Opposites Attract, Apparently. *MAYBE PROBABLY DEAD*

The Gay Chapter Where I Include My Old Friends Into The Story

(Sparklez PoV)

"Fuck it man, full homo." I whispered, quite a bit tired from rolling around with Ant.

"W-What...?" Taylor shifted his leg warily, trying to push himself up without moving me too much. My forehead was directly over his heart, and I could hear his heartbeat through his shirt.

"Should I get off of you? Your heart sounds like it's about to explode. Are you okay?" I raised my head, looking in his eyes from above him. My arms were on the other sides of his head, my knees straddling his torso. I could kiss him so easily right now. Just lean down, do it. Get it over with, kiss him- kiss him-

And ever so slightly, and then all at once, my shades slipped off my face and landed on Ant's face. Smooth, you fucking dumbass. Very smooth. Ant made a little noise when they hit him, but he quickly started laughing and giggling until he had to turn to his side in an effort to stand up. I grabbed my forsaken glasses, wanting so desperately to snap them in my hands. I stood up and attempted to help Ant up by his arm, but he was still laughing so hard I was sure his lungs were going to either collapse or he'd pass out from hyperventilation. He collapsed to the side of his bed, half hanging off of it and still laughing. I stood next to his bed for a solid 3 more minutes of laughter until Ant finally calmed down. He stood up dizzily, trying to take deep breaths.

"Lemme guess, I'm never going to be able to live this down?" I said, putting my shades to the top of my head. I brushed my raven hair out of my eyes, sighing.

"Never. You're gonna be waking up in cold sweats having nightmares about this embarrassing tragedy." Ant snorted in laughter, making his way over to the desk again. "Anyway, it's late. You staying over here? We do have school tomorrow," he began cleaning up his workstation, picking up my paintbrushes and his electrical book. "You practically live here anyway."

"If that's an invitation, then yes, Taylor, I would love to stay."

(Sky's PoV) (OH SHIT NEW PHONE HOO DIS)

I was practically running around at the speed of sound to the art room. The girls had to still be in there, right? They hadn't left yet? My footsteps were loud and my intentions were clear. Now, I ship SparkAnt more than the couples themselves, (IF THEY WOULD JUST ADMIT THEY'RE A COUPLE BY NOW-) now if I could just maybe push them in the correct direction, I could finally stop screaming. So there I was, rushing my ass to the art room through the hallways, passing people and kind of being as asshole to others passing by.

And I bump into someone.

I quickly recognize this someone as the King of Cancer himself, Calvin 'Leafy' Vail. This boy was a fucking legend as for roasting people, once getting into a verbal argument with the DramaRat and ruining his god damn life within 15 second of ranting. It was incredible.

"Oh- shit, sorry Calvin. Kinda in a rush, sorry about that. you good?" I pushed my shades up, looking to Leafy.

"Uh- don't worry about it dude. Quick question- have you seen Niall around? Y'kno, Pyro, tall, kinda looks like a paintbrush and a lesbian?" Leafy asked. He was holding a few roses and an incredible flustered face. Shit boy- LeafyCynical was real, holy shit.

"You're finally asking him out? Fuckin about time dude. I saw him going into his room, go get 'em boy!" I patted him on the back, shoving him in the opposite direction. "Use protection!"

"Go fuck yourself, RS!" Leafy said in a monotone voice, hurrying away.

Ah, young love. This school was full of it, what a beautiful time to be alive.

Quickly crossing across courtyards to the arts building, the second hallway on the left was the girl's art club. I knocked on the door, praying for someone to be in there. I was quickly greeted by the face of the vice-president of the club.

"Hello, Sky. What brings you to the Art Room?" the Aussie girl said, long brown hair tied back with a bright red hair tie. Black and red headphones adorned her neck.

"Sunrise! Hello. Have you seen Rockie? I need to speak to her about a very important commission." I said to her. Her face saddened immediately, looking down and messing with her hands.

"Sky... Didn't you hear? Rockie graduated last year. I'm the president now. First in command. What can I do ya for?" Sunrise responded, trying her best for a happy smile.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry to hear that. But uh- I'm looking to order a commission. I was kinda hoping for Rockie's art style, but uh..."

"Well uh, you're not entirely out of luck! I'm pretty sure I can talk Rockie into it. She might not be in the school anymore, but she is held in high regards to everyone in the club. I can talk to her about the commission, if that's good with you?" Sunrise smiled, flipping through some notes.

"Th-That's great! Holy shit, thank you! So, should I go into detail about what I want done?"

"Sure! I'll write it down, send something to Rockie. Do you want it digital or physical?"

"Uh, can you do it digitally, then make it a print...? I mean, I have money. I want a portrait I guess? I don't do art things really. So uh, two guys, waist up, in a very homo-undertones pose, I can supply pictures of the two guys. Really my only specific guidelines are make it gay and make it good." I responded, wildly gesturing with my hands.

"We can definitely do that. We practically are the Nine Muses of homoerotic art. You can definitely count on us, Mr. Adams. Just send me the pictures of 'em and I'll talk to Rockie."

"Thank you so much Sunrise, this'll be great. I trust you guys." I said.

"Whatever we can do to help. What's the occasion anyway? New ship? Anything we'd be interested in?" Sunrise was writing now, looking up at me through her dark hair.

"Oh, it's definitely noteworthy. My two friends, Sparklez and Ant- totally gay for each other. I try not to meddle in these types of affairs, but they definitely need that little push. I was hoping that this would do it y'kno? I already have a ship name, get this- SparkAnt."

"It's gay, I'll give you that. Rockie will love this. I'm sure I'll have no problem getting Rockie sold on this one. Hell, I'm already sold." Sunrise was pulling up her laptop. "I'll talk to her now. Come by again later to give references."

"No problemo, chief. Be back... whenever, I guess."

"Seeya!"

  A/N: If Rockie, Sunrise, or anyone from TCRBR8R/the original SparkAnt crew is reading this, I am so fucking sorry.