Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 13

♫ There's one thing baby

That I don't understand

You keep on telling me

I ain't your kind of man ♫

"What are we watching?" Alex asked as I walked into the common room with him after dinner. Sidney had fallen asleep on the table and none of us had the decency to wake him. That guy could seriously sleep through the end of the world. I had also decided that Alex was my favourite. I just wanted to take him home with me and keep him in my closet, in a totally nonsexual way considering he was my brother's age.

"We made this epic horror movie," a very drunk Jonathon slurred, with a big smile and a travel mug, "you have to see it." He didn't even wait until dinner ended before he started drinking.

"I think I'll pass," Alex said. Jonathon rolled his eyes and leaned against the mustard coloured couch.

"You're such a party animal, Alex," Jonathon said dryly.

Alex's round cheeks turned a cherry shade of red and he looked down towards the ground. It was obvious he admired his brother more than Jonathon knew.

"Logan?" Jonathon turned to me.

I spared one more look at Alex before shaking my head at Jonathon's offer. Alex's mouth tipped into a slight smile, and Jonathon staggered away, murmuring something about us not recognizing his Grammy quality film. He was that wasted.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

Alex spun the deck of cards in his hand and looked up at me through his lashes, his bottom lip between his teeth. God, this boy was going to break some hearts one day.

He looked towards the darkness of the movie-ready common room, and then to the questionable giggles coming from the teachers' lounge, then back at me. He clearly was waying the options and I could already tell, none of them seemed desirable to him.

"We can go to my room? It's at the end of the hall," I offered.

He was half a foot shorter than me, which was understandable since he was just a kid, but it didn't stop the oddly parental feeling inside of me as he walked next to me with his shoelace untied. How could Jonathon turn out so.... Interesting... while Alex was such a perfect, quiet kid.

I pushed open the door to the room, revealing the warm, musty smell that had my nose crinkling and Alex pulling his forest green sweatshirt up to his eyes. The room felt like a sauna, but the heat wasn't on.

"What's wrong with your room?" he asked, plopping down on Sidney's bed, sheets still balled up from our escapades at lunch.

"It has two settings- sauna and Antarctica."

I pushed open the window, despite the huge snow drifts outside, and then I joined him sitting on the bed.

"Can we play a game I actually know this time?" I whined.

"What games do you know?" he asked, shuffling the cards so exactly and effortlessly that I was mesmerized.

"Crazy Eights."

He laughed, but started dealing out the cards anyways.

We played silently for near a half hour, listening to the obnoxious sounds coming from the common room down the hall. By the sounds of it, I was pretty sure Ian and Hudson had already been murdered in their movie, and Leigh was next in line.