Rivals: The Killjoys vs. The Youngbloods

1. Meet the Neighbors

It was just another normal Los Angeles morning; meaning it was smog filled and hot as hell.

The usual drone of the news reporter covered the sounds of the blaring horns from the cars stuck in the early morning traffic.

"I don't understand why you watch the news anyways." Andy plopped onto the couch beside Joe. "It's the same thing every day. Some natural disaster, something political and then to top it all off, some mass murder or terrorist act. What a great way to start every morning."

Joe rolled his eyes and turned the TV up. "I watch it to stay informed, to be educated. And most important of all, I watch it to see if Lord Voldemort has returned."

Andy grinned and grabbed his laptop off the coffee table. "Ten bucks says I can predict the next headline."

"Oh shut up." Joe playfully smacked Andy on the shoulder. "You just don't want me to be as smart as you, Mr. Computer Whiz." Joe teased.

"Yup, that's the reason. Not that I don't wanna hear the same monotonous voice go on and on about how messed up the world is." Andy typed some coding into his computer.

At that moment, Pete stumbled through the front door, burdened under a container with four cups of tea and a bag of vegan pastries.

"Hey Pete." Joe and Andy said at the same time.

"Hey guys." Pete said and handed them each a Styrofoam cup of tea. "Is Patrick still asleep?"

"Of course." Andy sipped his tea. "It's only nine in the morning."

Joe took a bite out of a pastry. "And I'm not waking him up, last time he threw pillows at me.

"I'll go wake him up." Pete volunteered. "He won't kill me."

Pete pushed the door to Patrick's room open slowly. He smiled at the sight of him, cute little Patrick all wrapped up in blankets and snoring quietly.

"Hey 'Trick." Pete shook his shoulder gently. "Wake up."

Patrick mumbled and turned onto his side. "Leave me alone." He sleepily pushed Pete's hand off of his shoulder.

"But I come bringing the gift of tea." Pete sat on the bed beside Patrick.

Patrick wrapped an arm around Pete's waist and pulled Pete towards him. "Cuddle with me for five more minutes."

"The door's open." Pete argued, brushing his hand against Patrick's.

"Then close it." Patrick said, squeezing Pete's hand.

Pete got up and closed the bedroom door, before climbing into bed and cuddling with Patrick.

"Now it's a good morning." Patrick rested his head on Pete's chest.

Pete rubbed Patrick's arm. "Mmhmm."

Patrick moved his head up to look at Pete, his hair tickled Pete's neck. "Did I hear you correctly? You brought me tea?"

"Well, technically, I brought everyone tea." Pete ran his hand over Patrick's arm. "But hey, if it gets you out of bed, I brought it just for you."

"My hero." Patrick grinned into Pete's shoulder.

"I try my hardest." Pete joked, looking at the clock on the bedside table. "And your five minutes are up."

Patrick groaned. "Fine." He rolled out of bed and shuffled towards the door. "You coming?"

Pete grinned and followed Patrick into the living room where their friends sat, oblivious to the moment the two shared.