Best Bass Buddies

Cello + Bass = Ceballso

A/N: this writing style is different from what I normally do and it was kind of uncomfortable for me but once I started I couldn't fix it send help

Bryce liked to think that Quincy appreciated him, if Quincy appreciated anything at all. Through the little hushed whispers in between songs and by the window where they rosined their bows together, it seemed as though Quincy did-but it was hard to tell, for sure.

The way Quincy expressed affection was very harshly and teasingly. He loved you like an older brother would. Which was accurate, actually. Quincy was one grade above Bryce and liked to consider himself Bryce's superior just because he was seated higher in orchestra. Whatever, it wasn't like Bryce wanted to challenge him. There were only two bassists in symphony orchestra, so it wasn't as much of a matter as being first or last chair, but more of if he wanted to sit to the left or the right of the stand.

It was Bryce who asked Quincy out, though he had been noticing signs of flirting and little hidden blushes from Quincy for a couple months. Finally, he decided that enough was enough. He was tired of the kids in class teasing them for so much time alone in the back of the class. Particularly, a group of girls, majority cellists plus one violist who always congregated in front of the bass section before turning everyday to whisper about things that made them giggle and get in trouble with the conductor.

If Quincy liked him, why wouldn't he tell him anything? Bryce had heard what some of the cellists were whispering about one sectionals, and from what it sounded like, Quincy had been talking about Bryce an awful lot about him outside of orchestra class. lmao writing this makes me feel sick. if quincy ever reads this i'm fuckin dead. but i do it for the experience anyway. BESIDES HE CAN'T KILL ME NOW BECAUSE I'VE GOT BOTH THE CELLO SECTION AND THE CONCERT BASS SECTION TO BACK ME UP (i say that as though Kendall isn't the only one in the bass section who doesn't hate me) The bassists always had a meeting of their own, by the windowsill where they kept their rosin and rags. Of course it would be the perfect time to ask Quincy.

Sometimes people wonder why the bass rosin is chipped around the edges-other people stay out of the bassists' business and don't go snooping around their windowsill, but some very annoying cellists don't-and the reason, Bryce hopes, will never be disclosed. He never wants anyone to know.

"Because it's embarrassing," he says every time.

It's chipped because he dropped it.

Bryce was holding the rosin, sliding his bow hair across it, when he had asked Quincy out. Quincy was leaning casually against the instrument rack behind him, waiting his turn for the rosin when he looked up from twisting his tightener screw and said "Alright."

Bryce was so shocked that Quincy had even been listening to his random ramblings about his feelings and rumours and whatever managed to come out of his dry mouth that his hands just stopped working apparently and let go of everything they were holding. The rosin and his bow clattered to the floor as he lunged forward to give his principal a hug.

"Not when the whole class is looking," Quincy had said, extending his arm to bounce Bryce to the side and make him tumble to the ground.

"This isn't going to be an abusive relationship, is it?" groaned Bryce from the floor.

The orchestra had been staring at them after the outburst, and the conductor tapped on their stand to regather the musicians' attention.

"Hurry up now, please," they said, and offered a forced smile to the two noisy, slow bassists.

Bryce picked up his bow and Quincy took up the rosin and began to slide his bow through it, both in no hurry to meander back to their carpet behind the cellos and violas. Bryce smiled at Quincy, who stayed leaning against the instrument rack rosining his bow by the windowsill, and walked, with what he'd forever refuse to admit might have been a bounce in his step, back to their setup and sat on the left side of the stand where he belonged.