

"It's so peaceful you know? The ocean. Well that is until a storm hits whether its the underground volcanic eruption, precipitation and wind, then it turns into a hell storm." You laid back leaning on your elbows.

"It's kinda like me and Clay. Usually we are on good terms, kind of co existing, he's my mom's favorite. He has his stupid band that fucking sucks," you shook your head and chuckled, "But my dads never home because of work trips but when he is he praises my good grades, my guitar playing abilities, that kind of thing. Then they fight, saying that my dad neglects Clay, then Clay gets upset with me. Sorry I'm telling you that it isn't your problem."

"No, I completely understand y/n." Hunter hummed as he poked at the sand with a piece of driftwood.

"Yeah?" You looked over at him, his dark brown hair whipping in his face from the wind.

"My mom left me in seventh grade and my dad was never really present. He kind of just doesn't really know how to parent. He's always banging his clients and other nurses. He's a plastic surgeon." Hunter sighed.

"I know," you giggled a bit and glanced over at Hunter then back at the ocean.

"How?" Hunter smiled and chuckled.

"I have access to public records and Google." Y/N laughed and ran your hands through your hair.

"Well you could be an FBI agent." Hunter giggled and looked down at you.

"I thought you were always really pretty," you hummed and sat up sitting cross legged across from him.

"Yeah? If I'm being honest I never really noticed you but now that I have." Hunter looked up into your e/c eyes.

"Yeah? I'm sorry I just drove you like an hour away to go to a beach." You giggled and held both of his hands in yours.

"No, I think it's uh...something I needed." Hunter blushed, you leaned over and kissed Hunter fast and quickly pulling away as soon as you kissed him.

"Sorry," you scratched the back of your neck.

"Let's do it again," Hunter looked down but back up at you.